For Y/N's eighth birthday, her father got her a special gift, an adorable plush toy that she loves dearly. What she didn't expect was the living, breathing man that came with it. Is her doll really talking and moving around, or is her imagination th...
•C/F: Favorite Cake Flavor •Y/N: Your Name •E/C: Eye Color •H/C: Hair Color
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I practically jump up and down in my seat due to all the excitement bottled up inside of me. On my lips is a big smile as my father sets down a C/F cake in the middle of the round, dining room table.
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Why am I so excited? Uh, it's only my birthday! Today I turn eight years old, and I get to spend time with my family. Sounds like a great reason to be happy to me! My cake is covered in loads of sprinkles and coated in creamy frosting. At the top are eight, red candles, which are lit, awaiting me to blow out the small flames. In my mother's hands is a camera, which is currently recording me, as both her and my father sing me happy birthday in unison.
"Make a wish, Y/N," my mother urges, so I nod my head and think hard about my wish as I stare at the candles on my cake. I try to think of something quick, not wanting to take too long, since I really want a slice of cake.
'IwishIcanmeetanewfriend.' With this thought in mind, I take in a deep breath before blowing out the flames on candle wicks. My father claps for me with a smile on his lips, while my mother cheers happily. I'm then blinded by the flash of her camera for a few seconds before the device is set down. Mom grabs a knife before cutting the cake and setting them on the clear glass plates in front of our seats.
Meanwhile, dad gets a box that had been sitting on the kitchen counter for awhile. He sets the box wrapped in baby blue, wrapping paper in front of me. I grin widely as I tear into it. Dad picks up the camera and is ready to take a picture of me opening the present he got me. My smile somehow grows bigger as I stare down at what's inside.
I reach into the box and pull out the plush toy that's inside. The doll is in the shape of a person and is dressed fancily. A black top hat wrapped with a thin, blue ribbon at the base is positioned atop magenta hair that reaches down to the shoulders of a black tailcoat. The pinkish locks fan out to the sides, adding flair to their style. The doll's wide grin is full of white, jagged teeth, and their golden eyes are outlined thickly in black with multiple, black rings reaching from the outer edge of the iris to the pupil.
The color of the orbs are so bright, they seemingly glow, and it's almost like you can see the emotions of the doll through them. Worn beneath their tailcoat is a sea foam green vest. The light blue of their pants match the same color of the bow tied around his neck, and a black cane is held in one of his hands.
