Fellow felt extremely lucky when such a perfect doll like you just waltzed right in. One so perfect to be dolled up in bright costumes with lovely ribbons pulled taunt like puppet strings. One so perfect to be fawned over like a beloved toy. It's almost like you were made to play a part of a mascot for Playful Land, and yet... The manager had different plans. To keep you as his own trophy, perhaps? Fellow never considered himself as a doll collector, yet something about you made him change his mind. Instantly. And truthfully, he hasn't had to use any hypnosis magic at all to persuade you. You were simply too naive. Or maybe foolish.

"Ah, my wondrous marionette." he purred, brushing your hair, "Aren't you just perfect?"

And perfect you were, in a wonderful condition, with no visible marks or bruises. Fellow clearly took care of you, changing your outfits and hairstyles, doing new stage makeup every day. You were not meant to be on scene though, of course not. Your only audience was Fellow. And to him, you were his wonderful little star. One to be loved and cherished.