Yandere Eldritch Femboy Part 2
You thought that the Dollhouse incident would just be a one-off event. But unfortunately due to the unusual reaction the Dollmaster had towards you, you were once more dragged into that Godforsaken place.
Oh, and also something broke out of containment too.
Link to prior part: Part 1
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Ever since the first investigation, you've had reoccurring dreams of Site 8008. You wandered through halls that were both familiar and not, warping and twisting around you. They evaded definite shapes or forms; one moment an arched window with damask curtains were to your right, the next a shelf full of dolls were in its place. Time didn't exist while you meandered.
Then, you'd see that same damn frilled-up abomination seated at his throne in the tea room. His legs dangling over the arm rest as he slouched, one hand supporting his head.
He'd flash you a toothy grin, his white teeth contrasting against his dark lips like blades in a dark alleyway. One long leg would swing out of his seat as he slowly strolled towards you. Each clack of his shoe echoing out like a funeral bell. As his long fingers were about to graze your cheek, you'd break out into a run.
Before he could reach you, your eyes would snap open and you'd jolt out of your bed covered in sweat.
".... You can't be serious, are you?" One of them murmured.
"Unfortunately, it's been gone for almost three days at this point."
You craned your head slightly, your job momentarily about. What's going on? Doesn't look too good if they're that worried. Please do not tell me that frilled nightmare somehow managed to leave its house.
"(Y/N). You are to return to Site 8008. How the Dollmaster reacted to your presence is unusual and we need to research and monitor it."
"Got no choice now, do I?" You sighed, looking up to the ceiling.
Although he hadn't reduced you to a meaty mess on the floor, you weren't exactly thrilled or looking forward to being cuddled by a reality-defying femboy. Who knows when he'd snap and decide you'd be better off as a mound of mashed organs, or as some twisted creature trapped in eternal agony to keep as a pet.
"Arrive here tomorrow at 0700-- sharp."
Aye, aye captain. "Of course."
"Once more, just go in and document any and all things that go on in there during your exploration." The researcher said. "We're especially interested in the Dollmaster's reactions and interactions."
"I know, I know." You grumbled as the vehicle door's swung open.
Craning your head up, you were greeted with the looming figure of the Dollhouse once more. The house seemed... eager. The pastels looked brighter and airier than it was last time. The flowers surrounding it were larger and lusher; a pleasant and soft smell came from them, tempting you to step forward.
Glancing over your shoulder towards the research team and the five armed guards, you entered the Dollhouse and quietly closed the door behind you.
When the door was fully shut, the Dollmaster appeared right in front of you. His hair was now powder-pink and styled with a massive ribbon holding part of it back, drifting like tentacles. His eyes were now lipstick-fuchsia with heart-shaped pupils and framed with a subtle wash of rose-colored eyeshadow.
"Sweetie boop!" He grinned, leaning forward with his hands behind his back. "I missed you so much!"
You didn't say anything, eyeing the front door and debated whether getting gunned down would be more merciful than this. "Right... Your hair and eyes look different..."
"Oh, yes! Sometimes I change it depending on how I'm feeling like a mood ring, or just want a new look!" He giggled, running a hand through his locks. "Does it look good?"
"Why do you sound so uncertain?" He pouted. "Do you not like it? Did you want me to go back to my default look instead?"
"T-that's not what I meant. I just don't really have a strong feeling one way or the other." You swallowed thickly. "So if you want to keep it, go ahead. I just don't mind."
"But I look good, right?"
His smile returned, wider than before. "You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that! I've been preparing for when you'd come back! You don't know how much time I put into the perfect outfit alone! I was debating whether to go with my usual one or to give my black one with the corset detailing a try; but I figured the latter one would be too risqué for the time being! Then, I rummaged around some more and found this darling little white blouse that I haven't seen in a while! And I haven't even gotten to what to wear for bottoms yet!"
"Come!" He gently tugged your wrist. "We've got a lot of catching up to do!"
"You've got no idea how much I've missed you! I barely kept my temper in check while being pestered by those abysmal researchers and their unending questions!" He threw a hand towards his forehead. "They said that if I complied, I could see you again. So of course, I did as they asked--"
While he jabbered on and on, you warily eyed the armada of dolls looking back at you. Some of them had massive grins on their faces and flashed several rows of serrated teeth. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Just before you looked away one of them, a clown, waved at you.
Of course it's a fucking clown.... You swallowed.
