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Chapter 1:

I died on November 15th, 1975. Little did I know, around twenty years later, I would be discovered, lonely cold, and a doll. My soul was trapped in my doll from my childhood. The doll's name was Uncle Nasty, and the woman who found me knew that, because of the writing on my shoe. She took me inside, and kept me for at least a decade, but never spoke.

But one windy, English afternoon (Tuesday the 18th of Aprill 2022) things changed. The woman was looking out the window, of her tiny purple shed on the beach. She went outside, onto the sand, and a couple minutes later she came inside and grabbed a pair of scissors. Next thing I saw, was her coming back with a small lock of hair, blonde. Then she lay it on my chest. I didn't feel lonely anymore. She picked me up and said: "Uncle Nasty, you have a friend now."

I was brought outside, for the first time in a while. It felt good. "Here." The woman said, to a young blonde man. "Take this doll, he will cure your loneliness. Oh, and be careful, he's delicate." "What's his name?" Asked the man. "Uncle Nasty." The woman replied. "And yours?" "Oh, Tommy. I turned 18 yesterday, and I already have a flat! You see a play this game called Minecraft, and I get alot of money out of it, and people watch, and-" The woman was gone. It was just me and Tommy, alone on the beach. "Urm, well, we best be off, Uncle Nasty!"

When we got to Tommy's flat, he put my down on his bed in the corner, and spoke to me. "All my friends are busy, but you won't leave me, will you Uncle Nasty? Of course you won't!" He patted my brown, untidy hair, which lay above my wooden head. "Let me show you off to the people who watch my live-streams. He turned on a computer. "What's popping chat!" He said to a screen. "How's everyone doing on this fine day? Thanks 'I_like_little_kids_under_18' for the subscription! Now, don't be rude, but I've got this doll from a woman on the beach, and he's great! You see, I'm not lonely anymore!" He held me up to the camera. "Type 'YES' In the chat if you like him! I like him, he's my best friend n-- Why is everyone saying no?" Tommy shouted.

The next day, I woke up in the morning to see Tommy. "Morning Uncle Nasty! I've got alot of texts from my other friends this morning!" He read the texts out quietly. "Let's look at this message from my mate, Wilbur. He says: 'Tommy, what the heck is that doll. It's definitely haunted.' What? Let me read the text from Charlie. He says: 'Umm, Tommy. What is that doll?' Ugh." I wasn't in the best mood after hearing that none of Tommy's friends liked me.

The next few days with Tommy were great. I've never felt so happy. I had I friend. I would never hurt Tommy, even if I'm meant to be a scary doll, with some haunted spirit inside. At the end of one particular day with Tommy, he took me out of the house. "Sorry in advance Uncle Nasty. My mate Wilbur wants to do some sort of exorcism on stream. He really thinks your haunted. Charlie's going to be there too."

Once we got there, I was placed on a chair, in another sort of flat. This one looked more like an office though, for it didn't have a bed. Charlie started to rap. "Uncle Nasty putting out vibes! Gotta see if he's alive! Test him out with the EMF, see if that doll if alive or un-death, oh! What's inside, what's inside you cannot hide! Pull out the ther-mom-eter, I'm- Ghost, I'm gonna' meat her, oh! Tommy, your turn!" "Alright." He replied, and started to rap a load of rubbish. "My name is 'Tommy-innit' and I am quite awesome! That is Uncle nasty, he is very poggers, Wil- Wilbur wants me to do an exorcism, I don't want to.." Everyone started to laugh. Then Tommy repeated. "I don't want to."

Wilbur pulled out a devise called an 'SBox' which apparently allows a spirit to communicate by switching through different radio stations, and stitching a sentence together. Everyone except Tommy left the room. "Uncle Nasty," Tommy begun. "They say you can communicate  through this box, so let's give it a try, I guess.." The SBox turned on, and made static sounds. I felt pressured to say something. It felt like me Brain was already stitching stuff together. "Uncle Nasty, you love me don't you." I somehow replied, though the SBox with: "Behind the seat, since day one." Tommy looked surprised. "W- I can't.." And confused. All of a sudden, I blurted out: "Did you find that Tommy?" I honestly just tried to ask if we were friends. "Ah!" Screamed Tommy. "Wilbur! Charlie!" My smile faded. He was about to alert them. "What? What?" Wilbur rushed in to the room. "He literally just said 'Did you find that Tommy?' He really said my name!" Tommy replied.

They got a clip of me saying Tommy's name, and Wilbur seemed very excited about it. Next, it was Charlie's turn to talk to me. He was annoying.