Utter Perfection | Lou X Reader

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(Y/N)'s POV

"I know you hope to go to the big, you know where!" A smooth voice sang out.

'Oh. My. Doll...That's Lou?' I thought to myself as I laid eyes on the beloved leader.

He was perfect, in every way...except...

Screaming from the crowd grew louder with his words, many of the dolls fainted from his overwhelming presence, only being held up by the helpful robot who pushed them back in place.

"And you're here to try to earn your ticket there!" He serenaded the crowd once more.

"Ahhhhhh!!" Some female dolls cried out in excitement.

"Better listen now or you haven't got a prayer! Let me break it down, ooh..." He sang, cascading down the stairs skipping a few in the process.

Dancing down the stage, taking a moment to strut and show off his perfect runway features, he began to sing more of his song.

"If you want someone to love ya, babe, you gotta look like me (like me)" he sang, being backed up by a few male dolls.

'I highly doubt that, I'm as perfect as they come...unlike you, and that crooked collar...' I thought to myself as I tried to refrain from running up there and fixing it.

He must've looked over it by accident before he came out, which on his part is a foul.

"Gotta be flawless, pure perfection, not for shelf (Not a shelf!)" He informed us through song.

'He's not wrong...most of these dolls haven't got a chance' I thought to myself as I glanced around at all the different dolls.

"And my first impression of ya, as far as I can see (Can see!) Is you simply can't compete with my sweet self! (Your sweet self!)" He sang, making an innocent face towards the crowd.

Lifting an eyebrow, I couldn't help but to slightly tap my foot to the beat of the song...it was growing on me.

"Is your hair as thick as mine? (No!) Are your arms as bumped as mine? (No!) Are the moves you got as drop dead hot as this? (No, no they ain't!)" He sung judgmentally towards a few dolls who were lined up.

'He better not say any of that to me, because I'll say it right back. Try me blondie' I thought to myself as he continued.

"Is your profile half this fine? (No!) If not, let me hit you with the bottom line. Got to measure up or you won't get eternal bliss! (Ooh!)" He sung towards another line of hopeful dolls waiting to be judged.

"So let me be honest...(Honest!) I got to be honest...(Honest!) I'm gonna be honest (Honest!) Whether you like it or not!" He shouted out as he walked down a few stairs.

'If I'm being completely honest Louis, I think you should take a few moments from singing and fix that crooked collar-' I thought to myself, being interrupted by his ruthless comments towards the many dolls that surrounded him.

"You're much too short! (Too short!) You're way too thin! (Too thin!) Is that a blemish on your double chin? (Oh man!)" He sang as he pointed out each doll.

"Don't never walk the runway (No!) Or man a kissing booth (Mwah!) You're U-G-L-Y (Ugly!) And that's the ugly truth!" He revealed to them as some dolls spelled out said words with their bodies.

"Wow, they're so flexible..." I murmured to myself quietly, losing focus on the song for a couple minutes as I watched them do the same movements over, and over.

Throughout the rest of the song, I only caught tiny parts of what he was saying. Something about 'glutes' being tight and crooked teeth.

I was taken out of my thoughts when Lou interrupted his own song with a loud shouting of, "WAIT!"