Autumngirl20

"Seriously? Aren't you too old to have...stuffed dolls, [y/n]?" Sonic.EXE frowned as he, from inside your computer screen, watched you place your Tails doll up on the shelf in your closet. Earlier today, you found him by a dumpster. One of his eyes was missing and he had several tears in his body, through which stuffing was falling out as you picked him up. There was also a slightly frown on his face. You were rather upset at the fact that someone had the heart to throw the doll away like trash instead of simply donating him to a less fortunate child. So you took it upon yourself to put your sewing skills to the test by taking him home and

"Hey Mewtwo...how are you feeling today?" You asked the Legendary calmly, though it seemed kind of forced because of how nervous you were. Your coworkers, as well as the lead scientist, were behind you, observing your interaction with their creation: Mewtwo. You've worked on many projects regarding Mewtwo in the past, but unlike those Mewtwos you met, this one in particular seemed incapable of feeling...anything, not even pain. He didn't hate humans, nor loved them. He was...neutral to them in a sense. "To be honest, Miss [l/n]...I'm not sure how I feel," he answered quietly. 'Just as I predicted..' You sighed. Even though Mewtwo was genui

The next day, you joined them as you rode your (h/c) horse while posing as a royal guard. You wore the same outfit as the other royal guards, but beneath this attire was your own attire of your disguise. You kept watching all the men try to fit the glass boot. Whether it's a baker, a villager, or even an old man! But none of them weren't the one you're looking for as their foot didn't fit in the glass boot. You listened to Captain Theodore speaking with the Grand Duchess, who was riding on the coach. Grand Duchess Katherine claimed that the next location will be the last. You didn't want yourself worried as you arrived at the estate owned by

After you left the pub, you sat on the ground outside surrounded by wooden coffins. You were heartbroken as you were told by your undead parents that Victor was already going to marry another woman. You couldn't believe it was too late for you to go back to the land of the living and you were unsure what should you do now. "I don't believe it... I'm too late." You said to yourself as you stared at your handmade ring on your left ring finger. You remembered the day you first met Victor. You heard someone playing the piano and you met Victor at the main hall. He was a brilliant pianist, to tell the truth. Victor may be clumsy, but he's a nice