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Drocell Keinz/Reader one-shot - Master of Mine

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So this was it. You peered up at the old painted wooden sign of the shop that held a vast collection of various dolls inside. You didn't know anything about the old run down shop except the fact that you now held the keys to it. Your parents had been the one buy the quaint little shop for your birthday. They knew how much you loved dolls and decided it would be a good idea to buy you your own doll house. This wasn't exactly what you were expecting and quite frankly it wasn't exactly something you even wanted. Your parents just happened to be very wealthy people who have more money than they knew what to do with. Buying you a store filled with antique dolls was the best they could come up with for a birthday present. 'They could have just bought me a doll, not an entire store filled with them.' You think to yourself as you shake your head and walk over towards the entrance's door.

Fumbling to get out your silver keys that opened the doors, you put them into the lock and unlock the door. This would be your first time setting foot into the place. You decided since you had the shop in your possession you might as well do something with it rather than leaving it to rot. Reaching out and grasping the door handle, you open the very creaky door open slowly and are greeted with a dark ominous room. You step inside and close the door behind you. You now stood in complete darkness which was scary to be alone in, especially in a shop that has been left untouched for a very long time. You carefully walk over to a candlestick you see in the distance on the cashier counter. Each step you took made a loud creaking noise on the wooden boards below which send shivers down your spine. You could feel the lifeless eyes of the dolls all staring you down as you walked across the room and over to the candlestick that you lit with a match that was right next to it. The room ever so slightly was lit up by the lone candlestick that you took into your hands.

You turn from the counter and begin looking around the brighten room that was lit up just enough for you to see. There in every direction was a doll, each and everyone very different from the other but all of them were absolutely beautiful. You could tell whoever made these dolls took an extreme amount of care of them. It was a wonder to you why someone who would make such incredible dolls would just so happen to abandon this shop and all the dolls left behind without anyone to care over them. 'Maybe, the doll maker died?' You pondered to yourself as you placed the candlestick aside to examine a particular doll that had long curly brown hair and big doe like blue eyes. You traced your fingertips over the doll's porcelain face and felt the smoothness of it. "I wonder who made these?" You say aloud and back away from the doll to study the others out of curiosity. You take a minute to look at each and every doll in the main room before sighing to yourself and putting your hands on your hips as you scanned the room with your (e/c) eyes. "This place is going to take a lot of work to get into shape. It's so dusty in here and there are cobwebs everywhere!" Shaking your head at the mess, you glance over at the stairs that led up to somewhere else in the shop. 'I wonder where that goes?' You wonder to yourself.

Taking the candlestick back into your hand, you begin proceeding up the stairs. The room upstairs appeared to be much like a workplace as it had unfinished dolls and supplies everywhere. In the corner of the room, you even noticed a small single bed that was probably used by the last owner of this shop. Curious again, you go over to study every little thing in the workshop in childlike wonder. 'I wonder if I could make a doll? Maybe, I could actually restart up this business again.' You think with a smile working up on your (pink/red) lips. Running your hand along the workshop table, you frown as it is coated with about an inch of pure dust. "This place needs a good cleaning." You say and then pause once you notice a box sitting on a table next to the bed. You step over in front of it and tilt your head as you stare down at it. "Is this a music box?" Extending your hand out, you open the latch of the music box that opens to show a little victorian doll figurine spinning around in a circle while the song "London Bridge' chimed its melody.

"How cute!" You exclaim and smile brightly. "I wonder if the doll maker made this too? I sure wonder what happened to him?" Deciding to leave the box open for the song to keep playing. You go through a bit more of the things in the room. Not finding anything else of interest except a strange box filled with wheat. "That's odd." You thought before gasping when suddenly the candlestick's flame snuffed out. You were left in a dark room where you could barely see around you. "How did that happen?" You try to carefully make your way back of to the candlestick but are taken back when a window in the room suddenly burst open and wind came billowing in, making the tattered curtains flap harshly. You shudder from the chill of the air and the eeriness of it and start heading over to close the window that produced just enough light for you to see where you were going.

You grab onto the window and pull it shut so the shudders would stop banging against the walls. When you close them back, you dust your hands off and then feel suddenly like you were being watched. Feeling nervous, you wondered if the place was haunted, it sure had that feeling to it. 'What if the doll maker really did die and now haunts his shop for the rest of eternity!?' Your eyes widen at your own thoughts and instantly you feel very paranoid. Your eyes scan around the room until landing on something that you hadn't noticed in the dark corner of the room by the window. You squint your eyes and try to see through the darkness, it almost looked like a silhouette of a full sized body that was slumped against the corner's walls. You shudder and wish you had your candlestick lit up but the matches were still downstairs. Feeling brave enough to step over, you very slowly proceed forwards towards the corner while holding your hands up against yourself in fright of what you might see.

Your eyes were adjusting more to the darkness and when you got close enough, you almost screamed when you saw a body of a man slumped down with parts of his limbs torn off and lying in a bunch of wheat that stuck out of the body's insides. "Bloody hell! What is that!? Is that a dead body!?" You almost scream as you stare horrified at the body. The head of the man was slumped down so you couldn't see his face. You were too busy staring at the missing limbs and the wheat to really care what the man's face looked like. You went running for your candlestick and sped down back stairs as fast as possible. You hid behind the counter and grabbed a match and relit up your candlestick. Crouching behind the counter, you are slightly shaking from fear of what you just saw. "What was that!? That couldn't have been a dead body. It just couldn't. It would be decomposed by now if it was the doll maker! It couldn't have been someone else though, this place hasn't been touched in years. M-m-maybe it was a doll? A life size doll… filled with wheat? That would explain the box I found." You reasoned with yourself. Still breathing heavily, you try to catch your breath and stand back up and peek over the corner. Nothing was there except what was supposed to be there. Taking one deep breath, you force yourself to go back towards the stairs and up them to go look back at what you had saw.

