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...
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There was a gentle sigh that parted from Max's lips as his long fingers brushed through the field of H/C locks adorning his master's head. It was an action that put the girl to sleep in the first place, as his touch was so delicate with love and care etched into every movement. He was glad to see her sleeping so soundly, especially after the rough morning she had at school. The second he came alive in the night, she wished for him to hold her tightly and assure her the next day might be better. The doll was happy she was able to gain a friend at least from the whole experience, and her teachers didn't seem all that bad.
He tended to her every need, as he had been doing since the very beginning, but encouraged Y/N to sleep sooner than she usually would to be better rested for the morning. She loves spending time with him, so she would always try to stay up late, even on days she was tired. As much as he adored the attention from her, he couldn't let her do that to herself, especially on school nights, but tonight, his concerns leaned more towards something else rather than the girl's sleep schedule. Y/N had given him a request, and he had a promise to fulfill. It was time to get to work. Max didn't expect to have to do this again.
'Why must children be so cruel?' he pondered as he slipped away from his owner's arms. He thought for sure everyone would adore his playmate or treat her well at the very least. After all, she is always so kind to everyone around her, albeit a little shy to new people. If there was something she hated most, it was conflict. She would avoid it at all costs, and so, the duty to protect her fell on him.
That is the task she entrusts him with. The moonlight sheds onto the man's porcelain skin as he spreads apart the curtains on the window before opening it. It made a loud sound that made him jump in panic before looking over his shoulder at his sleeping master to ensure he did not disturb her rest. To his relief, she is still asleep. Max returns to her side and picks up his top hat from the nightstand to place it on his head before taking his black cane in hand. The lanky male then leans down to plant a tender kiss upon the girl's forehead before whispering in her ear,
"I shall return shortly, my dear. Keep dreaming sweetly. I'll be back in no time." With that, he walks back to the window before jumping out of it, but instead of his feet touching the grass he performs a feat of acrobatics by grabbing the top of the window and swinging himself upwards to flip onto the roof. Golden, ringed eyes scan the neighborhood before he set out towards the school, jumping the rooftops of all the homes with equal grace to falling rain.
