In my eyes, all doll faces were creepy. Especially the ones with the moving eyeballs.
I'd look at a doll with the most angelic face:
|She doesn't look "stabby".|
|He could take me in a fight.|
Eventually, I managed to find a snuggling alternative; I'd use pillows instead. There are no eyes to stare at you, no hands with which to stab you in your sleep.
And I'm still alive.