Reaching the top of the steps, your eyes immediately go back to look at the corner. The body was still in its place to much of your relief, not like you expected it to stand up and walk off. Gulping, you make your way back over to the body with your candlestick in hand. Now you could see the body much better, there was not one single trace of blood or other bodily fluids. It was just a bunch of wheat tossed everywhere. It was then you deemed the body to just be a life sized doll that had not been finished or was destroyed by something. You crouch down to its level and stare at it for the longest of times before very cautiously reaching out with your free hand to grab the black top hat that had feathers sticking out of it. Right when your fingertips brushed up against the brim of the top hat, the head of the body suddenly snaps up and stares with wide purple eyes straight at you. You scream at the top of your lungs and back up while accidentally tripping and falling down on your behind, thankfully being able to save the candlestick before it hit the ground or went out. You stare in horror at the face that was now staring at you with a blank expression. It didn't move nor did it blink, it just stared.

You were speechless as what to say, you were thinking a trillion thoughts in your mind at what had just happened. It still couldn't have been a body but a doll can't move on its own! Was the doll haunted? You didn't know if you believed in ghosts but now you were unsure. The doll said nothing and just stared at you for as long as you stared at it. It didn't make any movement after that but its eyes remained on you. Seeing as it was not going to harm you, you pick yourself back up and dumbly go back in for more. "What are you?" You wonder out loud as you crouch back in front of the life sized doll. You examined it and its unique violet eyes were piercing through your soul. They were so hollow and lifeless but out of all the dolls they felt the most realistic. "A life sized doll made out of wheat… Strange. Maybe, I could fix you up? It looks like you're in need of repair. I don't know if you were incomplete or destroyed but you seem easy enough to fix up. You can be my first doll…" You smile at the doll and stand back up. "First let me light up this place. Its still so dark and it looks like I'm staying here the night so… I'll be right back." You say to the doll before turning away and going to go light up the rest of the workshop. The eyes of the doll watch you the entire time you walk away.

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Retrieving the box of wheat and sewing supplies you found sprawled out with the rest of the workshop's equipment, you go back to the doll and lay the things next to him. "Alright then! Let's get to work!" You grab the doll's right arm that had been torn away and begin stuffing with some more wheat before going to carefully sew it back onto the body. You weren't an expert with a needle and thread but you were skillful enough to know how to do the basics, which was enough to fix this doll up. You sit there for literally hours sewing each and every limb back onto the body of the doll. You hum the 'London Bridge is Falling Down' song as you work. It felt a bit unnerving to work on this doll because of the eyes that were beautiful but at the same time they made you feel heavily like you were being scrutinized from head to toe.

You hold the needle in your mouth and tear off a thread with your teeth, before finishing up the last limb that needed attaching. "You got all your limbs back! Now you can walk and actually grab things again!" You laugh and wipe your forehead of any perspiration with the back of your hand. Sitting in front of him and admiring your handiwork, you nod your head and study him carefully. You hadn't really taken a good look at his face even though it had been staring at you this entire time, that or what he was wearing. The doll had short light orange hair with those hollow violet eyes that were outlined with eyeliner and blue and pink eyeshadow. On his right cheek there was a painted blue fleur-de-lis symbol. The doll's attire consisted of a blue tailcoat, gold piping and a red ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and a black top hat decorated with a red ribbon and two black feathers, short black pants, white gloves, knee high black-white striped socks, and finally black boots with golden buttons. All in all, for a life-sized doll he was extremely handsome. You blushed at the thought of thinking of him as an actual person looking the way he did. He would be a very good-looking person, indeed.

'Stop thinking like that, (Y/n)! It's creepy! He's a doll!' You chided yourself down in your mind. Propping the doll into a sitting position so he wasn't so slumped over. You smile warmly at the doll you had fixed up. You reached out an redid the tie on his bow before adjusting his hat and then stood up. "A job well done. My first doll is a master piece! Now if only I could actually make other dolls and get a profit going on. I will be a world known famous doll maker of London!" You exclaim with childlike glee. Giggling to yourself, you feel tired from all your work on the doll. You believed it was time to call it quits and get some rest. Going to put on your (color) dress pajamas and blowing out the candlestick's light. You go to lay in the bed that had been left over and fall right to sleep in a matter of minutes.

That morning you wake up and feel paranoid again for some reason. Opening your eyes, you glance around the room and see nothing out of place. The light was shining through the windows and lighting the place up considerably. The only one mishap was the fact that the life-sized doll was nowhere to be seen. Your (e/c) eyes grew in size and you gasp and run over to see nothing there. "W-w-what!? It was right here! I didn't move it!" Feeling nothing but fear grip onto your heart, your eyes frantically scan around the room but you see no trace of the doll. "H-How!?" You shudder and swear you smelt the fragrance of something that actually smelled good, like some kind of breakfast food. You follow the scent downstairs and go through another door that you didn't bother to go in before and found a little kitchen. It wasn't at all alarming to see that the place had a kitchen but it was alarming to see the doll standing in front of you with a tray filled with breakfast foods.

