Picking up a broken past (Drossel x Reader)

Realizations of truth

Cold sweat trickled down your forehead, matting your hair to your sticky head. Another nightmare. The floorboards creaked as someone approached your dim room, lit by a single candle. The doorknob rattle before the door opened to reveal the familiar ginger.
"I suppose you had another nightmare," Drossel's head titled to the side lightly and hung there, locked up. "So I thought to myself: maybe I should check up on you and make sure you get back to bed." The doll maker slowly closed the door behind himself and slowly entered your room eyeing you down with his purple glass eyes.
"Was it another nightmare about dolls? Me perhaps?"
Your heart stopped for a second at his bitter words that struck you with an intense pain. It was true, you were afraid of this odd man. He was the doll maker for your family, the Mandalays, and you often watched him craft intricate dolls made out of wax and other fine objects. But, the day his soul was reaped, you were left alone at your residence until he found hostage into his new make shift body which was a doll itself. Every night you stood up as he would sing the same song over and over as he worked, which slowly drove you mad in fear.
He sat at the edge of your bed and untangled your hair with his wooden fingers that occasionally locked up in your locks. You flinched as his hard fingers worked it's way through the tangled knots of your hair, loosening each strand.
"You must take care of your silky hair, my lady. You must get some sleep to keep your skin as smooth as porcelain. "
After a while, you became used to his constant references to dolls and doll making. It was all he did, 24/7.
"I know, I know." Your hand brushed against his wooden one signaling him to stop.
"I thought to myself: that I would make sure you knew that you must take care of yourself."
"I'm not a child anymore Drossel"
His bland expression began to show shock and confusion but slowly turned to that of hurt and sorrow.
"You're right. You don't call me Lele anymore or watch me in fascination," Drossel slowly stood up, his joints creaking, "do I bore you?" You heard sadness in his monotone voice. Were you getting bored of this living doll with his everyday routine that was always the same? How he worked in his room, letting termites feast on his wooden parts, singing the same song over and over day in and day out, his speech pattern, was it boring you?
"I wondered," he swiveled his head around slowly as his gears only allowed him to and stared at you,"do you not love me anymore?"
You couldn't stand him talking about such nonsense so you got up and hugged him from behind and wrapped your small arms around his bigger body. His body was hard like wood but had a human feel to it. His slender like fingers lightly grazed against your hands as you clenched to his vest in angst. With his head still facing behind him, he glanced down at you to see you burying your face into his back.
"Why do you say such things Drossel?" Your voice cracked as your eyes began to burn as you teared up. "You never bore me. You're never boring to me. I still love you Lele." Your voice came to a soft whisper as you silently cried into his back. With a quick movement, you were in front of Drossel, caught in his embrace. He pulled you close to his chest and slowly stroked your head, comforting you. His head now faced you and was now buried in your hair. You relaxed, feeling his presence so close to you. Your legs began to feel numb as you were getting sleepy. Drossel took note of this and swept you off your feet gracefully and lightly placed you into bed and tucked you in. "So I thought to myself, why not show you a fun time tomorrow?" Placing a kiss upon your forehead he blew out the candle and creeped out of your room and softly closed the door.