Scara would choose dolls that looked old and raggedy, ones that reminded them of himself when he was a child.

He was walking through the life-sized doll shop he would always go to, until he saw you.

perfect condition porcelain doll.

for some reason, it was like you were calling him. so of course, he bought you and put you with his other dolls.

but for some reason, you kept on moving around.

"i swear i put you with the other dolls." the puppet grumbled, carrying you bridal style.