You scream and run away and slam the kitchen door shut as you ran over back behind the counter in your hiding place. You quivered behind there and very fearfully peek over the counter's top just to see if the doll was there. The kitchen door opened and the doll walked out and closed the door behind him. He held a facade of emotionlessness as he looked over towards the counter in your direction.

"And so I thought to myself… Why is master hiding from me?"

You yelp like a scared puppy and cower as you lower your head and wish you'd wake up from this nightmare. The doll stands there and tilts his head ever so slowly to the side. You couldn't stop shaking and you were too afraid to look over the counter and back at the doll that you knew was still standing there and very much alive! "G-go away!" You pathetically say to the doll.

The doll glances down at the silver tray in his hands and then back up, "I shall milady if you wish but I am afraid your food will get cold if you do not attend to it." He said in a voice that was really lacking much emotion. You furrow your brows at his words and finally peek over the counter at him. He was just standing there awkwardly holding a platter of breakfast food that apparently was for you. "You do need to eat, Milady. It is not good for you to miss a meal." He continued to say. You finally stand up behind the counter, feeling less fearful of him now that he was offering you breakfast and didn't appear like he was out to harm you.

"How are you alive? You're a doll! J-just who are you?" You blurted out, in which he stared back at you with unblinking eyes and a face lacking one single hint of emotion.

The doll sets the platter down to the side and steps forward nearing you, which makes you on edge. He gets down onto one knee and bows his head to you respectfully, "My name is Drocell Keinz. I am alive because of your kindness towards me. I am but just a mere doll and cannot show my gratitude properly but know that I extend it out to you. May I know your name, Milady?" Drocell asked, as he reached out and grabbed onto your hand. You were about to fearfully slap him away but you were shocked when he went to softly kiss your knuckles for a lingering amount of time before backing away and looking up at you with those eyes that reminded you of amethyst jewels.

You stared down at him in shock before replying shyly back, "M-my name is (Y/n) (L/n)… I didn't know you could come to life. Y-You're not going to hurt me right?" You ask warily.

Drocell tilts his head again like a confused puppy dog. "I would never lay a hand on my master."

"M-master?" You repeated unsurely. He nodded his head with slightly jerky movements as if machinery inside him was forcing his head to bob up and down.

"Indeed." He replied and finally stood back up to his full height, "Now if you would please eat your meal. I wouldn't want (Y/n) to get ill. You're life is much more fragile than my own. You must eat." Drocell walked back over to the silver platter and took it into his hands and gestured for you to sit down at the cashier counter. You weren't too sure if you could trust him, what if he tried to poison you? You hoped that wasn't the case as you went to go sit on the stool. Drocell set the platter down in front of you and with a swift movement he unveiled the delicacies that were on the plates. Bacon, eggs, hash-browns, apple juice, and sweet flaky strawberry pastries decorated the plates, all for your dining pleasure. Your eyes widen and you look at Drocell and then at the full breakfast in awe.

"You did this for me!?"

He nodded again and smiled softly, "It is for, my lady. I hope you enjoy it. I don't eat food but I know how to make it for my master." He explained to you as you kept looking back and forth between him and the food.

"Why do you keep calling me your master?" You ask while taking a fork and digging into the breakfast spread that was all for you to eat.

"Because you are the one to save me. I have no other master, not anymore. Only you." He said while you were chewing on a strawberry pastry that was absolutely divine! Who knew a doll could cook so well?

"Ah, I see… Well, thank you for making this for me."

"You do not need to thank me. It is only expected of me to care for my master." Drocell replied with a light smile back at you. His smile was so plain yet it made your insides do flips. It was just like you fantasied about him being a real person… or well, he was at least sort of real being a doll and all.

You frowned and shook your head, "You didn't have to do this… But anyways, did you have a master before me? Was it the doll maker who owned this shop?" You asked him curiously as you continued to eat. He stared at you and shook his head.

"I did have a master but my old master is gone. Now I have you. The owner of this shop was me… I created these dolls. Aren't they lovely?" He asked as he went over to admire his own work. You almost choked on your piece of bacon as you stared at him wide eyed. He was the one to create all those dolls that were so lifelike it was almost creepy!?

"You made all of these by yourself!?"

"Yes, every single one."

"You must have put a lot of effort into these dolls! They're all so lifelike and extraordinary! You must teach me how to make a doll! You were my first, after all… I did kind want to restart up the business you had going on here. You see, once you were, well, in your condition the place had been left unkept for years. My parents were the ones to buy this shop since they know I like dolls. It was my (your age) birthday present." You tell him and set your fork to the side once you are full enough from your delicious breakfast.

Drocell adjusted a white and pink lolita-styled dress on a doll before looking back at you and smiling. "I'm happy to hear you take interest in dolls. Dolls are my life and now so are you. You are my life, (Y/n). I will gladly show you how to make dolls and if you want to reinstate the business, I will help in anyway I can."

You smile at him and find yourself to really like Drocell. At first, you weren't too sure of him but you were finding that he was quite interesting and very civil towards you. You weren't sure if he was just doing this because he considered you his new master but either way you could get used to this. Living with Drocell in this doll shop and making dolls for a living alongside him sounded actually like a life you could enjoy living. Maybe, you could change the name of the store to "Drocell and (Y/n)'s Dollhouse", you'd have to run that by Drocell. You were fantasizing your life as a doll maker already and it was exciting!

"Great! Then you and I could work together. I can be your apprentice and we can turn this shop into something wonderful! Oh, now I'm kinda excited!" You exclaim and jump off the stool you were on and go to get the dishes so you could clean them but Drocell stops you before you can take them.

