Hello Dollface: Introducing The Mooqla Girls. Dolls For The Sociopath In Your Life

Every once in a while, the internet will fling something directly into our eyes that makes us scream, “What in the hot hell?!” Meet the Mooqla Girls, a series of dolls that apparently crafted from the rectal tissue of hairless chihuahuas who will haunt your dreams for the remainder of your life. They attend a boarding school together and are described on the dolls’ website either through letters or calls home from fellow classmates, or through psychiatric reports. Let’s find out how they’re made:

It all starts with an image. It can be of a real girl you meet in the street, or the one you glimpse in a magazine, or the one you see in a movie. Or it can be not a girl but a piece of cloth, say, which immediately turns into a dress which goes so well with flaxen curls, green eyes and a smile of this kind.

Yes. You can create a doll in the likeness of a pretty stranger whose face you would like to wear as a mask. Hey! You know what would be fun? To meet the girls! As if they were actual people! And not horrifying, unblinking trolls who hunger for flesh! Hi Tanya:

Well, I used to date Tanya last spring, just before she was sent off to Millwer. We even kissed several times, but she wouldn’t let it get any further, although she does act rather provokingly. They say she is a virgin, but I personally doubt it, considering the length of her skirt. She does like stuffed toys, gaming consoles and fast food, doesn’t eat meat though; she says it makes her sick. Come to think of it, she is always sick. She doesn’t read books, watches only cartoons and collects firearms… Her girlfriend Elena once told me that Tanya caught a baby bird and lopped its head off with cuticle scissors.

That is terrifying. If only because it seems unnatural to stumble upon a doll version of one’s self. Weep. Snip. What about Julia? She seems alright. Right?:

— Hey you beast!
— Hey honey! How’s it going?
— Are you driving?
— What?
— Shut the window! I can’t hear you!
— That better?
— Much better!
— Did you like the horses?
— Everyone went fucking crazy when they brought them here.
— What did you say?
— I said everybody went crazy here, daddy!
— Are you treated badly?
— Come on…
— Do you have friends?
— Just one.
— Is she pretty?
— Dad!
— I’m kidding!
— Joked with Veronica once.
— Oh, shut up!
— Ha—ha!
— What is her name?
— Julia.
— And how’s she?
— She is crazy about uniforms
— Hmmm… I like it!
— I can’t talk to you!

We’re going to gently rock ourselves in a corner now… Oh, but look! There’s a (presumably) Latina one, too! Meet Maria:

— Do you know how to make it?
— No idea. Some sort of special paper, I guess, and disappearing ink does exist.
— But not paper that lights up on its own?
— Was there anything else on the table?
— No. Just the paper. She pulled out a page from a notebook and set it on fire.
— There was a movie like that once…
— Which?
— There was one where a girl set fire to everything.
— That’s just like this girl.
— That was just a movie.
— Yeah. But this is not a movie.
— No doubt, though. That girl is very strange….
— Did you see what she did to that flower by the window?
— You mean those one, she?s sitting near?
— Yeah…
— Anything is possible…
— And a horse? — And the horse?
— She just got sick out of nowhere.
— Exactly her horse!
— Yes! That one exactly!
— Well, come on. From what you’ve said we should all be dead already.
— He—he…It?s not over yet.
— Well, I’ve said next to her a bunch of times in the library and I’m okay.
— Her parents are dead, too.
— You just want to believe your own stories and you’re looking for proof.
— I’m not looking for anything. It’s just obvious.
— So why did she set the paper on fire in front of you?
— She didn’t do it in front of me. I saw it on accident.
— Are you spying on her?
— No way!
— If you don’t want to believe me, it’s your choice.
— No, I do believe.
— All right…I’m going to sleep.
— Okay…I should finish what I was doing…
— By the way, do you remember the girl who jumped out the window last year?
— Polanski?
— Well, guess who her neighbor was?
— ……………
— Good night!

Good night indeed. Cindy, guess what you’re getting for your birthday!

Girls [Mooqla]