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>>44113104
I would find it hotter if alice cheats on me with patchy.

>>44183769

There are only two explanations for someone having their house filled with dolls. They are either complete virgins or a serial killer. Alice's home isn't too far away from Marsia's but you feel so isolated (nobody would hear your screams) As you sit across the table from your date you really hope its the former. The blond haired woman sips her tea and stares at you as a doll serves up a plate of cookies. She flashes you a smile. You get it, she is either awkward around people and is trying to be nice, or she just figured out what she wants to do with your body. With her not offering much conversation, you figure you have to step up. "So these dolls" you say as you choose the first thing to come into mind "is it difficult to get them to move like that? With the magic, you know"

Alice's smile widens "Not once you get past the hurdle of actually using the magic. Form begets function, after-all, just see the Tsukumogami, and dolls having hands makes using them for all these tasks so much easier. In fact why I got into using dolls is..." she tells you a story about how she grew up. You're sure she's just making shit up. Her a demon? yeah right. Everyone told you she was born a human. But you nod along anyway.

When she finishes you excuse yourself from the table. "Oh, the bathroom? It's down that hall, second door the left" You thank her and go down the hall. This date has been going decent so far, in that you're still alive. You open the door, and this isn't the bathroom. It's a small, simple bedroom. Looks like it was meant for guests but hadn't seen any use in a while. A mirror, a dresser, a bed with a large shape under the covers, everything is normal. Woah, back up. Your heart thumps in your chest. You know checking on it would be a bad idea, but you need to know. If you're going to get murdered, you might as well find out how you'll die beforehand. You creep closer, and closer to the bed, grab the covers as you listen to see if Alice is creeping up on you. When you're sure she's not, you throw off the covers to see------

A doll. One the size of a man. It's clearly unfinished, with the face only having the vague outline of eye and a nose, but everything else seems to be well detailed when you drag your hand over the body. Maybe a too well detailed. You glance at it's neatly pressed trousers. You decide not to investigate much further, but you can guess on what you would find if you did.

You quickly sneak out of the room and finish your intended business and head back to the table, forcing a smile on your face. She doesn't seem suspicious, that's good. You have a bit of small talk and drink tea. After some time, a doll brings over a few charts. Alice breathes in "Hey Anon, I've got these charts for picking out the right colors for a doll's eyes and hair, and I thought you might want to find out where yours fall. They're, ah, a nice color you know" Your mind flashes back to that unfinished doll, with no hair or eyes. Oh no. But you have to agree or she'll get suspicious. You let the lonely magician examine you as she jots down some notes, moving your face this way and that. Thankfully she stops there. "Thank you for that, I really did enjoy our date. I'd like to see you again sometime" She gives you a smile. Was that a genuine statement or a threat? You can't tell with this girl


Bad(?) Ending 2
Alice isn't a wicked girl, but that doesn't mean it's always comfortable being around her.

>>43617451
You wake up and immediately know something is wrong. You're not in your room, rather you're on some table in some sort of workshop, maybe a basement? Then you notice that your body feels unnaturally heavy and weak, like you've been submerged in water and drained of all energy. Feeling just enough energy to turn your head, you notice a blond woman working on something at a table. When she finishes, she turns around and notices you. Giving you a smile, she closes the gap. "Awake now, my doll?" She says.

You struggle to get up or to speak, but you can't do either. the girl tuts. "Now, Now. We can't have you running around, we have so much work to do" She brushes a hand over your chest. Just barely being able to lift your head up to look, you see you're been dressed in a outfit that's so frilly, colorful and ostentatious it makes you wish you were naked instead. "Don't look so upset. There'll be plenty more for you to wear if you're good and follow through with your role" You don't want her to clarify, but she does "I've always wanted a doll that could think and move on its own, but that sort of creation is incredibly complex. But I may have been going at it wrong. Why create consciousness from scratch when I could work backwards? I could study how to make someone more doll-like, makes sense, right?" You attempt to thrash around, but nothing comes out of it. The girl waves over to a few dolls floating in the air, and they carry over a small hair containing a bowel of water and a hairbrush. As they place it down, she starts to brush your hair.

"Now Now, you'll be taken care of. I have no interest in breaking your mind or hurting you. You'll be fed and looked after, all I ask in return is that you do as I say and help me with my experiments. You'll be happy here, and you might even find that you've improved as part of it" She finishes brushing your hair and gives your head a little pat. Without warning, she hoists herself up on the table, pulling herself in a straddling position over you. She leans in, her breath hot in your ear "Besides my research, there's some things a man can do that a doll cannot, understand? I'm sure you're going to have a very enjoyable time" Your heart thumps in your chest as the implication sits in. "Now get up" she says as some force moves your body for you "We have a lot of work to do, and if we get it done and you obey, I might grant you the privileges of movement again, what do you say?"