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Mannequins are so misunderstood, and to be a good piece for a horror plot. They get so judged for being so scary if they are in a group in some house or shop. As a mannequin I like being eternal, I like when people look at me for what I wear and have that happy expression.
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Mannequins

by Gcornelius128

Mannequins are so misunderstood, and to be a good piece for a horror plot. They get so judged for being so scary if they are in a group in some house or shop.

As a mannequin I like being eternal, I like when people look at me for what I wear and have that happy expression.

I love when people go into my shop and greet my owner with respect because she is the only shop that can help sometimes for free if you are in a bind.

I sometimes get naked and set aside for having new fashion grace my body. For 80 years it was like that, I remember when I met my owner Bonnie, her mother set up the shop and I came brand new.

She was only five and she use to talk to me like I was her teddy bear or doll and she use to gleefully tell me about her day and I would listen.

Bonnie use to say that she would love to own her mother's shop one day or travel the world for which I loved the idea.

When she went to prom with the dress that I wore for a while it would impress the men, when Bonnie's mother was planning her wedding she used me as a model of her wedding dress.

I got to meet her husband and they loved each other madly and it made me feel great. I even had to model for her dress to go to her mother's funeral who died of a simple flu.

When Bonnie took over the shop she finally talked with me like she was 5 years old again.

Her husband for giggles and fun used to dance with me when they heard their favorite music on the radio and they were so happy.

When she set me aside and I modeled the new clothes coming in, she would make sure my dress would be the one to sell.

When Her friendly talks with the locals and people passing by got really interesting, I listened.

Even the sad ones like the fact that her husband was fighting off burglars he was shot and died which I was the only witness, or the fact that the time spent with him,

she couldn't be a mama so I wouldn't be able to have the honor of modelling her children's prom dress or suit or for their wedding.

Eventually Bonnie was getting old and lonely and regardless she was so friendly to the customers it didn't matter what they were she trusted them without judgement and was so glad they came.

In her last day, we had the greatest conversation, even better than the ones that we had 80 years back.

She told me that if there was a heaven she would like it to be a world that was simple and where her old customers would come and buy stuff and they will live in harmony.

Unfortunately as a mannequin I can't be their with her.

As a mannequin you see a lot more pain and death because people assume nobody is their. Her last words before keeling over on the front desk were to me.

I love you Bonnie and I am sorry I can't join you, I am simply a mannequin. They tore the shop down to bring in a mini mall, I was set aside to be thrown away.

But I wouldn't have traded my life with Bonnie not for anything, not for anything in in the whole world.

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