“Sis, wait for me. I will definitely help you.”

  The doll with a shovel in her hand placed head with blue hair in front of the entrance to the dungeon.

  “If you see someone scary, call me,” the doll activated a blue aura.”

  The head didn't answer. The doll turned to the dark space of the dungeon, and then entered it.

  The light from the aura allowed one to see what was hidden from other beings. The doll stopped near the wall with carved symbols, and then summoned a wrench.

  "Do you want to open this door?" a voice came from the darkness.

  The doll turned its head towards the source of the sound. Her eyes began to emit a blue glow, which helped to see what was not visible in the light from the aura...

  Five or six steps away, near the opposite wall, stood another doll, dressed in a blue, translucent plastic bag that covered her body like a robe.

  “Yes,” the doll with the shovel answered. “Do you know how to open it?”

  “Of course,” the doll in the bag answered. “I guard this crypt. You have come here before, but my eyes have only seen you through the head in the wall. Are you Sitihi?”

  “Yes. And you are Kitachi?”

  “You somehow know me. You still have some memories. The other dolls don't remember who I am at all, even though they've been lying here for a very long time.”

  “That's because they're lying down. We need to make them walk. Then they'll remember.”

  “Why? They were sent for spare parts a long time ago. Do you want them? You already have a head. All that's left is to assemble the rest.”

  “No. I have a whole sister. I need to help her.”

  Sitihi told what happened to her "sister's" character. The doll threw its head back.

  “You’re my sister too,” a wrench appeared in Kitachi’s hand. "Everyone who has a thing like this is a brother or sister. That's why I'll help you."

  Kitachi walked up to the wall, and then turned her head towards Sitihi:

  “This door is special. It opens differently than the others.”

  “Is it not enough to stick a wrench in there?”

  “Yes. But this thing is needed too. Only I can open this door, because I am the crypt keeper.”

  Kitachi swiped the wrench in front of the door, causing a virtual door lock made of blue energy to appear, only without a keyboard or text field.

  “Look at what I can do,” the crypt keeper was still looking at Sitihi instead of the lock. “I’m a battle doll, but I can do more than just battle.”

  Kitachi stuck the wrench into the hole in the lock, even though she wasn't looking there.

  "It's an energy lock," Sitihi noted. "It can't be opened with a metal object."

  "Perhaps," the doll continued to look at her interlocutor. "Look."

  A blue aura surrounded Kitachi, and the energy was transferred to the wrench. The door lock began to flicker, and then disappeared. The symbols on the wall activated with a bright blue glow.

  “That’s not all,” Kitachi continued. “The entrance to this room is very well protected. Do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes. My big sis needs help. I don't know why, but I need to.”

  Kitachi finally turned her head to the wall, not to read the symbols, but to stick it into a large round slot that was also glowing brightly.

  This strange action caused an equally strange effect: the symbols carved on the other walls also began to glow. Soon the entire room was shining so brightly that it would have prevented the vision of living beings, if there had been any.

  But that still wasn't enough to open the door. Kitachi placed one palm on a hand-like symbol, and then her other palm on another hand-like symbol.

  Two new large slots appeared in the wall, which immediately activated with a bright blue glow. The vibration caused the bag around the doll to burst and fall to the floor.

  The crypt keeper pressed herself against the wall and inserted her breasts, which were no longer in the way.

  “That’s it now,” Kitachi threw her head back.

  The symbols on the walls gradually lost their brightness and went out. The crypt keeper took two steps back, after which her breasts left the slots.

  “The door will open now,” Kitachi’s head returned to its previous position. “Get away from here.”

  Sitihi moved to the middle of the room. Kitachi pointed the wrench at the torn package. Her gaze was directed at the wall, the symbols on which were already flickering faintly.

  “What is it?” Sitihi asked. “Nothing is happening.”

  “It should be,” Kitachi answered. “I’m just a little…”

  ... The crypt keeper did not have time to finish. The wall was blown apart by a powerful explosion of energy. Stone blocks now lay in place of Kitachi, and a cloud of dust formed in place of the wall.

  “Confused the time...” the doll continued the phrase, but from another part of the room.

  Sitihi turned her head back and saw the head of the crypt keeper near the opposite wall, and next to it one of the legs of the crypt keeper. The symbols on the walls finally faded and were no longer visible.

  “It turned out a little differently than I thought,” Kitachi explained. “I rarely opened this door, so I don’t remember exactly when the explosion will happen.”

  Sitihi turned her head towards the passage. The cloud of dust cleared a little. The outline of a large rectangular object appeared in the air, standing in the middle of the opened room.

  "Don't go in there without me," Kitachi's head warned. "I'll recover soon, but not as fast as the healing doll."

  The dust continued to settle and reveal the contents of the room. The rectangular silhouette turned out to be a coffin, which stood on a stone pedestal.

  "I'm almost ready," Kitachi's voice rang out.

