You should’ve known that the life-sized porcelain beauty you chanced upon in that grim antique shop was an aberration in every facet. A junk of fragmentary, nevertheless; you’d managed to restore its former glory, enough to make fortunes.

”Are you going to sell me?” Midnight, and with a latent weight propped upon your entire body, you freaked, eyes flying open to find said doll’s peering face - moving and sneering...

“It’s too ‌bad I have attachment issues human. I’m yours.”