{𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, an unlikely couple goes through the trials of being opposites while fighting against a common enemy.
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Started: July 10, 2021
Ended: December 28, 2021
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Nimble fingers quickly worked to maneuver fruits, silverware, and jars on the counter.
While she waited for the preserves to cook she cleaned a few jars. It didn't take long for the fruits to form the desired consistency. A few moments later when it did she quickly poured the jam into the glass jars, careful to not burn herself.
The young woman had decided to make jam for the winter months since things would be harder to grow, she also wanted to gift something to Donna.
She wished that the dollmaker didn't live so far away so she could see her more often.
Y/N placed the jars in a pot of boiling water and allowed them to settle while her thoughts drifted.
She still wondered about the phone call that Karl received from Moreau. She knew that it was unreasonable to be worried about Karl doing something behind her back. They have been together for decades.
When she noticed that the jam was heated perfectly she took them out of the boiling water to cool. She decided to go see Karl while she waited and maybe discuss some of her inquiries.
She pressed the button to call the lift and waited to hear the famous 'ding.'
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement.
Ding!
The basement of the factory was cold and dim and damp. It was her least favorite part of the factory.
Unfortunately for her, it was the place that Karl frequented the most.
The smell of copper and iron slightly burned her nose, she would have thought that after all those years she would be immune to it. She often wished that she and Karl could have a normal life but unfortunately the cards they were dealt with simply didn't provide that.
She turned a corner to go down a long hallway that had a few doors filling it with a large iron door at the very end of it.
No light escaped from the edges of the door and if she didn't hear the sound of metal clashing against metal she would have thought that he wasn't there.
She walked down the eerie hallway and grasped the old doorknob of the metal door before turning it.
"Karl?" she called out as she walked into the room.
Two lightbulbs that flickered and swung back and forth were the only source of light in the dim room. The room seemed to be the epitome of controlled chaos. Piles of books and notes laid on tables and fog seeped out of the confines of the deep freezer. The walls weren't any different they were decorated in notes and pictures.
