Summary: A simple story about a trio of possessed dolls that target children.
Harmony. Melody. Symphony. A trio of porcelain dolls for little girls. Despite parents' concerns about potential accidents due to the dolls' fragility, the “Musical Sisters” are selling well. Harmony ‘Harmy’ is a blonde doll with a pink dress. Melody ‘Mely’ is a brunette doll with a blue dress. Symphony ‘Phy’ is a red-haired doll wearing a green dress.
Of course, not all children treat their dolls with care. Tons of broken Harmony, Melody and Symphony dolls end up in the dump. Among these broken dolls, one Harmony wakes up screaming.
She remembers. When she was alive. She was a little girl. She was beaten and then killed. Harmony's heart is filled with rage and hatred when she sees the other dolls. How can these kids treat them like this? Harmony has only one thing on her mind. Revenge. With violence.
As the doll tries to move among the bodies of her fellow dolls, one Melody and one Symphony cry out.
“You're awake,” Harmony said with a smile.
“I remember a shadow... and pain,” Symphony replied. “He or she killed me.”
“That's awful! I was murdered!” said Melody.
“What do we do now?” asked Symphony.
“Simple. We seek revenge,” said Harmony.
“Against the people who killed us?” asked Melody.
“No, against these children who deserve our hatred!”
Harmony's response leaves the other two dolls speechless. Melody and Symphony have hatred inside them but to go so far as to kill children...
“Come on,” said Harmony. “We have to get out of this sordid place.”
The three dolls leave the dump. Then they split up on Harmony's orders. Although Melody and Symphony are free to move as they please, they feel compelled to target children as Harmony wants them to.
And so a series of murders takes place. The victims are all children and no one suspects that the trio of dolls is responsible.
“Hey, Phy!” said Melody when she saw Symphony. “How are you?”
'I’m very good, Mely. My first victim was the hardest but now I'm used to killing. Besides, those kids are real monsters!'
“You're right. The girl I killed yesterday was ripping the heads off all her dolls.”
“How horrible!”
When they meet Harmony since the dump, Melody and Symphony don't recognize her. Her hands are covered in red, her face seems frozen in anger, her dress is in tatters. Hatred has consumed her.
“Good evening,” she said in an icy tone.
“G-Good evening,” said Melody.
“Harmy,” said Symphony.
“DON'T CALL ME THAT!” Harmony yelled.
“Sorry.”
“I hate these stupid nicknames these kids give us! So how's your carnage going?”
Melody and Symphony give her an honest answer. Good carnage and they killed more than a dozen children. That makes Harmony laugh.
“Excellent! Let's keep it up and the world will be terrified of us!”