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"I feel there's something that's hidden inside,
It creeps up my spine and takes over my mind,
I can't control it no
I think I'm losing control
...
You just don't get it do you,
I'm not stuck here with you,
You're stuck in here with me (you're stuck in here with me)
You just don't get it do you,
I'm not stuck here with you,
You're stuck in here with me (you're stuck in here with me)

One more word and we'll cut out your eyes,
One more time left to say your goodbyes (so say 'em)
We can't, we cannot stop the growth"
~"Bad Blood" by Escape The Fate

She had asked her to make them tea, that’s all. How much simpler of a task could she have given her? Just boil water, choose a tea, put the right amount of tea and water in both cups – it was pretty straight forward. So how is it that she managed to murder her own mother?

Mandy had left the room for a moment to go and retrieve her own cup of tea. She had presented the first cup to her mother since she figured she’d be the first to have a sip of this sickeningly sweet-smelling tea, so once she set it down on the table, she went back into the kitchen to get her own. She was gone for only a mere three minutes when she suddenly began hearing raspy coughing coming from the other room, almost sounding like someone was choking on sandpaper. She stopped what she was doing and called out, “Mom? Is everything alright?” She may have held hatred for the woman deep down, but it was her mother – she still loved her.

There was no reply, only the horrid hacking of coughing her lungs out, followed closely by some very unsettling gurgling noises, the clatter of a tea cup, and an audible thud. That most certainly wasn’t a good sign. Though worry surged through her veins, Mandy immediately ran out of the kitchen and darted straight into the other room. Instantly, she stopped dead in her tracks, and within a matter of seconds, it felt as though time itself had frozen over. The air in the room suddenly grew ice cold, and all that could be heard in Mandy’s ears was her own heartbeat, slowing down to the point that she’d thought she was actually going to faint. She might as well have due to what she was staring at.

There, slumped over the dining room table, was her mother, Eleanor, lying motionless; tea cup tilted over in her limp hand, tea washed out into her stringy hair. Swallowing her fear, Mandy parted her trembling lips and choked, “M-Mom?”

No response. She shook her head slowly. No – No, she couldn’t be dead. There was no way she could be dead. How could she be? It was stupid to even think that. Cautiously with uncontrollable fear flooding her being, Mandy moved forward; inching close enough to peer over to get a view of her mom’s face. And a view she got.

Her mother’s face was contorted into a paralyzed state of twisted terror. Her skin had gone pale, her eyes were rolled back into her head with all her blood vessels weaving out, and some sort of light olive green fluid was leaking out of her mouth, accompanied with spots of blood. Mandy nearly gagged at the sight. She gasped in horror as her hands came up to cover her mouth, immediately flinging herself backward and nearly falling over. Her eyes grew wide, tears uncontrollably beginning to blur her vision. She shook her head repeatedly, thinking that there was no way she could be dead. She couldn’t be. How could she be dead?!

Her eyes shifted to the tea cup, its emptied contents in pools on the table now. The tea – the tea had poisoned her. But how? Nearly tripping over her own feet and running into a wall, she dashed into the kitchen to grasp the jar that had contained the contents she had used for the tea. She searched the entire jar for a label, but there was none. She cursed, shaking all over and tightening her grip on the jar to the point her knuckles whitened. She looked in the cupboard, searching the entire thing when she came upon another jar with similar-looking contents. She instantly grabbed it and took a whiff. Sure enough, it was the same leaves – and there was a label on this jar. Worn-out, but nonetheless, she could still make out what it said. It was a medicine for insomnia, not a tea. Quickly, she scanned through the instructions, and if she hadn’t been hovering over the counter, she would’ve shattered the jar when it slipped from her hands. She felt all of the blood drain from her face as her eyes travelled over the words. She had used too much. Too much of the leaves, too much of the drug could kill someone, which is exactly what had happened. Feeling her knees almost wanting to give out, she dragged herself back into the dining room and shamefully turned her gaze onto her dead mother.

It was so quiet. So dead quiet, her ears were ringing at the deafening silence. The sound of her heart beating was beginning to make her nauseous. Her blood was ice, freezing solid in her veins, and she felt numb all over as though she’d collapse at any moment. Time slowed to a stop once again, except this time, it seemed that the room was growing even colder, darker even. She squirmed, feeling uncomfortable as shadows enveloped her. She could’ve sworn she felt someone – or something – touch her, and she would’ve turned around to look, but she couldn’t. She was literally frozen in fear, completely traumatized and for her, her entire body just seemed to shut down. She was incapable of movement. The chilling coils of darkness weaved around her, pulling her into a suffocating, foggy haze. And within seconds, thoughts and ludicrous conclusions began to flood her mind.

You killed her. You’re the one who drugged her “tea”; you’re the one who poisoned her.

