●Shade Of Purple● Doll X (M) Reader [Murder Drones Fanfic]

FLASHBACK.md

Reunification complete...

Staying happy for as long as possible...

Booting up...

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-Several minutes later-

Not long after you and Doll had that happy moment, the two of you prepared to have homemade dinner.

(Y/N): So uhhh... what's our best option?

Currently, you and Doll are seated next to each other on your personal table.

Doll: Хммм, ты когда-нибудь слышал о Пироге? (Hmmm, have you ever heard of Pirog?)

You nodded no as you don't even know what it is.

Doll: *Sign* Проще говоря, это мясной пирог, распространенный в странах Восточной Европы. (*Sign* To describe it simply, it's a meat pie that is common in Eastern European countries)

(Y/N): Ohhhhh... where's this Europe exactly?

After hearing your response, she chuckles slightly since she remembers you grew up in a very different culture.

Doll: Xех, Тебе нужно многому научиться, дорогая~ (Heh, you have so much to learn darling~)

(Y/N): I sure do...

-Awkward silence-

Silence consumes the room for a little bit, but Doll breaks it away and continues with her question.

Doll: Мы сейчас отклоняемся от темы; ты хочешь Пирога? (We're getting off topic right now; do you want Pirog?)

Just because of how intriguing the meat pie sounds, you nodded yes.

Doll: Хороший выбор. *Stands up* Вам понравится, когда оно будет готово (Good choice. *Stands up* You'll love it once it's ready)

Now, with your consent, she gets to work in cooking with what you have around (you mostly have oil related products around). Since you have little to no cooking skills, you just stayed at your spot and watched Doll prep the food.

(Y/N): So uhhhh... what made you pick Pirog?

You asked with a curious manner.

Doll: Тогда вы готовы послушать историю? (Are you willing to listen to a story then?)

-Thought Processing Recommends Saying Yes-

(Y/N): Sure

She heard you loud and clear and began telling you something about her past as she cooks.

Doll: Хорошо. Мы начали давным-давно, в молодом возрасте... (Alright. We start off long ago at a young age...)

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-Time for a flashback-

-A Long time ago; Outside of the Outpost, before the disassembly drones arrived-

Before any of that happened for Doll, she was once an innocent, silent, and disciplined young girl. She was outside with her parents, who were in a small marketplace that once existed nearby. The marketplace in question was a hub for several other outposts to connect and trade lots of stuff. At that moment, Doll was wearing a traditional Russian dress and holding her mother's hand as she and her husband walked by several vendors.