This is my Volks Dollfie Dream Sister Mayu that I won in an auction off ebay. She... came with the eyes.

She sees everything. Simultaneously. And she is judging all of it.

She arrived in the darkness, alone and forlorn in the snow, and we were only alerted to her presence when the neighbor ominously called to let us know that there was something in the driveway. Her vessel was an empty Wreck It Ralph box covered in clear packing tape, and sequestered within lie she: bound to the cardboard by three different ribbons in a pose reminiscent of crucifixion, she was a vision in naught but a terry-cloth bathrobe- and though I knew what lay within that misbranded chamber, I carried her dutifully into my home nonetheless, out of the snow and into the warmth where she could recover from the ordeal of her journey.

In the process of that recovery I learned many things, many things great and terrible that I'd just as soon like to forget. I learned that her hands are permanently frozen into fists, no doubt due to the force it takes to control the amount of rage contained within her diminutive form. I learned that her eyes are reflective like a cat's, possessed of a manic sheen- and oh, those eyes! Fixed into a manic gaze by hot glue and scotch tape, I realized that her eyes are clearly the source of her power... and terrible though her visage may be, I knew at once that I need not tamper with perfection.

She is already as she was always meant to be: and thus, I must simply accept the hand (or fist) that I have been dealt.

Though I gave it my all, I've found it impossible to capture the true depth of madness contained in those terrible eyes. Mere photography will never be enough, I fear, to convey the terrible chaos swirling in the depths of those eyes. I've found it similarly futile to try and inhibit her scheming ways; I know that even now, she is planning for some great and terrible future incomprehensible to mortal man. I can only placate her for now, dear friends, in hopes that I can prolong her terrible plans coming to fruition.

Should I ever go silent in this vigil, know that it is too late to stop her now.

As a being of pure chaos fond only of human suffering and discord, Eris has developed a strong fondness for watching bad reality TV. She seems curious about humanity, and sometimes I can get away with the odd documentary or two as well! She doesn't enjoy being dressed up, exactly, but resents much more being put in clothes that are beneath her- and so as long as the clothes are satisfactory, she will permit the occasional outfit change.

(Her current outfit isn't up to snuff, but rule of cute prevails...)

Extravagant things no one has time to actually wear in public.

Binge-watching Jerry Springer, Scheming, Plotting, trying to uncurl her hands.