Never Close Your Eyes

TC: C. 48

| Chapter Forty-Eight |

The case itself stood on its own, balancing itself out despite it surely weighing more than it should. While designing, Dean made sure to spray paint the entire case a blue that matched Rosie's dress.

The very first Rosie doll that became the prototype stood off on the side, showing people who were unfamiliar with her, the resemblance was uncanny.

He felt total pride within himself, feeling proud for his discovery. He had done what no other obsessed man had done: found his doll. The most perfect doll in the world.

He sat her down gently at the very bottom of the small enclosure before shutting the upgraded door, trusting that the child lock from a door he had looted awhile back would work.

This was no normal casing; not for a special little girl. Installed on the outside of the box was a speaker so she could speak to the crowds of people that would want to take pictures of her, and videos saying whatever they desired—with an extra fee.

Another amazing feature that he could puff his collar to was the oxygen control. He knew that his Rosie was not perfect, but this was a way to contain her behavior in the box.

First time acting out, one little click and her oxygen was gone. Feeling satisfied for his enclosure that was fit for no human or animal, he moved easily onto Murphy.

He made sure Murphy had the best view of Rosie, a gentle reminder to keep his mouth and actions in check. Murphy was not the only one Dean could torture and he wanted that in the back of his head; his actions had consequences greater than himself.

We'd see how selfish he really was. Dean placed Murphy in a wheelchair with a tall back, injecting his arm with an IV to remove blood flow from a vein.

He made sure both arms were secure and he had a strict chest strap as well. His legs and feet were next on the list. No more risks of escape were going to be made this go around.

Leniency was a reward to be gained, not thrown around. Once everything was deemed commendable, he stepped away from the two to study their behaviors to one another.

He wanted to know if the paranoia was speaking or if his sanity was still somewhat there.

10K came from the shadows once he was sure Dean had left the room for another evil act. He made a B-line for (Y/N)'s enclosure, not realizing the perks of the device.

His heart was in his throat as he took in her changed appearance. Piggy tails were brushed out in small waves, socks that went high onto her thighs and small slip on shoes that looked cleaner than anything he's seen since the apocalypse started.

He placed his hands on the clear casing as he breathing out, looking around at the mechanics to figure out how to unlock and open the door without breaking the glass and causing noise.

"(Y/N)." 10K whispered to the air, slightly tapping the transparency of glass to wake her from the other side.

He looked down at her defeated body, noticing just how dolled up she was. She looked more like (Y/N) than the apocalypse (Y/N) he knew and trusted.

He took air into his constricting lungs, collecting his thoughts of what he knew and what he needed to know. This man that captured them was a collector—a dangerous predator that ran free in the woods, searching for things that proved he was better than most once the apocalypse was over with.

Out of 10K's peripheral he noticed a once red button go green, but nothing changed. After two minutes, (Y/N)'s eyes slammed open as she began to choke on the oxygen depleting from her cage.