Oh, it was such a splendid morning. The sun was not enough to melt the crops, nor the breeze strong enough to rip their homes apart. It was, dare she say, perfect. The people around her, however, were not. She took to curling her wig, applying her face, and inhaling the rapidly approaching afternoon. She donned an extravagant ensemble, and stood before a mirror. Oh, she was perfect. So utterly perfect. She left her home, and took to strolling. The birds were singing, as they were supposed to. Musical, splendid clockwork. She entered a delightful tavern, and then she saw a woman. A young woman. She wasn't like the rest of them, no. This woman had potential. This woman was special. She approached the woman - Sissy, she would call her, spoke with Sissy, and they took to strolling once more. She led Sissy to a delightfully isolated place, not far from the main road. She offered Sissy a cinnamon bun, so splendid in its own right, how could Sissy resist? As Sissy finished the delicacy, she found she could no longer move. Then it began.
Sissy's thoughts were screaming "Oh god, oh god - that woman is insane! She's drugged the buns or something - I can't move-"
Sissy begged in silence, her eyes darting each and every way, but she only laughed. She placed her best friend, Jane, beside Sissy. Jane was so perfect, and cold, and brittle, just as Sissy would be. Jane sat there, though didn't talk, she was rather shy.
"I-Is that a doll - she's talking to it! - calling it Jane-"
She heated some wax to a considerable degree, before pouring it over Sissy's face. Oh, how Sissy's eyes screamed. How silly Sissy was.
"Is that w-wax.. please n-no - no! I can't b-breathe! She's some sort of sadist-"
She then pasted a porcelain mask to Sissy's face, and allowed the wax to seal it. Now Sissy was more like Jane. Then she ripped away that disgusting brown hair Sissy possessed, before placing a blonde set of curls upon Sissy's head.
"P-Please, NO - GET THOSE NAILS -"
She couldn't have it falling off, so she took some nails and nailed the wig to Sissy's head. Sissy's tears could have been a river there were so many. How silly Sissy was. Finally, she dressed Sissy in more appropriate clothing. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Jane and Sissy were both so beautiful. Porcelain skin, blonde curls, wealthy attire.
"S-Stop forcing w-water down my t-throat -"
Only, Sissy was beginning to regain feeling.
"I c-can feel something - maybe -"
Sissy would never be beautiful if she fought.
"Is that - no - please - HELP - PLEASE-"
So she took a dagger and sliced Sissy's throat. She ensured the dress had no blood upon it, by wrapping a cloth around her neck. There was so much crimson. She played with Sissy, as well as Jane, for the entire day. It was so much fun. They had tea, and talked, and had tea again. Then before she knew it, it had turned to night. Jane was still smiling away, she was perfect that way. Sissy, however, had attracted disgusting flies. She was so ungrateful! So she took Sissy's body, and after some time, managed to drag it in front of Petrusia, the Human Capital. She returned to Jane, and they walked home, after a splendid day.