DISCLAIMER: I wrote this back when TDD wasn't a Webtoon Originals, which means you'll find spoilers in this story if you just started reading the new version!!! If you'd like to read my work anyway, I'd suggest you skip to special chapters which aren't numbered!!! [First Person POV] Following the story of Paris and Yumi in The Dummy's Dummy, you are a 17 year old hyperactive girl with a sassy attitude, ready to kick ass! Even Paris' ass if you have to! Bonus: -Memes that are probably outdated when you aren't reading this real time. -Intermission AUs (Toy!(Y/N), Mafia AU, Swap AU) -Holiday Specials. Art by Mocha herself, I traced over it because it was a panel from the comic and not an artwork (plus it was blurry as heck) Come find me on tumblr as @justphilia and maybe bully me into updating, ha ha. (#1 thedummysdummy 6/23/19)

You are (Y/n) and you were abused by your dad. He overdosed, and your mom died in a car accident. You ran away, not wanting to go to an orphanage. You messed with somethings you shouldn't have... You were soon found by the police and sadly, went to the one place you feared. You cried yourself to sleep in the orphanage. Within a week you were adopted by two people named Atsuko and Nora. They had another adopted child named Yumi. This takes place right after the papers were signed for them to be your legal parents. (Not sure if I should say this, but I don't wanna get sued. ) READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED (Did I even say it correctly?)

Yumi shot up in bed, attempting to catch her breath. A layer of sweat coating her forehead, feeling hot under her blankets she kicked them off. Pulling her knees to her chest she relayed the events in her mind, her nightmares were more vivid than ever. A girl... a porcelain music box... a knife... a wall of dolls... lily... a camera... "Yumi?" The sound of a smooth voice pulls the pale girl from her trance, letting out a breath she turned to face the puppet that sat on her bedside table. He was gazing at her with a glint of concern in his ruby eyes, his posture straight as always, and legs crossed over the edge of the table. Yumi relaxed, letting go of her legs and adverting her gaze. "Are you alright?" "Yeah..." yumi muttered, glancing at the living puppet before letting out a sigh. She moved her seating position to sit comfortably, looking to the porcelain man before speaking. "I had another dream" ---------------------------------- The unexpected dream puts Paris's mission to inspect kay's camera on hold. A young woman and her collection of dolls and hobby of photography's life is on the line. A small porcelain music box, known only as "caroline", is in need of a good smashing. Unknowingly to the team of creation destroyers, a new accomplice is near. ---------------------------------- all rights for 'the dummy's dummy' goes to mochamura on tapas/webtoons. all I own is the artwork(cover) and fanfic storyline. characters are owned by the original owner. I do not claim and will never claim to own these characters minus [y/n] who is an insert. thank you, enjoy

although yumi might have found paris alone in the box, he hadn't been created to work without a partner. "but where did his partner go?" you might ask. well, you'll have to discover that by yourself. (also, just a warning, the reader is a girl in this story) //Hey guys, tianivari here! Sorry about the length between chapter posts, life has been distracting me way too much.

You're Yumi's step-sister, which meant you were adopted by Nora and her wife; Atsuko. Despite being the age of eighteen, the mothers treat you as if you were their own. You have a strange talent, a talent of wielding scissors as weapons. It's strange, yes, but you found the skill useful for defense. You can also heal in abnormal rate and hear voices in your head, you are far from normal. The only people who know of your gift is Yumi and the twins. Well, they only know of the voices that harbor in your head. One fateful dark night, you were awoken by Yumi frantically. What will happen soon after? Who would you meet that would change your life? (This is originated from Webtoon called The Dummy's Dummy.)

I do not own all the characters! "The Dummy's Dummy" from WEBTOON belongs to mochamura. . . . {Paris was a specific order given: To stop everything the creator created.} {But little did he know...he wasn't the only one that is also trying to stop them.} {This is a romance story between you and Paris the puppet, but I do try to make it a little mochamura-style too!} {Hope you'll enjoy!} . . . The picture that I used as the cover isn't mine either! It belongs to the creator of "The Dummy's Dummy".

━━━━ 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 ✉️ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ❝ I don't think it'll be a problem. Toys are fairly easy to fix than humans. ❞ ━━━━ Toys are meant to be played with as a child, but your life takes a turn to find a living doll that plays with you and your emotions. Nothing but emotionless underneath all that cold crafted wood. Strangely, he doesn't seem all that scary to you. Will it ever understand true emotions? 📁 ── ❛ length ៸៸ words ❜ ───────────── ── ❏ started ;; 12.17.18 ── ❏ ended ;; OO.OO.OO ── ❏ word count ;; OO,OOO 📁 ── ❛ goals ៸៸ credits ❜ ───────────── ✔︎ #1 The Dummy's Dummy 1/31/19 © art • mochamura © IzTerp © mochamura • The Dummy's Dummy

You're just a kid looking for something to do while being stuck inside at all times. Since school has been shut down, you've been nocturnal, sleeping the day away and staying awake while the world rest. Then one day, or rather, night, you have an unexpected, and somewhat, unwelcomed guest who needs your help. You and your sister can help uncover his forgotten past. (Yes, i do have another Paris x reader that is unfinished. I currently am out of ideas for that fanfic, but I decided to entertain y'all with something else.)