Once again, Karyn was on the balcony of the dollhouse. She sat in a normal doll sized chair, her plush legs up on the balcony railing. Once again, she was Gwendolyn the Witch, but she preferred to think of herself as Raggedy Karyn.
She pushed down on her doll knee, bending it the other way. It didn't hurt at all, in fact it was a little ticklish feeling her cloth skin run slightly against her plush stuffing. She didn't have fingers anymore, either, just a mitten shaped hand with a little lump for a thumb, and her hair was made from thin green yarn.
"C'mooooon!" Raggedy Karyn moaned. "No one's here; no one's going to worry about us." She said to Jon, who was still in the person world, tucking Karyn's comatose body into bed. It was his idea, and admittedly, a good one. If anyone did walk in they would just think Karyn was asleep instead of brain dead.
The bed was just inches from the dollhouse, so Jon, whenever he got plushified, would have to hide a little so any potential sneaks wouldn't see his body. He didn't react to Karyn's voice, so she shouted again, sucking in all the air of her plush body.
"LET'S GO!"
Jon looked up a second later and looked at the little doll. "I can't here you very well. You have a tiny voice." His voice boomed and echoed through the room.
"I DON'T CARE! GET DOWN HERE!" She shook his head and finished taking care of Karyn's human body. He walked to the dollhouse and picked up the little toy Karyn had handed him earlier. Jon sighed and knelt down to eye level with Raggedy Karyn. The little doll sat up excitedly.
Jon put his rag doll next to Karyn's. His eyes fluttered closed and he fell to the ground asleep. Warily, the other little toy shook her cotton head and stood up.
She was a classic rag doll with a blue dress and apron, with puffy sleeves. Thick yarn pig tails came from beneath a muffin hat and her legs were striped red stockings. Best of all, she had little round circles on each cheek. And she was Jon.
"So glad you could join me, Raggedy Ann."
"Har, har." He motioned with a mitten hand of his own to a pair of doors to the second floor. "Let's start looking for that rock. And hope that nothing else unexpected happens."
