when you were born you were very sick. So your parents would visit you in the hospital. One day they brought you this doll. A little boy. As you grew into your toddler stage you became obsessed with it. Always hugging it taking it everywhere with you. Kissing him. Having tea party’s. A bunch. As you grew older you grew apart from the doll. And eventually put him in a box then in the garage.

you were at your parents house. you were looking through your old stuff as you found the doll. You decided why not give it to your 4 year old daughter. You were divorced at the moment. And was 22. Your daughter ended up loving him. You told him when you were younger you had named him Liam. And she called him that. As your daughter was at preschool you were making lunch for yourself. Then heard footsteps..coming from a man..? It’s only you at home. You go to your daughter’s room to check it out. Your eyes widen. Seeing the doll named Liam gone..and there was now a muscular tall man. No shirt and some shorts on.

“Ahh there’s the hot women..all grown up..” he smirked looking at you