Was playing with ball-jointed dolls, but they were all actually alive. Mine was a boy named P. One of my long-lost friends was visiting and left her bjd with me as well. Hers was also male, but wasn't "activated" yet; it was still asleep and had no hair yet. His name was Adam. When he woke up, he became best friends with my doll. I think they were about eight or nine years old. Mine was older, but Adam seemed younger because he was childishly shy. My friend took him back with her when she left, but P stowed away in someone's suitcase and caught a bus to find Adam. Everyone was really happy and they all had a party. Then P and Adam were left alone in the doll crate at my house, except it wasn't like my house in real life, and it was night time. At this point, I was watching from P's point of view, and I realized that Adam was injured. He slept a lot and was balding. Now they were both grown-up, but P was about 18 and Adam was older. POV switched back and I snuck downstairs and brought all the dolls and clothes upstairs to play with. Then i realized that I'd left one of the wigs downstairs, so I went back down to get it. While I was downstairs, I realized that my parents hadn't gone to bed yet and were awake in their own room. By the time I got back upstairs (we had a huge house with corridors and a spiral staircase), my parents had found the dolls and packed them up in crates. They told me I wasn't allowed to play with dolls anymore. Then I was in P's POV again. Now I was 12 and Adam was 14. Adam was sleeping and had worms coming out of his stomach, so P played with two little kid dolls, who were about five or six. While he was talking to them, Adam disappeared. Later, P (me) took the kids and found Adam, who was awake but evil or crazy. He had red patches on his body where his skin had rotted away and wasn't wearing any clothes or hair. I was sad but tried to take care of Adam anyway. I heard that the world was ending, so I took Adam and the kids and piled them all into a van and drove to this place where people were boarding spaceships that would take them away from the dying earth. We were all normal human-sized now, and I was an adult, but Adam was now about the same age as the kids. At the airport, you had to drive past secrutiy booths in order to bard. They were all scattered along the path, which was a glowy silver line that branched out into hundreds of lines. Some booths you could just drive by, but some you had to stop, and they'd check your ID, etc. Since we were originally dolls and had no real identity, we obviously couldn't stop. We tried to take paths that didn't have booths where you had to stop and register. The speed limit was 25 mph, but we were going 55 to 60, so the security guys who were sitting in folding chairs outside along the paths got up and started yelling and chasing us. They all looked the same, lie clones. After we finally got onto the space ship, I left Adam and the kids in a small, dark room on the bottom floor (the space ship was round and had several stories). I went to find this woman, who was a former lover of P's. Adam corrupted the kids and they went throughout the spaceship, climbing around and making people angry. I met up with them and the security people burst into the spaceship and started chasing us. Some stuff happened and we got separated...I don't know where the kids went, but Adam died; I don'tk now if it was because of the sickness or because someone shot him. He died an eight-year kid with white-blonde hair, no clothes, and red patches of rotted skin, laughing maniacally. I didn't have time to be sad though, because the woman I had been looking for found me, but she was different. She was a heavily modified BJD. She was huge; she took up the entire entranceway of the spaceship, which was like a ballroom that was several stories high. She was just a strangely shaped head floating hands, except that she had ten hands connected together where normal floating heads only have one. She scooped me up and said something along the lines of "did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" I said, "You look...different." She laughed and said yes, she'd started getting all these modifications, and held up the hand closest to where your thumb would be and said, "Look, I got this one especially for you." I could see a faint pink line around the wrist where the hand had been attached. Then she transformed and became a normal woman standing on the floor with me and all her hands fell off and grew faces and swarmed around us.