"Please, I will take care of it. As for the apprenticeship, I will teach you everything I know." He agreed and then went to take the silver platter and walk away back to the kitchen to do the dishes. You watched him walk away and feel guilty making him do your bidding like some kind of slave. You might be his master but you didn't want to feel like you were dictating his life. You just weren't that kinda person. Glancing around at the dolls around you, you decide to head back upstairs to grab onto an unfinished doll to start working on. You get upstairs and sit down with a pretty doll that had long black hair done in a bun with large brown eyes. You sit there and suddenly feel absolutely clueless as where to begin. Perhaps, you needed Drocell more than you first had thought. Sitting there you decide to mess around with the doll and attempt to beautify it with your own personal touches with the art supplies that was there. Hopefully, Drocell would like what you were doing and not think you just ruined one of his precious dolls.

You continue to work for a about fifteen minutes until Drocell comes walking back up the stairway. "And so I thought to myself, what is (Y/n) doing with Anastasia?" Drocell said in that strange way that confused you a bit. You turned to look at Drocell and made a big smile towards him.

"Come here, Drocell! Look at what I have done so far… What do you think? Did I ruin her?" Your confidence dies down as Drocell steps over and stares blankly at the doll he called Anastasia. His expressionlessness would drive you mad as he was absolutely unreadable in every way. He went over behind you and leaned up against your back to grab Anastasia to look at her better. You blushed deeply from his close contact and curse yourself in your mind for thinking like that again. He examines the doll and a smile twitches on his lips.

"Beautiful."

"Y-you think so?"

He keeps looking at the doll up and down and studying her like a piece of artwork in an actual gallery. You feel nervous as he looks at her so intensely but hearing him call her beautiful made you feel a little better. Drocell finally looks back at you, his small plain smile never ceasing.

"I know so. I can tell you put your heart into your work, which is something I cannot do. It makes her special."

"I only touched up her makeup and face a little. I didn't do very much…" You stop talking when you realize you were fishing for compliments from Drocell. You just felt so good when he told you your work was nice. He went over and set Anastasia back in front of you and then gazed back at you.

"One mistake could ruin her completely but you made no such thing. She is almost perfect but not quite… I never can make the perfect doll. It is frustrating but I keep trying. One day I will make the perfect doll and it will be dedicated to you and only for you, Milady." Drocell said and turned to smile towards you. You felt your heart race again and you tried to ignore it by taking Anastasia into your hands so you could look at her, she looked so lifelike, it was surreal. Just how did he make them look so real? They looked like real little girls.

You brush your hand through the doll's silky black hair before looking back at Drocell and smiling back. "Thank you, Drocell. I hope to see you make the perfect doll one day. I'll do anything to help you reach that goal." You promise him which surprise him a bit. He looks slightly taken back which was an expression you hadn't seen on him until now.

"… Thank you, (Y/n)…" He says very quietly to the point it was almost a spoken whisper.

You still hear him and shake your head and giggle, "You're very welcome, Drocell. Together we'll make the perfect doll that London has never seen! It'll be just the two of us!"

Drocell tilts his head at this prospect and says slowly, almost trance like, "Yes… Together… Just the two of us…" He went silent after that and seemed to be contemplating something in his mind. He rather liked the concept of just being him and his master making the perfect doll together. It was his dream and no one ever, especially his master, promised to help him if he wanted it. It was always what the Master wanted not what Drocell wanted, but you were different. You seemed to care what Drocell wanted or if Drocell had an opinion, you seemed to respect it. It was… odd to him but he rather appreciated it. He never would have thought on how to keep living without his last master but now that he had you he was going to do whatever it took to keep you safe and sound.

You were Drocell's life now.

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Many months went by and Drocell was teaching you everything you needed to know about the craft of creating dolls. Of course, he hadn't shown you his actual way of luring in young girls and turning them into lifeless beings for him to make perfect little dolls. He didn't believe the time was right to confess to it and he didn't want to upset his master. He would tell you if you ever asked him directly as he would never lie to his master, but he found not speaking about it was much simpler than coming clean and just telling you. You might not be okay with his procedure but it was the only way for him to make his dolls as close to perfect as they would come. Although, they were never perfect, no… Drocell didn't believe any of his dolls neared perfection, but with your help he believed he would get perfect one day and then his life goal would be complete and he would be satisfied for life. Never would he ask for another thing in his life. All he wanted was a perfect doll, nothing else...

Except maybe, you…

Drocell was feeling strangely as of late. It has been almost a full year already as it was nearing the last day of the year. Drocell never felt a feeling like this… Most people would think he couldn't feel at all, which was right to a degree. Drocell felt nothing physically, no knife to his skin would ever hurt or a comforting hand to pat him on the back would ever comfort. He felt nothing, except he felt emotionally, he felt actually more than one would imagine a doll could feel emotions. As of late, he couldn't stop feeling emotions around you and there was this odd one that made him want to take you and turn you into a doll so he could keep you to himself for the rest of time and never have to worry about you ever leaving him alone or dying on him. That was the sad reality of the situation, eventually you would age and he would remain the same throughout time. He hated the thought and knew he couldn't turn his master into a doll even though turning you into a doll might be the only doll that would ever be perfect to him.

Oh yes, you would be such a perfect little doll. With your shining (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes sparkling like two expensive jewels. The way your perfect (s/c) skin always contrasted flawlessly with any color outfit you ever wore. Your height was perfect, your shape was perfect, just about everything about you to Drocell Keinz was perfect. Yes, he adored you, practically worshiped the ground you walked on. He would have you some way, some how, but he would not lay a hand on you, not to turn you into a doll or harm you. He promised that he wouldn't from day one and he kept his promises.