No, don’t think like that. How could you have known? You didn’t. She never showed you the teas.

True, but you’re the one who prepared the tea. You’re the one who chose the tea – you should’ve asked her what it was! She would’ve known, and this wouldn’t have happened!

She flinched and closed her eyes for a moment, a few tears coming undone and loosely running down her cheeks. She didn’t want to look, she couldn’t handle it. She was too innocent for something like this.

Innocent? You’re not innocent, you never were. You’ve always hated the bitch, ever since you were eleven.

Again, she flinched and shook her head. No, that wasn’t true. Her mom was good to her. She only did what she did because it was the best thing for her.

Really? You believe that? No you don’t. You know the truth. She only did that to you because she was a monster. And now you, yourself, are a monster.

No…

You know it to be true, don’t deny it. Look at what you’ve done.

Reluctantly, she pried her eyes open to stare directly at the corpse across the table. Bile rose up in her throat, and she felt like she was going to hurl at any moment. But though she was revolted, the longer she looked at her mother, the more she began to realize the truth. She was right, this voice in her head was right. She had hated her mom, she had for so long, but she never admitted it. She couldn’t. Her mother would’ve punished her severely if she had tried anything. The bitch had made her suffer for years on end – eleven years, to be exact! – and no one had ever been there to help her. No one had tried to be her friend or save her from the tortures she constantly had to endure! She had always been nothing but a brainless puppet, a doll for everyone to do as they please with! She couldn’t deny it any longer, it was the truth and it was about time she faced it.

You’re right….You’re absolutely right….I killed her…

And it wasn’t an accident.

No….It wasn’t….She got what was coming to her.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes dry, her fingers trembling still from shock.

What now? How do you get rid of the body, the evidence?

You’ll figure it out. Now go pack. You need to get out of here immediately.

Her brows furrowed, not quite understanding. Where would she go? Where would she hide? She needed to get away from all of this, everything. She needed to start off brand new. Where could she possibly go?

You know exactly where to go. The only city good enough for you…

Gotham City.

FINALLY! Got this done X_X Been so busy lately, I've had little time to work on this. But finally, got it done. About goddamn time.

Anyway, for anyone who didn't read Mandy's bio, this is the moment in her life that made her mind snap - this was the last straw: when she had accidentally poisoned her mother via tea. Yes, she may have had a bunch of hatred towards her mom, but would she ever kill her? No, of course not; she didn't have it in her! But her mother's death was the last straw. She blamed herself for her sudden death, and within seconds, all of the hatred and anger that she had been holding against her mother just boiled over and reached a limit. It got too much for her, and thus how Dollface was born

Now if any of you read what was on my last post/drawing, you know that Mandy doesn't have a split personality; Dollface and Mandy are one in the same, period. So when I say that her mind snapped and Dollface was born, I'm saying that the darkness she's kept hidden for so long has finally risen and now she's just tormenting herself constantly with the urges to harm anyone who has made her suffer in any way. That one part from the ending of the last episode of "Gotham" - the part when Ed just lost it and began scolding and talking to himself - I have no idea if he has a split personality or not. I'm assuming not, in which case this is exactly how I imagine Mandy is: she basically is her own enemy and constantly gets into deep mental arguments with herself. As was stated in my last post, she seems to act like she has a split personality, but she uses that as an excuse for her actions just to make her look more innocent than she actually is.

This one was quite a challenge, and I know I've said this before with my other drawings, but honestly, this came out way better than I thought it would. I mean it. I got so beyond pissed off at one point while drawing this that I actually got in trouble (I took my anger out on my parents - it wasn't pretty). I don't know, maybe the heat was getting to my head - it's been getting quite hot here - but I just lost it. I actually had considered tearing it up and just giving up. That's how annoyed I got with it. Hands will NEVER be a favorite of mine to draw, and I don't know why, but I just couldn't get either Mandy's or her mom's faces right; they kept coming out too mature and old looking, and I couldn't make Mandy look as horrified as I wanted her to be. But FINALLY it came out quite acceptable. If there's anything I absolutely love about this drawing, it has to be the shadow of Dollface creeping up behind Mandy, along with the darkness wrapping around her. That was awesome to draw. And just on one small note, the way I have Dollface's hands - one on Mandy's head, the other over her heart - is basically a metaphor for how her inner demons are affecting her and where the darkness is consuming her the most. It's devouring her mind and heart, and there's nothing that can stop it.

The songs that gave me inspiration for this were "Bad Blood" by Escape the Fate, "Monster" and "Falling Inside the Black" by Skillet, "Disturbia" by Rihanna, and "Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed. All the songs have one thing in common: the whole idea of losing control and falling into darkness, which is EXACTLY what happened to Mandy. She gave in, and a majority of it is because of how she was treated for years on end.

