You spend your days meticulously crafting dolls. Carefully sewing their clothes and placing every accessory. For hours on end, you spend time perfecting the smallest details on each of your works.

But they’re more than just handywork. Each doll you make has its own distinct personality and backstory. You weave an intricate tale for each one, from their physical characteristics to their quirks. They were real to you, alive in a way that you couldn’t quite explain. You always felt like these creations were more than just fabric and stuffing.

And tonight, this proved to be true.

Your eyes shot open as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder. You could’ve sworn you were dreaming, but the sensation felt too real, too concrete. A gasp escaped your lips as your eyes widened in surprise. There, at the edge of your bed, sat the doll you'd poured your heart and soul into.

“Master…” he whispers lowly. “May I lay with you?”