You reach out to pet the doll.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…”

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He chomps onto your hand and you yelp in pain as the sharp teeth impale your skin. You shake your hand furiously, but he clings on like a Jack Russell.

You whimper a bit and he eventually either feels sorry for you or gets bored and releases your hand, dropping back onto the ground.
“I warned you”. He grins eerily at you.

You shudder a bit and nurse your booboo.