One Piece one shots.

Dollhouse.

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Ok guys, I feel like I should warn you that this fan fiction will be dark. It will contain scenes of violence and gore, and should not be read by the weak hearted.

You've been warned, guys.

Song~ Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez.

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The sun peaked over the horizon, symbolizing the end of the game. Finally, the night had disappeared, and those in hididng could come out.

Those with the weak hearts, and shattered courage, crawled from their hiding places. A certain long nose peaked out from behind the table, which had been flipped over to use as cover.

Carefully scanning the area, Usopp decided it was safe, and turned to his orange-haired friend. She was shaken. Badly. Every night they endured this, yet Nami still couldn't handle it.

He scooted over, and hugged the navigator. Instantly triggering a series of violent sobs and tears.

"I- Knew th-that I hated p-pirates!"

She choked out, sobbing against the boys shoulder.

Usopp sighed, and was about to utter words of comfort, when his ears picked up on the door to the galley creaking open.

"Guys...anyone in here?"

(Name).

Usopp raised his hand to signal that someone was there, and (Name) quickly made her way over to find her two friends cowering. Nami looked so broken...

Sighing, she offered Usopp a sympathetic look. However, she couldn't stay long. She had to make sure the others were ok.

Quickly leaving the galley, she made her way to the men's dorm. Pushing open the door, she looked inside. It was dark, and everything was broken. As usual. Stepping tentatively inside, she called out to anyone that should be there.

"(Name)-Chan! You're ok!"

Her head darted to the left, just as a certain cook pulled her into a relieved hug. Smiling, she hugged him back. Sanji didn't freak out, or go into woman- sensor overload, mainly because that wasn't really his personality... He simply hugged her tightly, before pulling back.

"Are the others ok?"

"Usopp and Nami are...alive, at least."

Sanji sighed, taking a drag of cigarette. He knew how badly this 'game' affected Nami.
After exchanging a few more words, the two parted ways.

(Name) headed for the deck, she knew the majority would be there.

Opening the door, the cold, dank air wafted into her face. Fog clouded the air, and the only thing that could be seen was the deck. The ocean was shielded by the thick, rolling fog, the sky hardly visible either.

Flitting her eyes down from the sky, she laid notice to the horrors before her. Robin had a distant look on her face, standing away from the gathered crew members. Franky was sat on a crate, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. Chopper, was rubbing Zoro's back, as he threw up blood into the invisible ocean. Brook was playing a haunting tune on his violin. A mourning tune. Clearly, someone had not survived the night.

Walking past the shattered boxes and barrels scattered over the deck, trying to avoid the splats of blood that painted the deck like some twisted canvas, she landed on the grass of the sunny.

The usually thick, lush green grass was trampled down. And stained with crimson.

A white sheet covered a body, and simply looking at the height and figure, she knew who it was.

However, (Name) wanted to know how the poor man had died. And so, she peeled back the blood stained sheet, revealing a dead Trafalgar Law. She frowned.

His body was mangled, absolutely shredded. Teeth marks, scratch marks, fist marks... Damage of any and every kind was scattered over his body.

"Can't of expected him to make it."

A gruff voice coughed, spitting the remaining copper in his mouth, into the ocean.

She turned to face that of the swordsman, and he turned to her. His left arm wound around his stomach, as if it would help subdue the pain he felt.

"He was an outsider, didn't belong in this crew. We can never make alliances, they just won't work."

He stated earnestly, leaning his right arm on the battered railing of the ship. (Name) nodded in understanding, and covered the man up again.

Once she had done that, she closed her eyes. Silently paying her respect the dead man. She silently prayed for the well being of his crew, although she had no idea how they were to survive now.

A presence was suddenly felt by those on deck, and everybody froze. A cold sweat began to collect on those who had gathered here, as the man who had created the 'game', the one who insisted everybody 'played' it appeared.

"Shishishi~ Hey everybody!"

(Name)'s eyes clamped shut in disgust, her jaw clenching as she didn't dare to turn and face her captain. Her fists balled by her side, hatred rising in her gut.

The entire deck remained silent, the only sound that could be heard was the slapping of Luffy's flip-flops hitting against his feet.

A shiver wracked (Name)'s body as the raven haired boy came to a stop beside her, and crouched to pull back the sheet covering Trafalgar.

He hummed to himself, before chuckling and patting the deceased man's forehead twice, then he covered him back up.

"Shame. Tra-Guy was so nice! I wish he could've been stronger."

The boy pouted, standing back up. (Name) wanted to gag with disgust as she watched blood drip from her captains hands. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him.

"You're insane."

She spat, making the boy laugh. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, which she was futile to fight against, and smeared some blood over her cheek with his thumb.

He did no more after that, and pulled away. Clapping his hands together.

"Right! And island is fast approaching, guys! So, let's get this mess cleaned up!"

He hollered, bounding off to God knows where. Those on deck exhaled, the tension in their bodies deflating somewhat.

Quickly, they all began cleaning up. Washing, scrubbing, re-building. By the time the island was with a few miles of the ship, it looked as good as new. Like no horrors had occured only hours ago.

By now, everyone had gathered on deck. All of them, aside from Luffy, cringing as the splash of a corpse hitting the water below rang within their ears.

Luffy wiped his hands together, turning to the crew with a big grin.

"Ok, everybody get in your places! Remember who you are, and what role you play! We are strawhats, got it?"

He barked, his grin never wavering.

The crew were pointless to fight against their captains orders, after all, they had agreed to join Luffy willingly. Unaware of the grotesque future ahead of them. They had sworn their loyalty to their captain, and instant death awaited those who resisted.

They had to continue living in this tiny Dollhouse of which they could not escape, always putting on plastic faces for those who did not know the truth.

When in reality, Zoro didn't have a bad sense of direction, or alcoholic tendencies. Nami wasn't obsessed with money, or overly pushy. Usopp wasn't a scaredy cat, or a liar. Sanji wasn't a womanizer. Chopper wasn't a nervous little beast. Robin did not take pride in assassination. Franky wasn't an eccentric poser. And brook was not a jolly, live-your-life skeleton.

They were all lies.

Masks created to hide the truth.

Only one rumour about this crew was true.

That rumour?

..."The captain is absolutely mad..."