  Sitihi turned her head back again and saw a doll in a blue aura, standing on one leg. One of the arms was hanging just above her head and moving towards its place, and the other arm was somewhere unknown, as was the other leg.

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  "You're not almost ready," Sitihi said. "You're more than halfway recovered, but you're still missing one arm and one leg."

  “They will arrive, I just need to wait,” Kitachi answered.

  Several dozen moments passed. The arm was successfully attached to the place, but the second arm and leg still did not appear.

  Sitihi looked at the pile of stone blocks and noticed something blue and glowing there. The doll craned its neck and tilted its head to look at this something...

  The glowing object turned out to be a finger that was crushed by stone blocks.

  “Is your hand there?” Sitihi asked.

  “Yes, but not only,” Kitachi answered. “My leg is there too, but you can't see it. I just don't have the energy to lift them. There's something heavy there.”

  "How can she see what she's not looking at?" Sitihi thought. "Is there another eye of hers somewhere on the ceiling?"

  The hand tried to get out, but could only slightly stick its finger out from under the heavy block.

  “You’re disassembled,” Sitihi’s head and neck returned to their previous position. "You're using up a lot of energy to recover. That's why you can't lift your arm and leg from under that thing."

  “Wait a little. The energy will be restored soon. In two days.”

  “I can wait, but my sis can’t. She's alive, not like me.”

  “Alive? That means she wasn't turned into a doll.”

  “Yes. She ran away.”

  Sitihi grabbed the shovel handle with both hands and then slammed it into the floor near the pile of stone blocks.

  There was a cracking sound of stones. The floor beneath Sitihi's feet became covered with cracks, which then spread to the stone blocks. The next moment, the insurmountable pile of wall debris turned into a pile of dust.

  “Do you have the element of earth?” Kitachi noted. “I could use abilities like yours. Do you want to become the second crypt keeper?”

  “No,” Sitihi looked at the coffin in the open room. “I should be with my sister, like before.”

  The hand, surrounded by aura, managed to get out of the pile of dust, and behind it, a leg appeared.

  “Now I will definitely assemble quickly,” Kitachi said. “I used to say something when they helped me, but now I’ve forgotten. There was some word…”

  The crypt keeper could not remember that word, but her arm and leg returned to her. Now the doll could not only stand, but also walk.

  “I’m assembled,” Kitachi approached Sitihi. “Now we need to enter the room.”

  "Why does she always say what she does?" even for Sitihi it seemed unnecessary, despite the fact that she herself was a doll.

  Kitachi entered the room and stopped near the pedestal. Sitihi followed her.

  On the pedestal did indeed lie an oval stone coffin, too small to accommodate the doll's body, but with a slot for a wrench in the lid.

  “In this thing…” Kitachi began.

  “The thing that activates the bodies of dolls,” Sitihi interrupted. “I know what it is.”

  “But you’ve never seen her. Even I'm here for the second time. How do you know?”

  “I don't know. Maybe these are childhood memories.”

  “I don’t remember you. I guess it's because I only turn on when alien creatures enter the crypt. You're not an alien. You're my sister. That's why I was off when you came in here.”

  Kitachi applied the wrench to the lid of the coffin. The slot activated with a blue glow, after which the lid began to move with a rustling sound characteristic of the stone…

  Kitachi removed the key from the slot, then pointed it at the lid and moved her hand to the side. The lid lifted off the coffin and landed on the floor.

  Inside were greatly reduced copies of doll heads with different hair colors, which were located in separate slots.

  “This is the thing that activates the dolls,” Kitachi explained, although she might not have done so. “There are many different buttons. You can press them, these heads. I'll show you now."

  Kitachi pressed her index finger on the head with purple hair.

  “First I activate the battle doll,” Kitachi said. "If she comes in here, that means this thing is working. Then we can activate the healing doll, but not yet."

  “Why?” Sitihi looked at the mini-head with pink hair. “Is her bad to activate it?”

  “No. I just can't disassemble the healing doll and then deactivate it. They have very high regeneration. They can not only assemble if they are blown up, but also restore any damage right during the battle.”

  Heavy steps were heard from the depths of the crypt. Kitachi turned her head back.

  “She’s coming,” the crypt keeper said. “She’ll be here soon. If she doesn’t recognize me and attacks, will you protect me, sis?”

  Sitihi didn’t answer. The footsteps grew louder.

  "I will only protect my big sister and her spirit."

  Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Kitachi waved a wrench in front of her. A white, round, glowing silhouette appeared in the air, which soon took the form of a fat mechanical sparrow.

  A strand of purple hair emerged from the "doorway" formed by the hole in the wall. The robot Kitachi had summoned flew forward, but stopped at the entrance to the room.

  The strand of hair disappeared behind the wall. The robot turned its head toward its intended target, but saw no one there.