Drocell sat at the counter staring at a doll named Isabel in his hands. He was in such a daze all he could imagine was himself looking down at a doll that matched you to complete perfection. He narrowed his eyes at the doll in his hands and hated how it was not you. Its eyes were wrong, its shape was wrong, its hair was wrong, everything about it was a complete disgrace. His grip on the doll tighten and for once Drocell was tempted to throw the doll away from him but he didn't. He just kept glaring down at the defective doll that was not you. It wasn't until the door swung open and you come walking in with the snow wind wafting into the room as you close the door behind you.

"Burr, it sure is chilly out there! Oh, hi there Drocell! I just came back from the art store with the supplies you said we needed."

Drocell quickly looks up from glaring at the doll and his eyes soften when he sees you and your rosy red cheeks from the outside's frigid weather. You had a (color) scarf hung around your neck and gloves hiding those pretty slender hands of yours. "Hello, Milady. I told you I could've gotten the supplies instead but you insisted…"

"I know I did and I don't regret it! I had to get out of here for a while, anyways. Gets rid of the stir crazy! So whatcha working on?" You ask as you go over and place down the art supplies you had bought down onto the counter. Drocell frowns sadly and glances down at Isabel.

"Does being away make you happier?" Drocell asked which totally brought you off guard. You begin taking off your warm gloves as you shake your head quickly in defense.

"Oh, not at all! That's not what I meant about getting out. I just need to have some time outside so I don't feel cramped up inside here all the time. It has nothing to do with your company. Actually, I think I would have much preferred if you accompanied me to the art shop." You tell him which seems to make him calm down just a bit. He nods and then shows you Isabel in his hands.

"I'm trying to fix Isabel. She is far from perfect…" Drocell mutters the last part. You notice he seems a bit gloomy today which made you feel bad for him.

"Why? What's wrong with her?" You ask and go to take off your scarf and set it to the side.

He wanted to say 'because it's not you' but he knew he couldn't. "Just a few things…" He said rather blandly. You don't push any further as you accept his uninformative answer though part of you still left curious.

Drocell puts Isabel to the side and stares at you as you stare back at him. It was becoming quite awkward really fast as neither one of you had much to say or at least that is what you thought of Drocell. He didn't ever talk your ear off, sometimes he could be very quiet, especially when he was working. It was amazing how much concentration and focus he puts into one doll alone. "(Y/n)…" He spoke up softly after a few moments of staring back at one another.

"Yes? What is it Drocell?"

Drocell lowered his head and stared at Isabel's glass eyes. They didn't sparkle like yours did. Looking at her hair that was done in a braid. Her hair didn't have the shine like yours did. "Can I have a lock of your hair?"

Your eyes widen at such a strange request that was borderline creepy but you came to trust Drocell and knew his intentions weren't bad, or at least that is what you believed. "You want some of my hair?" You parroted back with a odd look at him. He looks back up at you and nods his head. "Why do you need my hair?" You ask him.

He ran his hand through Isabel's hair before gripping onto a fist full of it and suddenly tearing it out of the doll's scalp. You stare with shocked wide eyes at what Drocell has just done to the beautiful doll that he had been working on. He glanced at the hair in his fist and then back at you. Your heart was pattering inside your chest. Why had he done that? Drocell stood up from where he was and sat the doll with the bald spot down onto the counter where he had been sitting at. He tossed the doll's hair into a trash bin and then went over to grab a pair of scissors that were lying on a table nearby. You watch him carefully as he walks back up to you with the scissors in hand. "May I?" He asked as he gazed at your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You didn't really want to give up any of your hair and Drocell has yet to give you a reason why he was wanting your hair in the first place.

"Why do you want it?"

"…" He seemed to ponder on what to say as he stood there staring at you and your hair emotionlessly as always, "I want to make Isabel perfect."

You felt on edge and you had no idea why you did nothing as Drocell reached out with his gloved hand and gently grabbed onto a rather large chuck of your hair. You stared into his amethyst colored eyes as he took the scissors to your hair and with one quick snip, your hair was now in his hands. He examined your hair that was in his hands. It was perfect, your hair was perfect. "Thank you, (Y/n)… Isabel has a chance at being perfect now."

"Because you took my hair?" You can't help but ask him out of confusion.

"Yes." Was his only reply before turning away from you and going back over to Isabel. He smiled at your hair lovingly and brought it up to the doll's bald spot to see what it would look like. Your hair was not the exact same color as Isabel's but Drocell didn't care. The centerpiece that everyone would look upon in awe was your lock of hair that would be part of Isabel's hair that lacked the beauty of your own.

"You're going to replace her hair with my own?" You ask and rub at the side of your head where he took the chunk of hair from you. You thankfully didn't have a bald spot like Isabel but if he would have took anymore, you might of.

"Yes, I am. Is that okay with you, master?"

You still weren't used to Drocell calling you his 'master' even after all these months together. You weren't sure if you were okay with what he had done. The doll Isabel seemed like she would have remained more beautiful without your hair being added. Trusting in Drocell's decision, you would let it go just this once. "Um, its fine with me. Whatever you think will make her better." You say and he nods with a smile forming on his lips.

"I am pleased to hear you trust my judgement. I promise I will handle your hair with the utmost respect and care."

