Doll x Reader
How you've got yourself into this is not important. What is important, however, is what is about to happen, and if there is a way to escape.
The pink man caresses your head, and here you realize - you can't do anything. Or you will die. The last thing you remember is someone orange pointing a gun at you, and a sharp pain in the back of your head. And that pain still lingers, albeit weaker.
You want to utter something, but you can't, there's a pacifier in your mouth. The terror sets in. You look at him. Behind those blue glasses are two dot eyes, and below a wide smile. He almost looks welcoming, but something isn't right. Are you wearing a diaper right now? You are.
"Easy there, little buddy."
He pulls you closer. For how long will this last, you ask yourself. Just wait it out, he'll get bored and will let you go eventually, right? No, you resist and try to get out of his grasp, but he's stronger.
"Wow, wow, now is not the time for play, baby. Let dada Doll give you some love first."
That name. Why would a man choose such a name? What is he planning to do? He stops petting you and pulls you in for a hug. You stay like that for a while. You can feel him breathing into your neck. Putting the absurdity and horror of this situation aside, this feels… comforting? Almost comforting. You refuse to believe what you feel. This is sinister. This is horrible. If it wasn't, you wouldn't be kept here by force. You really do feel helpless like a baby.
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