"They asked me about my 'positive reaction' towards you and what the deal with that was. The simple answer is that even I want someone to show affection towards. And that you're so precious and--"
You looked behind once more to see that the clown doll was gone. God fucking dammit. That thing is gonna kill me if he doesn't first!
"Honey bunny?" He suddenly stopped and you nearly ran into his cinched waist.
"You seem nervous..." He turned towards you. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, him? He's just off doing a few small chores around here; nothing to worry about!" He beamed and opened the tea room's door.
The room seemed cozier than the last time you've been here, with the furniture being plusher and less formal. The smell of vanilla and lavender permeated the room, enveloping you like a warm and well-loved blanket while you were ushered in. A few throw blankets and pillows here and there, soft rugs were scattered about and layered over each other in a haphazard manner. In the center, was a small round table in the center while a polished serving cart was parked right beside it. There was even a lit fireplace off to the left behind his seat, the flames twisting and crackling pleasantly while he sashayed towards a cabinet.
"Now, what kind of tea are you in the mood for?" He asked, swaying his hips as he glanced over his shoulder.
One that isn't made from the souls of your past victims. "Uh.... Chamomile if you have any."
"Of course! There's plenty!" He took out a tea tin, which then floated over towards the serving car as a teabag was pulled out and set inside the pot.
Before you could blink, he materialized right in front of your face. Both off his hands were behind his back as he leaned in; his nose almost touched yours while a smirk stretched on his glossed lips.
"W-what's with that look?" You swallowed.
"Well, that's because..." The smirk evolved into a grin, "I have a gift for you!" He thrusted a box towards you.
Your heart dropped to your feet. The breath in your lungs stalled as you looked at the box: a scarlet ribbon tied around the cotton candy-pink like lacerations. You knew that nothing good can come from opening it. Your eyes drifted up towards the Dollmaster looking at you expectantly.
Swallowing thickly, your shaking hand reached for the ribbon's end. The satin felt too smooth, too soft under your skin. You held your breath and slowly tugged on the ribbon's end. It smoothly slid off, falling to the ground like a bloodied bandage.
Laying among a nest of lilac and vanilla paper was a stuffed rabbit. Its fur was pristine snow-white with dark purple eyes which sparkled like polished amethysts. A powder-rose bow was tied around its neck, matching its velvet vest fastened with silver heart-shaped buttons.
"I made it myself!" He beamed. "It's cute, right?"
"Yeah...." You numbly responded.
"You don't sound too certain...." He tilted his head, his impossibly pretty face twisting into a look of worry. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"
His lips pressed into a firm line. "Certain?"
"Yeah." You looked away. "Actually: I do have something to ask?"
"Have you been outside for the last few days?"
"No, why?" He shook his head. "Did something happen?"
"I don't know.... The researchers looked worried about something."
"I don't really know." You swallowed thickly.
"Alright then," he sighed. "Oh well! Let's have some tea and not worry about anything! Now take a seat and make yourself comfortable!"
You sat down on the massive round velvet ottoman with a mound of pillows on it. Instantly, you sank into it as your legs flew up before settling down. Across from you, he took his seat at the throne and poured out two cups of tea.
"Is there anything you'd like with this?" He asked, stirring cream into his.
"What about London fog cookies?"
"Oooh! Good choice!" He patted your head. "We'll get those ready soon! However, since I know that you like to sneak off while I'm getting our refreshments, I'll be having the help get it instead."
Damn it! Your jaw clenched up as your head swerved away from his hand. How the hell am I gonna get out of this?
"Now then, is there anything else you'd like for snacks?" He brushed a hand through his hair. "Such as lavender-and-rose tea bread, or some sugar cookies, or--"
"Actually, I need something else."
"Oh, and what is it?" He straightened up.
"Oh yes, I forgot that humans have to worry about... sanitary needs." He snapped his fingers. "There'll be one to your left when you step out of here."
"And I expect you to come back as soon as you're done."
"Now go ahead and do what you need to do, I'll be right here."
When you closed the door, you hesitantly approached the room in the left. To your bewilderment, it truly was a restroom with checkered flooring and a polished mirror as tall as you were, alongside an old-fashioned toilet with a chain dangling from the tank.
Now, what's my next move? You pouted, tapping your foot against the tile. Do I sneak my way back to the front? Or has he already gotten rid of the door?
Given how the house shifted and twisted to his will, chances are, he already messed with the front door. But at the same time, you weren't sure if there was another way out. Your jaw clenched up while your leg bounced up and down, anxiety drumming against your bones as the seconds marched on.
