Yandere Doll Master X Female Reader

"I... I couldn't escape, if we escape, we would be locked in another room and tortured till we die!."

You stared at the television screen as you heard the girl who was about your age speak these words in horror. Never in your life had you seen someone trembling in so much fear. This show you were watching, was life and it was majorly about a girl who escaped from the 'Doll House' as many people called it. The exact location was unknown. This 'Doll House' was a home to a hundred kidnapped girls, the kidnapper as well wasn't known, but with few information here and there, it was said that he was a teenage boy, about seventeen years old who never aged, because for more than a hundred years, ever since the 19th century, when the kidnapping suddenly started, his face hasn't changed a single bit. The boy's parents were found dead and a writing on the wall, with their blood: They tried taking my doll.

The detectives were so unsure what was happening, because back then, he was only six years old.

"We were dressed as dolls... Each with different doll dressing," She continued, "And we all had our own room and each had a wardrobe with a thousand doll gown of the same kind."

The interviewer asked with interest in his eyes, "A hundred girls?"

"Yes!" She replied, "Some had passed away and their graves were outside, and these were the graves of the girls who grew old and died. There also was skeletons littered on the bridge, in the torment room, in the discipline room, in the white room... These bones weren't buried or whatsoever, they were known as the 'Skipping dolls' because they tried escaping the doll house Instead of staying there and growing old before dying in his hands--"

"Y/N!" Your Mom called and you felt like screaming, because your mother's voice was louder than then girl's voice on TV.

"Mom! I'm coming, one second!" You yelled back as you noticed the girl was about saying something really interesting,

".... And apart from his real name, we call him, Master--"

You swore you were ready to hear another word from her mouth when suddenly....

BANG!

A bullet ran through her skull, leaving you, the viewer shocked and perplexed.

It happened slowly but at the same time, with enough speed to kill her in one go.

"....." You stood frozen, forgetting your mother once called you.

The camera man did a great job to view the exact spot the bullet came flying from and there you saw it. A lady, about twenty-two years old with a rifle in her hand, she stood on the railing of the upper floor, yup, the railing. She was mumbling words which weren't meant to be heard and what caught your attention was the brown doll gown with flowers design embroidered on it, that she was wearing; Neat and beautiful. Her blonde hair and blue eyes made you gasp at her beauty (and also made you compare your beauty to hers, ironically) she truly looked like a doll. Especially with her black polished shoe and white socks.... She was the perfect description of a model.

And like that, she disappeared into the shadows, like Batman would do. The men around called the security, but you knew it was over for the girl on the floor.... 

She was dead already.

As you stood with your jaws dropped, your mother walked past you, pushing it back in place.

When reality struck you, a rush of fear filled your heart.

"Watching horror movies again?" Your mom asked, not looking too happy (She was annoyed).

"No.... Mom... Gun... Girl.... Shot.... TV.... Live... Girl.... Killed.... Dolls"

"What's wrong with you? DIDN'T I CALL YOU FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO! BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T COME, I HAD TO TAKE THE CAKE OUT OF THE OVEN AND AT THE SAME TIME, CARRY THE POT FROM THE FIRE AND ALSO PLACE THE KETTLE ON THE FIRE?!."

You were definitely confused. How did she do that in just fifteen minutes... There was enough time to do everything even without calling you (You never knew your Mom added more time. It had only been two minutes and she only had to take the cake from the oven. etc. The reason for her calling you, was unknown....)

"Sorry Mom" You said as she grumbled knowing your confused face tells her more.

".... Just go get some icing sugar from Miss Lydia, so I can make a fondant icing to wrap the cake, so I only can eat it."

"What! What about me?"

"You helped me with anything? Huh? So go get what I asked you to."

You pouted after hearing this and dragged your legs outside the house. You were busy enjoying the TV shows and the news that you forgot about helping your mom. Maybe you might sneak some cake slices when she won't be looking.... Or maybe... She might share with you (A/N: Not happening.)

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Miss Lydia's bakery wasn't far from where you stayed, as a matter of fact, a snail can get there in about fifteen seconds.

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!

You landed three solid knocks on Miss Lydia's door. You saw that her bakery was locked and decided that her house would be better.

"The door's open!" You heard her say.

"Oh, Okay."

Walking inside, you saw the place was already decorated for a ceremony you never knew she would be celebrating.

"Oh, Hola Y/N, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Hola, to you too... Erm... I need to get some stuffs from the bakery... One stuff... Just an icing sugar."

"..... Okay, get the key!" She threw a key at you, you know she was busy, maybe her family members were coming... Of course they were coming.

"Okay?"

"Get what you want from the store and... Get me back from the key... Pay the money later... I'm busy."

"Yeah..."

Taking the key, you rushed down to the store, looking for the icing sugar... As you passed through shelves in despair, you heard the sound of the bell. It was a signal someone entered the store.

Was a thief...

Or a burglar...

You never know.

However, you had to check.

Leaning on the other end of the shelf, you became a peeping Tom, but your peeping became irrelevant when you saw no one at the entrance.

"Are you okay?"

The sudden question from a male voice made you flinch and when you turned back, you saw a boy, about eighteen years old. He had long jet-black hair and heterochromia eyes, crimson red and lavender purple. He looked too perfect to be true, especially with his black top and trousers. He was like a handsome anime boy who came to reality.

As you were about gasping out from your day dreaming. You soon noticed he was carrying a four year old child who had a short black hair, reaching her neck and also who was wearing a yellow floral gown, it had the style of the 19th century. 

The girl had wide eyes and black orbs. She glared at you with a smile and she was a really beautiful child. Especially with her black shoes and white socks... Something which deadly seems familiar.

As you looked away from the girl to the boys face, you soon noticed that he was glaring at you, like a Lion ready to pounce on it's prey.

Your whole impression of him disappeared when he said, "... My... New... Play... Thing! My new doll."

And you didn't hesitate to say, "Are You losing a screw or are you talking to the packets on the shelves.