Jason the Toymaker x reader {My little Doll}

Jason the Toymaker x reader {My little Doll}

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Ever since you were a little girl you had adored dolls. Although as the years went by you had slowly lost interest in the little things as you were nearing the age of a young adult. On a particular day, there was a new doll placed near the collection of the objects, but it looked so brand new like it was just made from an expensive factory. A few days later you soon lost interest in the little object just like the others. However, recently every time you had lost interest in one doll, a new one appeared in your room. You just presumed your parents bought you new ones because you didn't tell them your losing interest in the little things, but after a while, you started to think there was a camera. After you searched every nook and cranny of your room, you concluded there was no camera. You started to feel paranoid every time a new doll was put into your room. Your mind didn't like this one bit, the days passed by and your collection grew slowly bigger. The paranoia will only grow from here...... Cover art by Lovet.
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