LABUBU: THE WHISPERING DOLL
The gift
It began as an innocent gift.
Mira was an avid collector of designer toys—especially from the POP MART series. Her shelves were lined with colorful characters, big-eyed figurines, and rare exclusives she hunted through online marketplaces. But one figure always eluded her: Labubu, The Mischievous Elf—specifically, the Forest Guardian edition, a rare release with glimmering eyes and an eerie, knowing smile.
On her 29th birthday, Mira’s boyfriend, Anuj, surprised her with a small box wrapped in emerald-green paper.
“I found it on a collector’s forum,” he said proudly. “Limited edition. The seller was… odd, but legit. Said it was ‘one of a kind.’”
Mira’s heart skipped a beat. She tore the paper away and froze.
There it was—Labubu. But it wasn’t quite the same as the one she’d seen online.
The eyes weren’t glassy plastic, but something deeper—like polished stone, with the faintest shimmer that caught the light at odd angles. The grin was slightly wider. Not cute. Not mischievous.
Mira’s Heart .
Mira was not convinced with the gift Anuj gave, but still she convinced herself it was just a variant or a custom mode. “It’s amazing,” she said, though her voice trembled.
That night, she placed Labubu on the top shelf of her cabinet, centre stage. It watched over the others with its unsettling, toothy grin.
The whispers
The first night, everything went fine, only Mira slept with little disappointment because her expectation from Anuj was more than she got in her birthday gift.
After few days Mira started having dreams about forest -Dark forest, endless trees. Twisted branches. Mira roaming in the forest without having any clue. She went from one corner to get out of that forest but at the end she ends up at the same point from where she started, this made Mira helpless and she woke up in fear every time she dreamt about that forest. Mira was so scared that she stopped sleeping at night. But how many days it was possible for Mira to stay awake, Anuj also started worrying about her because Mira behaved strange with him as well.
In his concern he took a step which gave a drastic change in Mira’s life. Anuj gave her the medication after consulting the doctor. He gave her the sleeping pills without letting her know about it. He gave her wine to get ease on the sourness of the medicine. Late night Mira tried her best, she struggled with herself but she was not able to do so. As she went asleep, she found herself in the forest at the same place surrounded with the trees without any way to escape. Mira stood blank as she heard a sound of a laughter—high-pitched and distant, echoing between the trunks.
At the base of a dead oak, she saw Labubu, larger than life, crouched and whispering to a mound of dirt. As she stepped closer, she saw fingers, pale and limp, sticking out of the soil.
She woke up gasping in-spite of heavy medications. But she slept later that night and no dream came, so she had a peaceful sleep due to Anuj’s help which he did without letting here know about. But every night after, the dream returned. The forest. The whispers. The Labubu. Each morning, Mira woke up with scratches across her arms, tiny bite marks too small to belong to any human.
Mira was so restless because of that dream that after sometime she started hallucinating the things in the real life. Mira became used to all the situations she was going through. Anuj who was living separately till now started living with Mira as the doctor suggested to do so. It was difficult for Anuj to be there as he was broken from inside after looking at Mira’s condition. He wanted to help Mira but he was clueless about the situations. Till now everything was only in Mira’s mind, only visualisations.
Then came real whispers
Soft at first—barely noticeable. But unmistakable.
From the cabinet.
Mira stood in the dark at 3 a.m., staring at her collection. Everything was still. But then a sound came—
“Play with me.”
A voice. Barely audible. High, childlike, and cruel.
Cracks
Anuj began noticing changes in Mira. Every morning when he woke up Mira was found sitting in front of the cabinet of her doll collection. She looked exhausted. Her hands trembled. She became withdrawn, obsessed with keeping the Labubu doll in a specific spot—measuring its position every morning.
One day, Mira called Anuj in tears.
“I moved it… just slightly,” she whispered. “And when I turned around, it was back.”
Anuj didn’t believe in curses or haunted toys, but when he picked up the doll to inspect it, something odd happened.
The moment he touched it, he heard something faint—like a breath against his ear: “You’re not mine.”
Startled, he dropped it. Mira screamed.
“Don’t anger it!”, Mira shouted in fear.
She shoved him away and gently placed Labubu back, stroking its head like a pet.
“I think it… protects me now,” she said with a shiver. “From them in the woods.”
Anuj tried to intervene—called a therapist but no use, took her to see a priest. But nothing helped.
Labubu always came back.
The Forest Calls
One evening Anuj had some urgent meeting to attend, and for that he has to go out of station for two days. He didn’t wanted to go but as it was urgent for him to go Mira compelled him to go. That night was the last night when Mira was seen in the house. The next morning, Mira vanished.
Her apartment was untouched—no signs of struggle. But every one of her toys had been swept off the shelves… except Labubu. It sat in the center of the room, facing the door.
Waiting for someone to come
When Anuj came back, he was blank to know that Mira was not there she went missing from the days he went out. After a while he found her diary under her pillow. The last few entries were almost illegible, scratched in trembling handwriting:
The trees are inside me.
They come through the cracks in the wall when I sleep.
Labubu says I’ll be safe once I give in.
Tonight, I’ll follow him. Into the roots.
Police marked her as a missing person. But Anuj couldn’t let it go.
He kept the doll.
Possession
Months passed. Anuj became reclusive. He claimed to see Mira in mirrors, always standing behind him, weeping. The doll moved on its own—he swore it would vanish from its glass case and reappear in the hallway.
Then came the scratching.
From inside the walls.
From beneath the bed.
From inside the closet.
When he tried to destroy the doll, the lights would flicker, the air would thicken, and once—he blacked out for hours. Woke up in the woods behind his house, barefoot and shivering, the doll cradled in his arms.
A note carved into the bark of a tree above him:
“You’re mine now.“
Epilogue
The Labubu doll was found years later in an abandoned cabin deep in the forest outside Vinter Hollow. No one knew how it got there. The place had been empty for decades.
The Labubu doll was pristine.
Still smiling.
New user
A new collector found it, cleaned it, and brought it home.
She posted a photo online, captioned:
“Look what I found! Isn’t it cute?”
The first comment read:
“Don’t let it whisper to you.”
Then her account went dark. The stunned user was in Dark after that, no one never found her again as it happened to Mira
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