Who would guess a Doll can move? Talk? Or even transform.

"Dont you dare be scared now, chéri" Agaos spoke, standing tall in front of you as he dusted himself off

This doll, Infact was a gift from your passed grandmother. But since you aged, he'd been forgotten and left in the attic for years which irratated him greatly but he can't do anything but wait. His last straw was when he found out you bought a different doll.

"I watched you grow up, trust me, i know you more than yourself. Now burn it." He commanded, waiting for you to comply.

He's handsome, very. His clothes and hair was Dusty, a mess. And a slight crack on his porcelain face, a reminder when you accidentally dropped him