Thiccy Viccy

Picture of the doll from the NTSA production

Thiccy Viccy is a doll that was owned by Jacqueline O'Brien.

## Biography

When she was alive, Viccy worked at a Yam Salve store and owned a cat whom she loved. Yam Salve was her favorite thing in the world that she had known.

Unfortunately Viccy died when a unicycle crashed and caught fire. After her death, Viccy was brought back as a doll, owned by Jackie.

Jackie was a precocious teenager and well immersed in the exciting Voodoopunk subculture. She was at the center of the ritual scene and one of the first to try out new ceremonies and possessions.

She would often bring her doll, a doll named Vicky.

“Thiccy Viccy” as the doll was nicknamed was enormously popular and Jackie brought her to all the rituals and Vicky was a fixture at the coffeeshop the Vooodoopunks congregated at, the coffee shop known as the Maniken.

One day Jackie started hanging out with another girl named Dorothy. The two were inseparable.

Eventually Jackie moved in with Dorothy and the the two would throw lavish parties every weekend. Vicky also went to live in Dorothy’s mansion.

At the mansion, during the parties, the other guests would often bring their dolls. All the dolls would be put together i the corner of the sitting room and would spend the party sitting their in various frozen positions, facing each other.

Sometimes one could hear songs from the radio play from the dolls. A snippet of one, then another doll would play a snippet of another. Thiccy Viccy often played smoky, crooner songs, like Black Coffee.

One day, there was a great bonfire in the center of the city, and after that, everything changed.

Six months later they came.

They burst in without warning. Jackie was away. The police found Dorothy with Thiccy Viccy. They demanded to know whose doll she belonged to. Dorothy knew what would happen to Jackie if they were to find out it was Jackie’s doll, so Dorothy said Vicky was hers.

They took them both. Jackie never saw Thiccy Viccy again. She did, however, see Dorothy again, once, many years later.

Thiccy Viccy was tossed in a dark, cement basement with the other confiscated dolls. They had been handled roughly and were in various states of disrepair. They were placed there to await their destruction. Her radio could still broadcast a little bit, although the songs were bathed in static.

The dolls spent the night playing each other broken, staticky snippets of songs as they attempted to communicate both their misery and their hope of finally being destroyed. Some of the dolls had grown to love their human keepers and had witnessed their death or capture. As they lay for days in the cold, dusty dark, their songs grew sadder until at last they just broadcast static to each other. There was no light in that dark room, just the sound of static in the darkness.

Finally, one day, after unknown length of time laying in a large heap in the darkness, the door opened. It was some men charged with taking to dolls out one by one and throwing them onto a fire. The men stared at the pile and began to complain about the amount of effort it would take to remove all the dolls, and for what? Just to destroy them? They came up with a better idea.

They went away for a bit, then came back with a large container of gasoline. They poured it all over the pile of dolls and when the pile was sufficiently drenched, they lit a match and threw it in the room.

The burning took some time. But, as Vicky burnt and melted, her lilac paint running off of her, her wooden exterior engulfed in flames, her brass inwards melting into liquid, one would almost swear that her melting face, for just a second, looked like it was smiling. And as her utter annihilation came upon her, there was a moment of happiness.

## Trivia

* Thiccy Viccy was the nickname of one of the puppets used in the NTSA production of The Dolls of New Albion, and Paul Shapera wrote the character into canon.
* At The New Albion Cabaret, one of the songs performed was "The Ballad of Thiccy Viccy"