  "The air's gotten heavy," Kitachi looked at the coffin. "She's just hiding."

  "The air's gotten heavy," Sitihi noted. "She has purple hair. It all fits."

  "Yes. We'll have to wait until she shows up."

  It didn't take long to wait. The robot returned to the coffin and hit the mini-head with its wing. A few moments later, it turned over and "looked" at the ceiling.

  Kitachi tilted her head back and looked up. On the ceiling, right above the coffin, hung a doll with long purple hair and a blue bandage on her nose.

  "There you are..." the crypt keeper noticed. "Come down.”

  The doll, which was held on the ceiling by a purple aura, began to fall, but then changed its trajectory slightly and landed on her feet on the other side of the coffin.

  “The activation was successful,” Kitachi turned her head to Sitihi. “You see, she didn’t do anything to us. I can summon the next doll.”

  The crypt keeper reached her hand towards the mini-head with pink hair and a white mask that completely covered her face.

  “She cannot be assembled,” a voice came from above.

  Sitihi looked at the mask and noticed that it had no cutouts for the mouth and eyes, but there was some kind of black symbol.

  "I took this doll apart for a long time," the doll on the ceiling continued. "If you assemble it back together, you won't be able to take it apart again."

  “This is for my sister’s sis,” Kitachi pointed at Sitihi with her wrench-free hand.

  “Then I’m not against it,” the doll on the ceiling answered. “But I won’t disassemble a second time.”

  "Did you say 'disassemble'?" Sitihi asked.

  “Yes,” the doll on the ceiling answered. "This is Toloruchan, a very difficult doll."

  "Were you able to defeat the healing doll?" Sitihi asked.

  "This is Nyonyokyo," Kitachi pointed a wrench at the purple-haired doll. "She's the strongest battle doll in the crypt. That's why I assemble her first."

  "If she's so strong, who disassembled her?" Sitihi tilted her head to the side to get a better look at the new doll.

  It was truly something to behold. An apron-armor made of dark blue rubber plates, in which there was not enough room for the breast, and it protruded on the sides. Long purple hair fell on the shoulders, and then "went" behind the back and "returned" only near the knees, protected by rubber knee pads. The legs, on the contrary, were only slightly bandaged with some black ribbons, like bandages.

  “Nobody disassembled me,” Nyonokyo answered after a short pause. “I took my head off and lay in the coffin myself. I disassembled all the dolls, then I wanted to disassemble people, but they told me that they could be disassembled, but not assemble. This was incomprehensible to me, because people are like dolls. Then why can’t they be assembled? I decided that my body was preventing my head from thinking, and I disassembled myself.”

  “Did it help?” Sitihi asked.

  “No,” Nyonyokyo answered. "But I realized something else. The healing dolls have larger breasts than the battle dolls. Perhaps the pink energy they generate increases their breast size."

  "You have big breasts," Sitihi tilted her head in the opposite direction. "But you're a battle doll."

  "If I were a healing doll, they would be bigger," Nyonyokyo grabbed own breast from below. "But then I wouldn't be able to speak. For dolls, breast size is very important. That's where the energy is concentrated. In humans, the energy is concentrated near the heart, but dolls have artificial bodies. Because of their design, the energy can't gather there, so it gathers in the chest.”

  "Can you tell a doll's power by its breast size?" Sitihi asked.

  “Yes, but not always,” Nyonyokyo let go of her chest, and it jumped by inertia. “If the doll is made from a female human, then it is possible. In dolls made from male humans and dinosaurs, the energy is concentrated somewhere else. I such dolls disassembled yet, so I don't know.”

  “Appearance is very important for dolls,” Sitihi recalled a phrase from her childhood. “They don’t feel anything, so they believe what they see.”

  ... The crypt was replaced by yellow sand on the shore of a gray-blue sea. Sitihi looked at the waves and noticed the doll's hand floating on them.

  "I'll assemble you, Sitihi," a familiar voice said from behind.

  Sitihi turned around and saw a doll with long yellow hair, braided into two short pigtails. Her clothes were made of some kind of solidified black substance, which formed something like a dress. Motionless eyes of different colors, black and yellow, looked at the sea waves that the dolls' limbs brought with them.

  “Mom,” Sitihi said.

  The doll with yellow hair did not answer. She walked to the water and looked at the hand that was floating there. The pupils of her eyes turned purple, after which the hand rose from the water and moved into the doll's hand.

  “I will assemble you, Sitihi,” the doll with yellow hair repeated. “You won’t get lost like your big sister. You will always be with mom.”

  The doll caught a leg out of the water, then a second arm, a second leg and even a torso.

  “Something is missing,” the doll looked at the body parts lying on the sand.

  Evening came. The sun almost disappeared behind the horizon, but the doll still could not find the missing body part. Her pupils turned black, her body began to stagger, and the doll fell onto the sand.

  “You’re lost too, Sitihi...”