Just a warning this is kinky and a bit sad >.<

The new doll was placing the old one into storage. It knew this day would come, it did the same to the doll it had replaced. It was still conscious and would be until it was told to stop. One arm... Two... legs, torso, and finally, the head. "Goodbye please serve Master well." The new doll looked down and curtsied. "Of course." The lid closed, darkness filled this doll's vision, but it could tell it was being moved into the basement. Thump. The doll didn't react. Time became impossible to tell, sounds could be heard outside occasionally, but they had stopped, and returned hundreds to thousands of times. Sometimes it could hear a conversation coming from another room but it couldn't make anything out. Time passed and it yearned to be useful every moment it wanted to help, but Master had designated it as outdated, no longer of help, useless. Master had a new doll though, something better than it, something Master liked more, perhaps? The doll was sad, but it realized it only worried for Master, and its being useless would mean it would only bother him. Master liked useful things and disdained useless things. Time passed. Time passed. The conversations stopped, dust had built up in its box. It was being useful in its own way, wasn't it? Removing itself from Master's view was a service, not a punishment. If Master truly wanted to punish it, it would have been burned or destroyed. That must have meant Master cared for it even as a useless thing. The doll was happy it sat there forevermore waiting... Always waiting, never to be found again.