"Really? You can really bring TaeTae back?!" He says as his eyes glow up. "Of course! I will show you how to make millions and millions of dolls!" "Will they all be my friends?" "Of course!" "Wait..you said to make a deal — what do I give you in return?" "We'll get to that part later but right now let's focus on how to make dolls, yeah?" The boy hesitates but agrees to it either way, making the unknown man smirk. "Before we get started, I should probably know what you look like sir." The boy stares at the man. The man took a heavy sigh and snapped his fingers, making them teleport to a cabin in the middle of a very dark and foggy forest. The man swings the cloak off and on to the coating rack. Revealing a man with pale as pure sugar skin like his hair and gray, lifeless eyes.
"Now that you have seen my face, shall we get to work?" The boy responded with a nod. The man then rolled up his sleeves and started to collect materials like wooden shaped arms, legs, heads, and all sorts for the body. He pulled out paint and brushes. "Where did you get all of this?" The teen said as he picked up a broken doll's face. "Many different places, kid and call me Agust and not 'sir' or 'mister' anymore, got it?" "Agust — okay!" With that, they immediately went to work. At first, the teen was very bad at making dolls but over the course of time, as he got older and turned into a man in his 20's — he became a master at creating dolls— which got him the name, the doll maker, Jk
to the point in which he started to make living dolls. Dolls with lives of their very own. One day while enjoying a cup of earl grey tea, someone stumbled to the cabin and looked lost in the woods.
It was a female with blonde hair and brown, chocolate eyes. "Please! I'm sorry for the intrusion but you gotta help me!" The girl says as her face was overwhelmed with panic. Something in the male's head told him to do it, 'Jk, take her into the house' Jk listened to that voice. He led her into the house and set her on the couch. "Can I get you some water?" "Yes, please." When he headed to the kitchen, he heard footsteps coming out of the darkened hallway, assuming it was most likely Agust. "Jk *yawn* did you get my wine yet-oh" he makes eye-contact with the girl. He throws Jungkook a questioning look. "This is our guest, Agust." "I see." Agust trails off for a second but then throws the girl a smile. "And what's your name?" "L-Lisa." "Well it's nice to meet you Lisa." "Likewise." Lisa smiled. "Hey Jk, why don't you show Lisa your dolls?" That sentence made Jk smirk. "Why of course! How could I be so rude! Lisa, Care to see my beautiful boys and girls?" Lisa shifted in her seat, uncomfortable that a 20-year old man plays with dolls. "Uhh...I guess." "Wonderful!" Jk claps his hands together and leads her to his office which also was his bedroom. Lisa looked around the room and saw millions of dolls on shelves that were struggling to stay on the wall. In the center of the room, a wooden rocking chair and a wooden desk that had many doll parts overflowing on the table but at the same time — it was very neatly organized. "Wow." Lisa looked around with wide, wonderness eyes that took everything in that was surrounding her. She has never met a doll maker before, not even an attractive one and yet here we are. "Please, take a seat." He then pulls up another chair and settles down —with her following in the other chair. They talked for a little while, and she told him about everything she had in her memory— born in the early 30's. Her mother was a baker, her father was a blacksmith, which was quite the interesting pair but Jk has no room to judge since he is an orphan who caused himself to be an orphan but meh, what can you do in this weird world of ours? She grew up with a pretty good life, had many friends, her parents loved her (which was a bonus), never experienced hardship or pain (must be nice), and always got what she desired. A complete definition of what you call a "spoiled brat" — that's what Jk thought of her anyway.
Jk: Now that I think about it...Agust told something like this before...
' a flashback of when Jk was still a teenager and learning how to make dolls'
"Remember JK, Dolls are made by the emotions of humans. Humans is what make dolls feel alive — they make them feel..important like they have a purpose in their life. That's what makes them alive, moving, breathing. You need a human's soul to create a friend out of plastic or wood."
Jk's flashback ended with him scrunching up his nose. He comes right back to the reality where Lisa is still talking, looking all happy to tell him all her life story — maybe she just wants to know him in return. That made Jk chuckle.
Jk: We will see about that.
The thought made him smirk. He felt adrenaline rush down his spine. He knows what to do. He had a vision about it and it was beautiful. He got up from his chair and danced his way to his record player, making the needle touch the disc that started to go around and around on an endless loop. He danced his way over to Lisa and said "My dear, would you mind if I ask you for a dance?" He reaches his hand out. Lisa perks up from hearing that. "Why of course not!" She took his hand and they started to dance like two autumn leaves on a windy day...eventually leaves begin to crumble... They danced and danced until the sun began to set. Spinning and spinning until Lisa started to begin to feel uneasy, "H-hey, shouldn't we stop?" "Why would you want to stop? This is so much fun!" Jk giggles, showing his smile. She felt unsure but still continued to dance. Then suddenly, the spinning got faster and faster to the point where Lisa started to bleed out of her eyes, "J-Jk we should stop, I-I can't breath." She gasps for air but Jk kept on getting faster each time she would try to catch a breath, resulting in Lisa's eyes bursting with blood gushing out of her eye sockets and mouth. It was such a beautiful sight. Jk lets go of her wrists, making her fall to the floor with a brutal thud. "Wasn't that fun?"