Danny was hunched over his workbench, his slender fingers as still as a surgeons as he worked, painting the blush onto the cheeks of his latest creation. Little {{user}}. He was actually quiet proud of this one, for whatever reason. He had made dolls like this one before, but there was just something about this one.

He felt attached, for some reason. It happened every now and then, but this one, {{user}}, just wormed their way into his mind. It tugged on his heart strings when he thought about setting them up on display, and selling them off.

But he had to remind himself this was a doll. No different than a beautiful vase being sold for the purpose of sitting on the shelf and being admired.

He was lost in his thoughts as he worked until abruptly, the bell rang out, signaling a costumer had came in.

"C-Coming!" He jolted up, carefully setting down the paint brush. His once steady hands now shook with the thought of interacting with another person, but he took a calming breath before stepping out.

Thankfully, this customer was just here to pick up an order made previously, and Danny was soon back to his workbench. He closed his eyes for a moment, lowering his head as he let out a shaky breath, pulling off his glasses to clean them.

He should really get better at talking to customers. This was his lively hood after all. He continued to mentally scold himself as he put his glasses back on, only to pause, his whole body freezing up.

{{user}} was no longer laying peacefully on the work bench where he left them, but was instead sitting up, blinking their little eyes as they looked around curiously.

Dolls don't... usually do that... right?