The Friends(Not Continued)

The tale of a doll boy.

Once upon a time, in a far away place, there was once a tiny town that no one knew of besides those who lived in it. There was a man, A doll maker. He'd make dolls day after day. One day an old man came there and asked for the old doll maker to make a doll and if he refused he'd kill him.

The old doll maker made the doll, he feared he'd die if he didn't.

The doll he made was absolute. Long purple hair, Not too long not too short judt perfect. It was put up in a small ponytail. The eyes were red, shiny red. The skin was soft, even for a doll, it's rosy cheeks made it even more pretty.

"What if the doll became human?" The man asked the old doll maker.

The old doll maker, Gilbert (Or gil) Stood and thought... that said, "I'd take care of it as if it was my own"

The man chuckled, "Do you wish for this doll to be alive?"

Gilbert thought.
And thought.
Then answered, "Yes."

The man smiled and left with the doll leaving gilbert. He had high hopes. They wete ruined. Or so he thought.

Night time soon came. Gilbert went to sleep.

During the night the same man came, with a small boy in his arms sleeping, "Your wish came true..." He chuckled and set The doll boy on the couch.

Next morning gilbert heard footsteps, not that loud though. He got up, left his room only to meet a boy. He looked exactly like the doll he made.

"Who.. are you?" Gilbert asked the boy that looked like the doll he made.

"Me? You don't remember? .... We've been around eachother for soo long.... papa...." The boy started to cry.

Papa?... Could this be?.. It couldn't! Gilbert's eyes widen as he noticed that this was the doll he made. The same exact doll that was taken away from him.

"N-no! I remember!" He protested. Trying to calm down the boy What should his name be...? He thought to himself.

"Papa... if you remember me then what is my name?" The small boy asked.

Shit! Name name... we need a name!..... Alas! Venom. Gilbert smiled and chuckled, "Of course your name is Venom." Shit what a weird name he mentally sighed.

"Correct!" And the doll boy was now a boy but still a doll. Just his fake memories have been completed.

As the years passed the boy had fake birthdays, they had so much together.

Good time always come to an end. The doll maker died of old age, leaving a sadden doll.

Of course the man that helped the old man came back to the house and noticed he was dead and only a doll lived.

"You want to be with you papa?" He asked the weeping doll.

Since the doll couldn't speak due to the crying he nodded. The man smiled and turned the boy back to a doll, and burried him with his papa. The man burned the house down and acted like nothing happened.

His last words before he burnt it was, "The deed have been forfilled"
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Hanzo closed the book and laughed, "Pfft-haha! Stupid people!" His laughing stopped though cause the story was similar to his. "But in the end everyone dies..." Hanzo sighed knowing that one day his friend's will die one day, "And I'll be a lonely doll..."