Oh fuck it. Let's do it. Sticking your head out, you looked to make sure it was clear.
When you were certain that no terrifying femboy or creepy doll or whatever other horror lurked here was nearby, you sprinted towards where the front door was. However no matter how far or fast you ran, it seemed that the hallway stretched out to infinitum. Hell, you were even certain that you ran by that same vase at least thrice now!
Come on! Almost there! You gnashed your teeth and kicked your legs up higher. A door creaked open somewhere.
You halted in your tracks-- almost smashing your face into the floor as you stuck your arms out to regain your balance. Your head snapped in the direction of the creak, your nostrils flaring out.
"Honey bunny, where are you?" He cooed out.
Shit! You dived into the nearest room and quietly closed the door. On the other end, his footsteps ominously echoed out as he hummed. "Sweetie boop, are you playing a game with me?"
Your muscles burned with fear, you didn't dare breathe as they came closer. When he was about maybe a yard away from where you were, his footsteps came to a stop and he made a small 'humph!'
You flinched at the sound and clamped a hand over your mouth. This was it. You were going to be trapped in this lace and frill and doll-infested house of nightmares for all of eternity. And all because of that stupid fucking job posting.
The Dollmaster chuckled. "No worries, I'll play with you. Just know that I'm gonna get you! Just you wait!"
Great. As if today couldn't get worse-- now this fucker was going to make you stew in your own terror before he went for the kill. In your head, you cursed out every and all higher powers that have had, is, and will exist for your absolutely awful luck. At this point, it'd be better if he decided to just snap your neck instead of toying with you.
"Now, where would you be?" His amusement-laced voice echoed out, punctuated with slow and heavy footsteps. "Come on out, wherever you are."
Oh, just fuck off already! Your lips curled into a grimace.
You stood there, waiting until you could no longer heard his footsteps or that awful lilting voice. When you were sure he was off somewhere else, did finally feel safe enough to breathe again. You slowly backed away from the door, taking caution to not make any noise. About five steps in, your shoulder bumped into a chest.
"Got you!" He giggled as his arms draped over your shoulders.
You screamed and slammed your elbow into his stomach. The sudden move made him let go of you and you ran into the wall-- falling flat on your ass as pain flared up where you hit.
"Woah! Sweetie! I didn't mean to scare you!" He crouched down. "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"
You moaned in response, blinking rapidly.
"H-here, lemme help you." He plopped you down onto an oversized couch. He clicked his tongue as he took in your weary state, pushing some hair off your face. "Now stay still."
With that, he started kissing your injuries. Upon contact, the healed up as if they never existed.
"There! All better now!" He beamed and rubbed the top of your head. "Now, be more careful next time. Okay? I don't want you getting hurt."
You flinched at his touch and made yourself smaller, bringing your knees up to your chin. Your heart felt like a prisoner slamming against their prison cell while he tilted his head a bit.
"Honey bunny, you seem rather tense." He pouted. "Do you need a back rub?"
"You sure?" He tilted his head further, he hesitantly wrapped a throw blanket over your shoulders. "The way you're all coiled up worries me. It isn't that good to be stressed all the time, you know?"
"Honey.... Did they do something to you?" His voice softened, yet there was a tensity beneath it. "You can tell me."
His lips pursed together in thought. "Then, are you--"
The clown doll bursted into the room. It jumped up and down while emitting some squeaky screeching noises, its little arms and legs flailing by its sides like a scared chicken. Your face scrunched at the sound and you glanced over to the Dollmaster.
"Oh? What's wrong?" He pouted, patting the empty space beside him for it.
The clown scrambled over, grasping the couch's side with its little hands-- almost falling over in the process. It stood on its tiptoes and leaned into his ear, whispering something.
He stiffened, eyes dulling. "Well, now... That's no good."
With a snap of his fingers, all three of you were transported to his bedroom. You glanced down to see that you were now sitting on the bed's ledge.
"You stay put while I deal with this, okay?" He nudged his nose against your cheek. "I'll be back in a moment."
"H-hey, what's going on?"
"Nothing for you to worry about," he assured you. "You just rest while I.... deal with some vermin."
And with that, he stepped out of the room. The door quietly clicked shut as his footsteps receded.
You peered outside the window to see that the theater mask had possessed one of the guards. Panic spread throughout the research team as the other guards tried to shoot him, only for him to grab one and swing him into the other's head. The possessed one dashed at another before he could open fire, and a horrific crack broke the air while researchers frantically called for back up.
