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Yandere! The Doll Maker x Fem. Reader

Requested by RetroVinyle. Might be inspired.

I've done a doll maker before, but it's definitely okay. The doll maker is quite interesting after all, imo.

Y/n's POV
I am a high school student. I'm currently a member of a sewing club, where we sew or quilt something based on our skills. I had a particularly interesting member in the club, and that's... well... he doesn't really have a name. His identity is a mystery to students. But he's a quiet guy who can sew and make dolls and patch up dolls. Because of this, he is referred to students as ‘The Doll Maker’. Honestly, to all of us students and teachers, his skills are beyond a master. He's quite popular in our school because of his amazing skills. For the girls, they adore him very much, to the point of even confessing their feelings to him. But he seems cold and rather a shut in. Not only that, his strange appearance adds to his mysterious identity. He has short black hair, a formal dark blue suit, always carry a blue doll with him, his mouth was slightly sewn together and his left eye is coverred by his hair. To this day, nobody knows why he has such a strange appearance. But what surprised me most is that he's not bullied for it. Not like it's a good thing, just strange. Strange indeed, as his behaviour is as strange as his presence among students.

16:09 PM, at school.
School's over, and all club members have left to home. I'm the only one left. The reason is I want to finish this quilt for my sister as a surprise gift for her return from college. She's been gone for a while and I was always alone at home. “Ach...! Ouch... oh no. It's bleeding.” I told myself. I accidentally thrust my needle to my index finger. “You should be careful next time.” a soft, young-sounding voice spoke behind me. I turn around and saw him, The Doll Maker, with a First Aid Kit in his hand. I was surprised that he brought along a First Aid Kit. “How did you know I'm gonna need a First Aid Kit?” “Well, not instantenously. I actually need this to patch up a student that tripped. I got this from the infirmary and was about to return it. But I heard your groan so I came here.” he explained. “I see. Well, can I have the First Aid Kit? I need a bandage.” I said. He nods and approaches me. He places his doll and kit at the floor. He opens the kit as I lend my finger at him. He take out a bandage and carefully sticks it to my finger (I don't do health procedures, so yeah). I slightly blush at this. I didn't know he would be this kind, despite being so quiet and cold. “Thanks. I'm Y/n, by the way. Do you, by chance, have a name?” “I prefer to keep it a secret as of now. It's a pleasure to meet you.” he said. He stoods up and picks up his doll and the kit. “I wonder why are you still here. School is over, right?” “Well, there is something I want to finish. It's a gift for my sister.” I said as I showed him my quilt. “It certainly looks beautiful. Do you mind if I accompany you?” he asked. I was shocked! He wanted to accompany me? That's crazy. “Uhm... shouldn't you be at home? Your parents might be worried about you.” “I'll be fine. I can tell them about this.” “Well... if you insist.” I said. We chat as I finished my quilt. He gave me good tips and advices in sewing and quilting. He also showed me some of his works, which is wax dolls he made himself. Those dolls, however, had this very eerie feeling to them. But those dolls aside, we became more close and he warmed up to me.

At some point, I also just had a boyfriend. I've been keeping it a secret to prevent rumors. He's in the same school as me, and his name is Wesley. He's very adorable and very kind-hearted gentleman. He's slightly taller than me which makes it a teasing material. But we love eachother nonetheless. I plan to tell Doll Maker about this because I can trust him and we've been close for a while, and I already asked my boyfriend about this and gladly agreed. And so, I'm certain he can understand.

One day...
I inhaled and exhaled, next to my boyfriend. I prepared myself to tell my relationship to Doll Maker. I gently knock the door, which is the Sewing Club room. “Come inside.” he faintly said inside. I exhaled and open the door. He was sewing a doll, perhaps patching the doll. “Hey, Doll Maker! I have something to tell you.” I exclaimed happily. “Wow, you've pacified a famous boy.” Wesley joked and elbowed me. Doll Maker seemed froze as his doll dropped, with a needle in his hand. “Uhm, y'see... I have a boyfriend!” I said happily, not knowing he frozed. He then throws that one needle in his hand towards Wesley and hit his eye. Wesley groaned and screeched in pain, clubbing his eyes with his hands and fell onto his knees on the floor. I was shocked and knelt down beside him to see if he's okay. Then he grabbed another more needles and shot at him as he approached closer. I cried and begged him to stop but he didn't care the slightest. “Stop it! You're hurting him!! Why are you doing this??” I cried. His hands and his torso begins to bleed from all the needles that stabbed him. Doll Maker shot out his last needle which pierced the chest quite deep, which cause him to fall. I was stunned, I could barely do anything. I fell on my knees and cried with my hands coverring my face. I felt a gentle pat on the back, then strokes on the back. I slightly look to my left and saw Doll Maker patting me. “Calm down, dolly. He's not worth crying for. The only thing you can do now is love me with your pure heart.” he stated boldly. He looked very lustful for my love and insane. I was scared. But what else could I do? It's not like I could bring him back to life. All I could do now... is obey him...

Now I'm running out of endings as well lmao. Sad... :'(
Hope you enjoy this chapter, people!