Doll (M) Yandere x (F) reader

Chapter 1

    He hated his life. That was an understatement, he absolutely loathed life. He was not your stereotype depressed male. No. His life was horrid -another understatement, he had what could be called the worst life anyone could endure, or that's how it felt. Of course he didn't blame a soul for his misfortune save two people; first was him, and then there was the main cause of everything he had to go through HER. Never would he bother to remember her name, or maybe it was that his mind was just too far gone to. After all, she was too awful to even think of, let alone to see every day of his worthless existence.

Though sadly he did see her every day. Rarely even there were times he contemplated fighting back, for old times sake ...an act out of desperation, just to see if he could get close to her charm, but then, every time he even considered it, it was quickly refused and he wiped the idea from his head, he wasn't that stupid, he was desperate but not stupid.

Then there was the main question: How exactly had he gotten into this situation? Not even he knew the answer, although it was his own question to begin with. He could vaguely remember meeting her, he could slightly make out being called beautiful, and sometimes small images would flash through his mind, blurry though, of what he presumed to be him following her to the 'abandoned' mansion. The same mansion that trapped him, he unknowingly sealing his own cursed fate, he could only assume that was how he had come into this hell.

Once however he HAD escaped.. Just once, she lost her charm and he took the chance to escape with some of the others, they never got outside of the building. In the end, she found it before they could get anywhere far and... on the days dreamt he still held nightmares of that day...or night, he would never know. Time had become alien to him, the only think he did know was damnation began when he was 17 and felt like an eternity, who knows how long it had really been since then.

His mind was blurry, image after image flashed through his brain constantly reminding him of his current life, it was usually when she was gone that he had to deal with his mind, other times he was so busy with physical pain that he didn't have to think about his prison. He scoffed at the idea of her torture actually being helpful in some kind of way, then again he couldn't deny that it did help him lose his thoughts in the moment that it helped him forget, it was like he could think anything when she was gone. His mind would become a wonderland of color that only reminded him of what was next to come in the future, which would most likely turn out to be blank and unchanging.

An echoing tap soon ripped him from his life contemplation, he blinked, carefully taking in a shaky breaths and slowly looking up, preparing himself to meet her gaze, waiting, anticipating the physical and mental torture to be done and over with he was relieved that he wouldn't have to think anymore. When he finally looked up he froze , his dark chocolate brown eyes went wide as dinner plates, his chest felt lighter, airy his heart felt as if it was being tugged, hope filled him and he shot up, violently shoving his hands against the glass surface holding him in.

Gorgeous E/c eyes blinked back at him holding emotion he hadn't seen in a long time worry, curiosity and pure horror each emotion mixed with the other. Time seemed to slow, seconds turning to hours, minutes turning to days, when in reality the two had only been staring at one another for a single minute. Finally the female parted her lips tilting her head to the side, small strands of brown hair fell down following her movements they looked so silky, she looked so clean, almost like an Angel.

"How did you get here?" she started. He struggles to reply "is someone keeping you here?" she asked, her voice was so beautiful, so soft, almost as if gold could have a voice, he opened his mouth as well. Only air came out he hadn't spoken in so long ,there was a point where he had even stopped screaming, stopped crying, so instead of directly answering the question he pointed behind her to a table. On the table sat a doll, The Doll, a tool used to keep him there, a weapon against all of them. Her eyes swayed to the side and she quickly spun around running to the doll scooping it in her small hands and giving it a long stare, glancing up at him soon after then returning to the glass cage where he sat "you need this?" she asked. He nodded.

Glancing down at the doll in thought her eyes lingered to it for a while, she absentmindedly stumbled backwards, he couldn't blame her she must have been so confused, so naive, so freaked out. All she knew was she entered a building and was met with a dirty male a male that couldn't speak yet wanted her to give him a random doll, while being trapped behind a large glass wall. She didn't even know if she could trust him, who would trust anyone in this kind of a situation, how could she know the bad guy from the good guy, for all she knew he could be a psycho locked up there by the government?Confirming his suspicions she looked back up at him her blue eyes glaring into him questioningly "how did you get here?"

The only thing he could do was point to his throat with a frown silently begging that she wouldn't leave him alone, aching for her to just trust in him, she seemed to understand the motions, that was a good sign, or at least he thought so. letting out a long sigh she again looked back up at him "do you promise that if i let you out you wont kill me or hurt me in any way?" he didn't hesitate in nodding rapidly, fast enough to give him a small headache, hopefully convincing enough to prevent her from leaving.

A long moment passed, a frown was frozen on her lips, the time still seemed to be moving agonizingly slow, eventually she shook her head and cast her gaze to the floor, one, two three cautious steps she took backward then in an instant she turned and ran. Time seemed to freeze completely as soon as he realized what had just happened, she had left, and in turn abandoned him, again he was alone to wait for the one who kept him there the hope in his chest instantly fell and he looked back down trying his hardest to keep back tears his vision was blurring and his heart felt like lead, his entire world seemed to crash from around him everything had happened so fast after all. First she was there then she gave him hope, and then she had selfishly ditched him in fear, in that very instant for the first time, he actually felt like he wanted to die every ounce of hope that had ever existed was tarnished.

"AHHHH" he heard the loud shriek and immediately perking back up, sure enough there she was running...fast, with a chair in her hands, her face looked kind of angry with her brows furrowed like that, he shot up and scrambled backward turning his back to the glass and flinching, a loud shatter rang through his ears glass flying everywhere brushing against his torn dark shirt, he even felt one scrape against his cheek. "We should get you out of here before we talk..you look like you just took a vacation in purgatory" she huffed and held out the doll that was previously held close to her chest and gestured for him to take it.

Now he could finally be free, that witch couldn't hold him down, he could burn that stupid doll, and remove whatever held him there, he nodded reaching out for the doll ready to destroy it before his arm stopped midway and flinched backwards...what would be waiting out there for him? what if society did not accept him? what if his family had forgotten him? what if he was presumed dead and would be seen as a ghost? He felt as if his arms were bricks time seemed to only revolve around him and the doll present before him, dare he say he was scared to take that doll?

Once she saw the hesitation in his eyes she frowned and jerked the doll closer to him he jerked back as she did so. "So its voodoo holding you here" she looked unsure of what she had said almost as if she didn't even mean to say it "hey..listen i cant wait up for you, im not going to lie when i say im kind of freaked out right now but as far as i know you are free...whoever had you trapped here is not here right now, i only want to help you...so come on we can go to my house.. lets get you a shower" she urged calmly a playful urging smile on her flawless face.

For the second time their eyes met, his face heated up, not that he could help it, he probably smelled and looked like a dumpster of course he would need a shower and a brush, some knew cloths and he- shaking his head from getting lost in thought once more he snatched the doll from her hands and ripped the stomach open no more hesitation. They could both practically hear a screech from the doll when he had ruthlessly opened the cloth stomach of the doll, and flipped it over.

Several items fell out the moment he had turned it, there was a sewing needle with dried blood in it, a fingernail, a hair, a piece of what looked like dried skin, and a small paper that held a single bloody thumbprint. For a short moment he only stared at the contents, before picking them up and shoving them in his pocket. "You finally ready?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, he jumped from out of the glass cage that held him landing next to her and nodding, his dark eyes were cast downwards as he did so. He wanted to clean up before he looked into her hypnotizing eyes again.

A/n: Hiiii your awkward author Alice here! This story is also on quotev just to say. Also I may or may not know where exactly this story is going but the