Description

"I feel there's something that's hidden inside,
It creeps up my spine and takes over my mind,
I can't control it no
I think I'm losing control
...
You just don't get it do you,
I'm not stuck here with you,
You're stuck in here with me (you're stuck in here with me)
You just don't get it do you,
I'm not stuck here with you,
You're stuck in here with me (you're stuck in here with me)

One more word and we'll cut out your eyes,
One more time left to say your goodbyes (so say 'em)
We can't, we cannot stop the growth"
~"Bad Blood" by Escape The Fate

She had asked her to make them tea, that’s all. How much simpler of a task could she have given her? Just boil water, choose a tea, put the right amount of tea and water in both cups – it was pretty straight forward. So how is it that she managed to murder her own mother?

Mandy had left the room for a moment to go and retrieve her own cup of tea. She had presented the first cup to her mother since she figured she’d be the first to have a sip of this sickeningly sweet-smelling tea, so once she set it down on the table, she went back into the kitchen to get her own. She was gone for only a mere three minutes when she suddenly began hearing raspy coughing coming from the other room, almost sounding like someone was choking on sandpaper. She stopped what she was doing and called out, “Mom? Is everything alright?” She may have held hatred for the woman deep down, but it was her mother – she still loved her.

There was no reply, only the horrid hacking of coughing her lungs out, followed closely by some very unsettling gurgling noises, the clatter of a tea cup, and an audible thud. That most certainly wasn’t a good sign. Though worry surged through her veins, Mandy immediately ran out of the kitchen and darted straight into the other room. Instantly, she stopped dead in her tracks, and within a matter of seconds, it felt as though time itself had frozen over. The air in the room suddenly grew ice cold, and all that could be heard in Mandy’s ears was her own heartbeat, slowing down to the point that she’d thought she was actually going to faint. She might as well have due to what she was staring at.

There, slumped over the dining room table, was her mother, Eleanor, lying motionless; tea cup tilted over in her limp hand, tea washed out into her stringy hair. Swallowing her fear, Mandy parted her trembling lips and choked, “M-Mom?”

No response. She shook her head slowly. No – No, she couldn’t be dead. There was no way she could be dead. How could she be? It was stupid to even think that. Cautiously with uncontrollable fear flooding her being, Mandy moved forward; inching close enough to peer over to get a view of her mom’s face. And a view she got.

Her mother’s face was contorted into a paralyzed state of twisted terror. Her skin had gone pale, her eyes were rolled back into her head with all her blood vessels weaving out, and some sort of light olive green fluid was leaking out of her mouth, accompanied with spots of blood. Mandy nearly gagged at the sight. She gasped in horror as her hands came up to cover her mouth, immediately flinging herself backward and nearly falling over. Her eyes grew wide, tears uncontrollably beginning to blur her vision. She shook her head repeatedly, thinking that there was no way she could be dead. She couldn’t be. How could she be dead?!

Her eyes shifted to the tea cup, its emptied contents in pools on the table now. The tea – the tea had poisoned her. But how? Nearly tripping over her own feet and running into a wall, she dashed into the kitchen to grasp the jar that had contained the contents she had used for the tea. She searched the entire jar for a label, but there was none. She cursed, shaking all over and tightening her grip on the jar to the point her knuckles whitened. She looked in the cupboard, searching the entire thing when she came upon another jar with similar-looking contents. She instantly grabbed it and took a whiff. Sure enough, it was the same leaves – and there was a label on this jar. Worn-out, but nonetheless, she could still make out what it said. It was a medicine for insomnia, not a tea. Quickly, she scanned through the instructions, and if she hadn’t been hovering over the counter, she would’ve shattered the jar when it slipped from her hands. She felt all of the blood drain from her face as her eyes travelled over the words. She had used too much. Too much of the leaves, too much of the drug could kill someone, which is exactly what had happened. Feeling her knees almost wanting to give out, she dragged herself back into the dining room and shamefully turned her gaze onto her dead mother.

It was so quiet. So dead quiet, her ears were ringing at the deafening silence. The sound of her heart beating was beginning to make her nauseous. Her blood was ice, freezing solid in her veins, and she felt numb all over as though she’d collapse at any moment. Time slowed to a stop once again, except this time, it seemed that the room was growing even colder, darker even. She squirmed, feeling uncomfortable as shadows enveloped her. She could’ve sworn she felt someone – or something – touch her, and she would’ve turned around to look, but she couldn’t. She was literally frozen in fear, completely traumatized and for her, her entire body just seemed to shut down. She was incapable of movement. The chilling coils of darkness weaved around her, pulling her into a suffocating, foggy haze. And within seconds, thoughts and ludicrous conclusions began to flood her mind.

You killed her. You’re the one who drugged her “tea”; you’re the one who poisoned her.

