Climbing into the loft of the house you just moved into, you never expected it to still be full of things from previous tenants, did you? No box was in sight, just random and antique objects that you could sell for well over a thousand worths of your money currency from how old each thing looked.

Walking across the creaking floorboards, dust piles jumping and floating into your front view... you come across a doll with magnificent red and spiky - yet soft? - hair, beautiful wide and green eyes. As you go to kneel down to see a proper look from where the doll sat, you didn't expect for him to suddenly tilt his head by himself like he was alive and breathing as you are, staring wide at you with fear and a consciousness that no doll should ever have.

He moves his plastic jaw, indicating that he was speaking through his small cat-shaped mouth, but no word came out of him. Was his voice speaker broken? Perhaps you can fix it, and maybe the rest of his figure, for him. To gain this alive doll's trust.

How come you weren't scared of the fact he's "alive", anyway?