You agreed to him that day and little did you know it was not the greatest decision to make. Drocell from that day on pushed ever so slightly to cross the line. He asked for more of your hair at times and sometimes you would find him doing other creepy things like standing over your bedside and watching you sleep. You knew Drocell didn't need to sleep but it was kind of unnerving to know he was watching you the entire night when he wasn't working on a doll. Isabel also had become something peculiar to you. She was beginning to start looking more and more less like herself and more so like you. Her thin hair was almost completely gone as it had been replaced with hair that was yours from your many charitable hair donations to Drocell. Her eyes weren't even the same color as before but now they almost looked like a replica of your own (e/c) eyes. Isabel was turning into you before your very eyes and it was concerning you because Drocell said he wanted Isabel to be perfect. But Drocell's sense of what was perfect seemed to be a little askew as the doll was looking just like you!

And so you thought to yourself… Did Drocell think you were perfect?

Your face heats up as you think about it. You were sitting in the workshop and working on your own doll that Drocell had let you name since it was your own doll. You had named her (Doll's name) and she was coming out to look very cute. She had bright scarlet red hair put into two pigtails with green ribbons and bright silvery glass eyes that had speckles of blue that sparkled in the light. She also wore a deep emerald green lolita styled dress that matched her green ribbons in her hair. She was coming to be a an exquisite little doll that Drocell has barely had to help you on. She wasn't quite as good as Drocell's of course but she was still pretty close in your opinion.

Thinking back to Drocell you couldn't help but notice those strange fluttering feelings in your gut. As of late, Drocell and your relationship has only blossomed into something beautiful but you didn't know just quite how far it has gotten. You feared that you were starting to feel like you were falling for Drocell day by day. He was just such a sweetheart and would literally do anything to make you happy. Drocell himself has been acting differently from when you first met him. He was becoming more concerned on where you were at and always wanted to be at your side. He said a lot of things that were exclusively only for a couple to share to one another but Drocell didn't seem to know what was too much. You couldn't stop blushing as you thought of some of the times Drocell would say such romantic things, you weren't even sure if he was aware on how sensuous they were.

Staring at (your doll's name), you weren't aware of Drocell walking up the stairs and looking over at you blankly. You were so busy having a staring contest with your doll, you didn't even notice the creaks of the floor boards as Drocell walked over and picked up his music box. He rewound it and then let it start playing the song "London Bridge' that he also began to sing along too. You stop what you were doing and turn around once you hear the music playing and Drocell singing in a charming voice that was surprisingly really good. As he sang along, he walked towards you with a smile on his face. He extended his hand out to you for you to take. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you take his hand and he pulls you up from your seat. He places you in a dancing position and begins to waltz you across the room, you couldn't stop giggling as he sung along and danced you across the workshop. You stared into his eyes as the two of you danced. He too kept his eyes on you the entire time he was singing along with the playing music. Once the music came to the end you sang the last verse with him.

"London bridge is falling down, my fair lady~." You both sang then stopped and remained staring into each others eyes. Drocell very slowly and cautiously placed his arms around your waist. You don't move away as he does this, you felt lost in those violet glass eyes of his. Drocell brought you in closer to him and you go and rest your head against his chest, only to hear no heart beat. He seemed a bit surprised you did this as he stared down at you. You were so perfect to him, everything about you was perfect. The temptation to turn you into a doll was so difficult to ignore. You would be his perfect doll, his most special doll that he would cherish for the rest of time, forever.

"And then I thought to myself, (Y/n) has a beautiful singing voice just as she is. My master of mine is perfect." Drocell said which made you look up at him. This wasn't the first time Drocell has called you perfect but the way he said it this time felt more finalized. Drocell brought up his gloved hand and placed it onto your blushing cheek softly. "Master has the most beautiful skin, the most beautiful hair, and eyes. Everything about my master of mine is perfect. And so I thought to myself, what if I never let my master go? I need my master like my master needs her own heart. Will my master let me have her forever? I need my master…" Drocell's face was near towards your own. You let out a shaky breath from what Drocell had just said to you. He wanted you to be his? Was he confessing he loved you?!

"Drocell…"

Drocell brushes his knuckles against your cheek's soft skin before he leaned in and pressed his lips up against your own. You were beyond shocked as this doll of a man was kissing your lips, you were surprised he even knew what a kiss was. His skin didn't feel like it was made of wood or porcelain, he felt normal not warm but no cold either. You don't know what else to do but respond to his kiss that you wouldn't stay you weren't enjoying. He tilts his head ever so slightly and makes the kiss deeper. Your tongues slipping into each other's mouth, you played with his and he your own. You couldn't quite describe the way he tasted, it was sweet and only described as being Drocell. He tangled his hand through your hair and the two of you continued kissing until you needed to break from air, which you guessed Drocell didn't need. You were the first to pull away and Drocell seems as usual totally unemotional from what had just transpired. All he did was just stare into you with those penetrating purple eyes that also were impassive. The two of you stayed silent, both just looking at each other, you mostly looking at him with disbelief. "Master… Can I have you forever?"

You wanted to say yes, it was the first thing that came to mind. However, there was this nagging feeling that said to be careful and you had no idea why. Feeling too full of love and emotion from kissing Drocell, you ignored your thoughts of warning. "Y-yes… You can." You mummer. Drocell's lips twitch into a smile as he goes to grab your hand gently.

"You will make the most wonderful doll. You will be perfect, I promise. You will make my dream finally come true."

"Wait, what?" You were confused by what he was saying. You weren't a doll! What was he talking about?! Drocell's grip on your hand tightens a dark gleam appears in his eyes, they scared you. "Drocell! What are you-?"

