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Aesop 💀 Y/n, the Patisserie

"Doll"

Y A N D E R E I repeat! Y A N D E R E!

          You, Y/n, are a patisserie, who loved making candies. You were brought to the manor after a letter had left you curious about an old friend. Though your mind was fuzzy, there were little fragments from your memory about who you are, and what you were, but alas you had become a hollowed out candy, like an m&m without chocolate. Once you were soaked in this dangerous, and anti-social atmosphere, you were lost, like a cotton candy tossed into the water. You were like a raccoon, finding that cotton candy, only to see nothing, but your cloudy reflection.

          You sat, unmoving as your mind was lost in the hard candies you have just made. It was only you that remained in the dining room. You could hear Mr. Pierson and Ms. Woods' vividly disturbing interactions, yet you were not bothered by Mr. Pierson's tauntings. As you sat still, you were awakened by arms that embraced you gently, despite the seat that separated your back from his chest. You knew it was Aesop. From your lifeless expression, despite being fully alive, the embalmer was most likely to hold you like this.

          "Mr. Carl," you called, your voice not above a whisper as it had withered from too much sweets. You were very much quiet, and still, like a doll. "A doll-like beauty like yours should be preserved," he whispered, his hand caressing your porcelain-skinned face. "Much like that geisha, however, your eyes held a lifeless glint, much like the deceased," he continued to describe. "Quite pretty. Oh how I would love to embalm you." You were unnerved, as he had only shown this side of him to you, whenever you are alone with him.

            He flinched, and left once he hears the doors open to see Mr. Pierson, the thief. "What are you looking at?" You shook your head and remained still. You knew inside that he had lost himself as well, much like everyone in the manor. As you were losing each and every crystal candy fragments of your past, he was like a sour candy, that had lost its sweet side. 'Such a shame,' you thought, as everyone was dying inside, though no one is aware. The talking scarecrow that had entertained you in your garden visit was gone, probably disposed by the gardener, though you couldn't pinpoint the exact reason. Perhaps it was an unsightly image in the garden? You looked back to the embalmer, who stuck to you out of your unwavering beauty, like a glacier that never melts. The embalmer... you couldn't tell if he has been losing himself everyday, accumulated with his occupation.

          Unknowingly, Aesop had long lost the eye on singing the beauty of life, as the dead had pleased him more. However, upon seeing you, he was intrigued as the beauty of life wasn't in you, despite your good health. You were much more dull, much more lifeless, much more broken like a hard candy that had been crushed by a hammer. From that day on, from the day he set his eyes on you, he decided to see the stitches he need to do, he started to laugh at the unsightly thing that shall come to you in due time. Truly, he had lost it, however he kept it well hidden under his stoic, and reserved persona.

          It was yet again, another match. You, Emma, Emily, and Aesop were brought to the dark match room this fine evening, to play the game that cycles throughout the day. You were in a white pristine blouse tucked in by a light pink puffy skirt, and your apron. On your hand was a whisk, with pink icing that had dirties the blouse. You had light pink stockings and candied doll shoes, and you had pink blotches of batter and icing everywhere. Lastly was a small chef hat, sprinkles that littered on your hair and a small bowl of batter, which was your specialty.

           As you decoded through the cold nights of Leo's Memory, you shivered, typing away the cipher as the metals stick to your hands. After finishing a cipher, you went your dangerous way as someone was now in the chair. It was Emily Dyer. You could see a faint outline of a mirror, that you now knew was Mary's mirror. Mary was the hunter, and for you, her abilities were hard to master, for sure, so you had nothing but admiration for her. You began your chase when she noticed you, and you immediately plopped in your first trap, a battery mess as you see Mary's speed decrease, as she was also stunned. Immediately you had rescued your teammate, Emily, and watch her run free.