No, don’t think like that. How could you have known? You didn’t. She never showed you the teas.

True, but you’re the one who prepared the tea. You’re the one who chose the tea – you should’ve asked her what it was! She would’ve known, and this wouldn’t have happened!

She flinched and closed her eyes for a moment, a few tears coming undone and loosely running down her cheeks. She didn’t want to look, she couldn’t handle it. She was too innocent for something like this.

Innocent? You’re not innocent, you never were. You’ve always hated the bitch, ever since you were eleven.

Again, she flinched and shook her head. No, that wasn’t true. Her mom was good to her. She only did what she did because it was the best thing for her.

Really? You believe that? No you don’t. You know the truth. She only did that to you because she was a monster. And now you, yourself, are a monster.

No…

You know it to be true, don’t deny it. Look at what you’ve done.

Reluctantly, she pried her eyes open to stare directly at the corpse across the table. Bile rose up in her throat, and she felt like she was going to hurl at any moment. But though she was revolted, the longer she looked at her mother, the more she began to realize the truth. She was right, this voice in her head was right. She had hated her mom, she had for so long, but she never admitted it. She couldn’t. Her mother would’ve punished her severely if she had tried anything. The bitch had made her suffer for years on end – eleven years, to be exact! – and no one had ever been there to help her. No one had tried to be her friend or save her from the tortures she constantly had to endure! She had always been nothing but a brainless puppet, a doll for everyone to do as they please with! She couldn’t deny it any longer, it was the truth and it was about time she faced it.

You’re right….You’re absolutely right….I killed her…

And it wasn’t an accident.

No….It wasn’t….She got what was coming to her.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes dry, her fingers trembling still from shock.

What now? How do you get rid of the body, the evidence?

You’ll figure it out. Now go pack. You need to get out of here immediately.

Her brows furrowed, not quite understanding. Where would she go? Where would she hide? She needed to get away from all of this, everything. She needed to start off brand new. Where could she possibly go?

You know exactly where to go. The only city good enough for you…

Gotham City.

FINALLY! Got this done X_X Been so busy lately, I've had little time to work on this. But finally, got it done. About goddamn time.

Anyway, for anyone who didn't read Mandy's bio, this is the moment in her life that made her mind snap - this was the last straw: when she had accidentally poisoned her mother via tea. Yes, she may have had a bunch of hatred towards her mom, but would she ever kill her? No, of course not; she didn't have it in her! But her mother's death was the last straw. She blamed herself for her sudden death, and within seconds, all of the hatred and anger that she had been holding against her mother just boiled over and reached a limit. It got too much for her, and thus how Dollface was born

Now if any of you read what was on my last post/drawing, you know that Mandy doesn't have a split personality; Dollface and Mandy are one in the same, period. So when I say that her mind snapped and Dollface was born, I'm saying that the darkness she's kept hidden for so long has finally risen and now she's just tormenting herself constantly with the urges to harm anyone who has made her suffer in any way. That one part from the ending of the last episode of "Gotham" - the part when Ed just lost it and began scolding and talking to himself - I have no idea if he has a split personality or not. I'm assuming not, in which case this is exactly how I imagine Mandy is: she basically is her own enemy and constantly gets into deep mental arguments with herself. As was stated in my last post, she seems to act like she has a split personality, but she uses that as an excuse for her actions just to make her look more innocent than she actually is.

This one was quite a challenge, and I know I've said this before with my other drawings, but honestly, this came out way better than I thought it would. I mean it. I got so beyond pissed off at one point while drawing this that I actually got in trouble (I took my anger out on my parents - it wasn't pretty). I don't know, maybe the heat was getting to my head - it's been getting quite hot here - but I just lost it. I actually had considered tearing it up and just giving up. That's how annoyed I got with it. Hands will NEVER be a favorite of mine to draw, and I don't know why, but I just couldn't get either Mandy's or her mom's faces right; they kept coming out too mature and old looking, and I couldn't make Mandy look as horrified as I wanted her to be. But FINALLY it came out quite acceptable. If there's anything I absolutely love about this drawing, it has to be the shadow of Dollface creeping up behind Mandy, along with the darkness wrapping around her. That was awesome to draw. And just on one small note, the way I have Dollface's hands - one on Mandy's head, the other over her heart - is basically a metaphor for how her inner demons are affecting her and where the darkness is consuming her the most. It's devouring her mind and heart, and there's nothing that can stop it.

The songs that gave me inspiration for this were "Bad Blood" by Escape the Fate, "Monster" and "Falling Inside the Black" by Skillet, "Disturbia" by Rihanna, and "Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed. All the songs have one thing in common: the whole idea of losing control and falling into darkness, which is EXACTLY what happened to Mandy. She gave in, and a majority of it is because of how she was treated for years on end.