"(Y/n), don't be afraid. Death is fleeting and I'll make it go away as quickly as possible, but your beauty will remain forever. We'll be together forever." Drocell said in an eerily calm voice and suddenly reached over and took out a carving knife that had been sitting on a table. Your eyes widen and you scream as Drocell tries to land a blow right into your heart. You tear your hand away from him and throw yourself away from him and onto the floor. Drocell stands there watching you with a face that matched that of a sociopath. "Please, don't run away, master. It will be quick and painless. Don't you want to be together forever?" Drocell reached out to grab onto you from behind but you kicked his arm away from on the ground and started to pull yourself up.

"You're crazy! I don't want to die! This isn't what I meant when I wanted to be with you forever! Why are you doing this!?"

You try to run for the stairs but Drocell quickly moves and blocks your exit. He glances at the sharp carving knife in his hand and then at you, he frowns sadly and tilts his head, "Please don't be upset with me, (Y/n). I should have showed you sooner this is how things must be done, than you wouldn't be so afraid. This is how I truly make my dolls. This will be your final lesson on how to make perfect dolls. You will be my perfect doll."

"Are you saying all those dolls down there are actually real life people!?" You exclaimed in horror.

Drocell nods blandly, "Indeed, that is how they are so lifelike and their beauty will last forever. But none of them have reached perfection but you will change that." Drocell explained and took a step near you. You backed away as he kept nearing towards you. You were afraid for your life! How would you have known Drocell was a murderous psychopathic doll that killed girls to make into dolls!? How could you have been blind of this truth for so long working under him!? "Drocell, don't do this! What about Isabel!? I thought she was going to be your perfect doll!"

Drocell frowned and had a terrifying look in his eyes, "She is not the same. She is not you. (Y/n) you are perfect to me. I love you."

Shaking and undeniably horrified of the very person you had fallen in love with, you begin looking away for an escape before he comes too close and stabs you. You weren't going to be his doll, absolutely no way! Drocell kept coming closer until you were backed into the corner of the workshop. "If you really loved me you wouldn't be trying to kill me right now!" You yell at him and reach back and grab an unfinished doll.

"I do love you, every part of you. I'm doing this so your perfection remains forever lasting. I love you, my master of mine. Just let me make it quick and all of this will be over. Just come here, my love"

"NO!" You scream at the top of your lungs at him and as hard as you could you throw the unfinished doll at Drocell. It slams into his face and gives you just enough time to start darting past him. Drocell quickly recovers and ignores the broken fragmented doll on the ground that was meaningless to him. He wanted you.

"(Y/n)! Come back!" Drocell ran down the stairs after you. You look around at the bottom and go straight for the door to get out of this dollhouse of horror before you were turned into one Drocell's lifeless creations. You got to the door and took the handle and began trying to turn the knob but each time you did it would only rattle. It was locked! Cursing over and over in your mind, you look around for your keys and see them lying on cashier counter. Drocell was now on the main floor with you and still had his knife up ready to kill. "I'm doing this because I love you… You will be my most special doll. There will be none like you, master."

Ignoring him and running over to the cashier corner, you nab the silver keys and were just about to run to the door but Drocell walked in front of you and your only exit. "Drocell! I don't want to be a doll! I can't believe you do this to people! Innocent lives! All these girls here had lives and you ruined them by turning them into these dolls!… If you turn me into a doll I will hate you, Drocell. Do you hear me? I'll hate you forever!" You threaten him which actually does seem to bother him.

He frowns sadly and looks down with his orange hair falling in front of his face and covering his eyes from view, "Don't hate me, (Y/n). You agreed to this. I don't want to fight you."

"Then stop this! We don't have to fight, Drocell! Can't we go back to making dolls the normal way? Please, Drocell… I love you too. It doesn't have to be this way."

Drocell remained looking down and his hand was trembling with the knife. You agreed to be with him forever but how is that possible if you aren't a doll? You''ll eventually age and die and then he'll lose you forever. You slowly start approaching him while being very cautious while doing so. He stands as still as a statue in his place while still looking down. It was then you had your chance. You sped past him with your key and jammed it into the lock. Drocell looked up and turned immediately the second you put the keys in the lock of the door. Drocell glared you and went charging your way. He was reaching out to grab you and and was just able to brush his fingertips against your shoulder, but you started running before he got the chance to grab you. Drocell could only watch as you started running as fast as possible away from him and your shop.

Drocell was left alone, his knife clattering to the ground.

♥----♥----♥

Five years went by since the last time you've been to your doll shop or seen Drocell. You stayed with your parents at home and continued to make dolls with the knowledge Drocell Keinz had left with you. You even made a small doll that looked a lot like Drocell, it was your most special doll even though it made your heart ache. You missed Drocell after all this time being away from him. You missed the Drocell that used to be your friend and did anything to make you happy but his true colors were shown that day. You brushed the hair of (your doll's name) that you had finished over the three years that you've been away. A part of you was curious if Drocell was still there all alone in your little shop that you both owned together. A part of you wanted to go back and see him again but then you remembered if you did he would probably try to kill you again.

"I still love him…" You murmur to your red-haired doll. "But I'm afraid to go back. What if he is still there and wants to turn me into a doll?" You receive no answer as expected. Sighing you stand up from the spot you were sitting inside while holding your doll. "Its been so long… Would he even remember me? I have to go see… Though this might be a terrible idea." You say to yourself as you walk out of your room and head out of the house to go visit your doll shop for the first time in five years.

