But alas-
"Huh?"
That dream of his that had been fulfilled...
"Wha-what's g-going-"
Because after a long time with his owners... he never thought that... it would end.
And so with that...
"On...?"
He panicked.
"Ha-a-ah-ahhhh!"
"Ohhhh no~" a voice chimed through the air with a hint of sarcastic alarm.
"He he he... its happening?"
"Oh... I thought he was truly going to be... 'different' from the others, but I guess..."
'D-different? Others? What just are they talking about?'
Josa thought as he panicked mentally. His plastic body unable to move due to its nature. For his senses were neigh. And so were ckntrol and movements. For the only thing that this doll owned. Were his own thoughts.
Thoughts that swayed about as he struggled to remember something? What was it? Oh right, his product given name. The thing that his memories seemed to have cut off for some reason.
Could it be rejection? Or could be his subconscious eliminating that part of his memories so he would suffer or kneel to the pain of the very thought of it? Maybe? Maybe so? Maybe yes? No, it was that. It was a yes. What other reason could there be?
Josa's hurled even wilder in his mind as the questions just kept on suffocating him.
What? Why would I do that? What does this mean? Ohhh, I wish I knew, I knew it knew i knew i knew....! Knew what? My name... its.. its Josa. But then why am I struggling so much? Why? Who made me like this? What dud this to me?
He thought as his rolled in the direction of the battered doll's position. The doll stared back blankly at him. With no sorrow. No pity. No, oh I know what's happening to him now look. Nothing. Just a pure indifference that he couldn't decipher.
And that...
Made him feel. This feeling. It gnawwed away at his mind. His very being. His sanity. And his-
Gasp!
"What's- what's happening to meeee!"
His last threads of hope. As if toughen him up by forcing him to adapt. Something he was barely capable of. No, this was its way of deceiving him into thinking so. So that he could lose his cool his stronghold and gnaw away without a single sweat.
This feeling was simply...
"Anxious ain't yah?"
Anxiety.
The battered dool finally spoke. Its eyes now filled with a coldness that shielded another feelings that practically pranced upon him to come out. And it was, triumph.
But why? What was this emotion? What was it and why did it feel like... it was meant to oppress Josa.
Amke him accept something and brutally so.
And that was...
"Yah, we all did back then. You know when this nonsense wasn't an endless cycle."
"But unfortunately... reality had other plans... it always does..."
He paused as the favor in the air shifted into a deep neutrality that sparked nothing in anything present as he finished, "It always does and always will.... against everything and everyone. You know why?"
"Its simply because... what may seem normal to common eye will never be such to those whole live in the abnormal... but to put in simpler terms..."
CHHHHK, CHUUUU!
"It's time already?"
"Ohhhh well to bad. I wanted to see how far this would go you know?"
He said as mechanical noises burst out and caused the underwhelmed grovels of some objects nearby as the interior if the truck moved and jiggled every single trash in the tank body.
"Idiots who truly see something for what it is or where its from... are the easiest prey and so... they go first."
As if triggered by this, the tank body moved. Slowly and uniformly as all the trash that once rested on each other feelings diagonally until it came to a stop a few seconds later.
Josa. Was at the very bottom. His plastic porcelain body deformed and compressed as the weight of the trash above feel upin amd crushed him relentlessly.
He didn't squirm. He didn't scream. He didn't cry. He didn't about anything in particular. For Josa was broken. Physically and more wholely as his entire being. Not knowing what the point if all was.
What though?
The struggling fro his memories. The rejection. The use. The manipulation. The sadness he swallowed. The pride he compressed not because he wanted to tell all the others that he was the only reason that they could ever be bought. But because... he didn't want it to remind him of all the times he watched, swallowed and forcefully heard the children's laughters and their cheers as they swayedand danced with the others...
This broke him. Too much for him want to explode with everything he had left. And too evenly for him to even think of having a square emotion fir him to counter react with.
The door of the tank open and all the garbage fell out even... him.
As he fell, his gaze accidentally landed on the battered doll's who looked back at him with equal brokeness that Josa just mistook for triumph. But it was... though... it was broken. Like a broken victory. One that belonged to all. Yet benefited. None.
And that's when he realized that what he was tryna tell him before as a lesson of his popped up in his mind.
That lesson was... once you lose your name... you lose your value.
Scrrrrr!
Your purpose.
Chk, chk.
Your entire being.
Swoooo! Chk, Bam!
And the meaning of all that you once... made up in your head and clustered hardly so that...
"Oh..."
"So...."
He could have a reason to dream... not an actual one.
"This is recycling?"