Mrs. Lowe’s daughter and one of the first to try out the Ballbie interactive toy
seemed to love it for the first year or so, would never take the Ballbies off, not even to sleep
Could always be heard talking to the seemingly sentient gloves in her room or at school
Was noted to have snuck out a few nights here and there, muttering incoherently as she staggered out the back screen door only to be bounding down the stairs next morning as if nothing had ever happened
A few months after the Ballbie officially launched she and her mother moved to Bloodbath for tax and business purposes
After a couple years, when the Ballbie was at it’s peak popularity, her personality began to rapidly drop off and pieces of her skin would rip easily
Mrs. Lowe diligently stitched up any torn pieces of her daughter’s now paperlike skin and continued as normal, ignoring obvious signs of mental and physical decay
Whenever asked a question at this point would stare blankly, although one or the other of the Ballbies would pipe up to answer as “preprogrammed”
Would often sit in the middle of her room doing absolutely nothing but her arms attached to the Ballbies would still move about as they held conversations in raspy unintelligible whispers
When it became clear that she was effectively brain dead, Lowe eventually hid her away in the attic
Even still though, from up there could be heard the mechanical voices of the Ballbies, continuing their chatter
Her mother has since moved away but she remains up there alone, the house vacant for many years
March 26, 2022