A manic cackle erupted out of the theater mask as it jerked the man's head up. Void-black eyes met yours as one hand pointed at you.
"Oh... Oh shit." You took a step back.
The clown nodded in agreement.
"God damn it...." You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead. A groan echoed from the back of your throat as you looked towards the ceiling. "Please tell me this cannot get any worse."
When you said that, the front door banged open and heavy footsteps sounded out. As the sounds continued, you looked around for a weapon or somewhere to hide. You didn't dare to call out for the Dollmaster in case it'd give away your position.
Of course it did... You scrunched your eyes shut. Great. Just perfect.
You didn't move, your ears pricking as the steps came closer. A deep, bellowing laugh reverberated throughout the house. Your heart slamming against your ribcage like a condemned man while your muscles clenched up-- readying yourself to bolt.
The clown doll beside you was shaking, biting his fingers while his eyes stared at the bedroom door. He let out a small 'meep!' sound as the footfalls inched up the stairwell. A chilling chuckle drifted through the air as the footsteps grew softer.
Your fists tightened, trembling. You didn't dare to take your eyes off that door. The complete silence--
The door was kicked open, splintering from the force as the twitching figure of the possessed guard filled the doorway. Black ichor wept from the mask's hollow eyes while it let out a manic cackle. You stepped back as a long tongue spilled out from the grin and licked its painted lips. Malevolence came off it in oppressive waves as it took a step forward, savoring your fear.
You gasped and began to back away cautiously, not daring to take your eyes off him. The man's neck cracked to one side as the mask giggled. Your hand reached for the nearest weapon-- a hand mirror while it advanced with shuffling, jerky steps.
"G-get away." You swallowed, clenching the mirror in front of you as if it was a club.
However, this only earned an amused cackle from the mask. Once more, its tongue flicked out and tasted the fear radiating in the air. You didn't have time to react as he charged forward.
As the masked guard was about to reach you, the Dollmaster flashed behind him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving child. The puppeteered man swallowed audibly as the eldritch femboy grinned widely, his white teeth glinted menacingly.
"Now, now." The Dollmaster chided and putting his other hand on his hip. "Didn't anyone tell you it's impolite to barge into someone else's home?"
The possessed guard's legs violently flailed while the mask's mouth stretched into a terrified gape. However, the femboy grinned as his mouth extended into a gaping maw large enough to swallow a man whole and lined with steak knife-long fangs. He raised the man over his waiting jaws and--
The Dollmaster's face reverted into its default one, pouting in mild annoyance. "What is it, honey bunny? Can't you see I'm trying to neutralize a threat?"
"Can't you just get rid of the mask and spare the person possessed?" You suggested.
"Fine. But only because you asked." He sighed and transformed his mouth back into that abyssal maw.
Plucking the mask off the man's face, both cursed artifact and victim screamed in terror and agony. You winced as you saw some spots in which the guard's face was bleeding from being especially stuck.
The mask struggled in his grip as the living nightmare in flounce and lace brought it towards his waiting mouth. Its mouth widened into a gape of horror while a black sludge leaked out from its eyes. It pleaded in a tongue so archaic, that only beings older than the first human could remember it. However, this only made the Dollmaster's eyes sparkle with glee.
Its screams ended as the frilled fright swallowed it, leaving behind a thick silence. He smoothed the front of his shirt and turned towards you, flashing a brilliant smile. "And done! Just like you asked!"
The guard, still in total shock, gasped. His chest rose and fell in spastic bursts while he struggled for breath. His limbs were splayed out on either side of him as he craned his head up to look at the towering entity.
"You can leave now." The Dollmaster said, not bothering with turning his eyes towards him.
"W-what the hell just....?" The guard trembled out.
"You're free to leave. Just exit out the front door where the rest of the staff are waiting." The Dollmaster repeated. "I need a moment with my honey bunny here."
"Y-yeah." The guard got to his feet and dragged himself out. You watched as he limped back towards where the researchers were outside before he collapsed in front of them.
"Is he gonna be okay?" You asked as the team put him out on a stretcher where some medics were waiting in a nearby tent.
"Apart from being severely traumatized for the rest of his life, he'll be right as rain." The femboy assured and rubbed your shoulder. "Now then-- time for some cuddling!"
"Fine." You rolled your eyes. "Just get it over with."
"Oh relax, honey bunny. It's not that bad."
"You said that last time!"
"And I'll keep saying it, until you accept it." He playfully tapped your nose. "Now enough grumbling and lemme snuggle you!"