You made your ways through the streets of London to the shop that wasn't that far away. Once you were walking down the aisles of buildings and finally see your shop hanging in the distance, you feel adrenaline pick up inside your veins. You patted your thigh where you held a holstered gun you had taken from your Father's room. You just had to make sure he wasn't going to kill you, you had to have self-protection. Seeing the sign, you were surprised to see it read the name of what you wanted to name the shop to begin with, "Drocell and (Y/n)'s Dollhouse". Drocell must have changed it when you were gone. Feeling a twisting and turning in your heart, you walk up to the door and very slowly reach for the knob. Taking a deep breath, you pull the door open and walk inside. You are greeted with a lit up room that looked exactly the same as you left it. Nothing was different.

You saw no sign of Drocell, maybe he was up in his workshop. Readying yourself, you begin heading up the creaky stairs that creaked from your weight. You feel like you're walking through a dream as you walk up and pause at the top step. You furrow your brows and walk deeper into the workshop, it looked like Drocell had been working from all the equipment that was out. Noticing the same music box sitting on the table from before. You stroll up to it and glance around cautiously before opening up the box and rewinding the music. The music box began to chime the "London Bridge" song that you had danced with Drocell to until you both kissed. You still could remember his kiss and how much feeling it had in it. It was the only true emotion Drocell was able to convey was through sheer action. You feel little goosebumps rise on your skin as you remember the special occasion. Oh, how badly you wished Drocell would've stayed that way.

You swayed to the music and eventually began singing along with it, "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down London Bridge is falling down m-" You were cut off when someone finished the verse of the song for you.

"My fair lady~."

You gasp as you recognize the voice immediately. You turn around quickly and see Drocell down on one knee in front of you and bowing down to you respectfully. "D-Drocell!" You exclaim in bewilderment. He takes your hand which you were about to pull away but once he placed a kiss on your knuckles you stopped. He was looking up at you through his black eyelashes with that face that smiled but showed no real significant emotion.

"And so I thought to myself, where had (Y/n) been for such a long time? I really missed you, Milady. I counted each and every day you were gone." Drocell replied as he let your hand go and continued to look up at you with those beautiful violet eyes of his. Drocell looked exactly the same as you had left him, nothing was different about him other than the fact he didn't have a crazed look on his face and wasn't going to stab you with a carving knife.

You were breathing heavily and slightly afraid he was going to pull out a knife out of nowhere. Seeing as he wasn't be hostile with you right now, you spoke up, "You remember me?"

Drocell stood up from his knelt down position and tilted his head, "How could I forget my master? I could never forget such a perfect face." He smiled at you which unnerved you as he brought up you being perfect again, which ultimately led to him trying to murder you and turn you into one of his many lifeless dolls.

Letting out a shaky breath, you stare at him and he stares back. It was then you couldn't take it anymore, seeing him now and seemingly back to himself. You lunged forward and brought him into a tight embrace. He didn't react for a moment's time but soon he had his arms wrapping around your waist. "I missed you, Drocell! I was just so afraid! I was afraid to come back! I was afraid you would try and hurt me again!"

Drocell brought you back and looked you in the eyes curiously, "Why would you be afraid, my lady? I would never hurt you."

"B-b-but you tried to kill me!"

Drocell shook his head and held onto the sides of your shoulders as tears began to form in your eyes. "Don't cry, (Y/n)… I will not accept being the reason of your sadness. I am only here to bring you joy, my Lady. If it makes you feel better, I have done some thinking and I have decided not to turn you into a doll. If my master of mine does not want to be a doll, I will always obey my master. I love my master too much. What I want it not important." Drocell said and brushed some of your (h/l) (h/c) hair from your face. You looked up at him and felt your tears running down your face. Drocell wasn't going to kill you and turn you into a doll?

"So you're not going to kill me?"

Drocell shook his head and held you close to him again, "Never. I will protect my master with my life. And so I thought to myself, that I could never make a doll of your perfection, because that doll would never truly be you. You are perfect, a doll would never match your perfection. I am deeply sorry for what I tried to do to you, my dear (Y/n). You being away for so long made me come to realize this and I hated being alone and away from my (Y/n). I truly hated it. Please come back to me, (Y/n). I need you…"

You answered Drocell by placing a kiss onto his lips. Every part of you wanted to trust him. You could just hug him and kiss him just like before. He tasted just as sweet and he held you with such carefulness, as if he expected you to be fragile like glass. "I love you, Drocell." You mummer, unable to keep your feelings at bay. He whispers back into your ear with that soothing voice of his.

"I love you, (Y/n)... My master of mine."

After that day, Drocell and you continued to work your business in your doll shop together. You kept a heavy eye on Drocell the first couple of day, but he seemed like he was true to his words. He didn't ever threaten to harm you again after that day. You knew deep down Drocell still wanted to change you into a doll, but because he loved you he kept back his temptations. He believed killing you and trying to match your image to a doll would ruin the perfection, anyways. You were still not at all okay with Drocell's actual past doll making ways with kidnapping young girls and turning them into lifeless dolls. As his master you were able to discourage him from doing that and luckily you were able to get him to stick with working with normal regular dolls. Your business was on its way to becoming something great for the public. No one in all of London had dolls like you and Drocell, they were absolutely all perfect in their own way, at least in your opinion. Drocell and you also now were now a couple, even though your relationship was a little awkward and orthodox than most. You wouldn't have it any other way. You loved Drocell Keinz and Drocell Keinz loved his Master.