'~in a society where dolls have levels of consciousness, a level 3 doll is created, Wally Darling, created by Barnaby B. Beagle, an artisan of a famous store, he decides to fight against prejudice and for the acceptance of dolls of level 3 , trying to understand the feelings and complexities of human society~'
warning: The Fanfic will contain situations , contents and some shipps that cannot please everyone ( only wally x Barnaby will possibly not please), but I hope you can at least enjoy the little that pleases you, I don't want to force anyone to read the fanfic, but I also don't want to get hate, so if something bothers you, please let me know, sometimes it can be something really wrong that I didn't realize how wrong it was, keeping that in mind, enjoy the fic^^
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.