Doll!SasoriXReader-The Cursed doll prologue

There he sat.His glossy brown eyes fixed on anything that he could see from underneath his crimson bangs.He stared at the people that passed his view.He sat there,forced to where that cold expression on his pale porcelain face.He sat upright in his wooden antique chair,behind the glass prison he was in.

He caught the attention of many  that passed him.They gawked at him,hoping that if they stared long enough,he may move.But of course he never did.In fact,he didn't know when those rumors started to go around.The ones that said if you stared long enough at him that he may move or blink.Thy were all false,he never did.

He feared that if he moved,they wouldn't leave but it's not like he could anyway.Why couldn't he move you may ask?Well..it's because he was a doll.Yes,a simple porcelain doll that sat behind a glass in an antique store that was allegedly haunted.He was handmade,perfectly crafted together and forced to sit on an old wooden chair for eternity as far as he knew.

And what was the name of this doll who is forced to sit for eternity.Haunting the people that see him as he stared a cold stare at the.His name was Sasori Akatsuna.A doll fated to never speak,move,feel,or leave his glass prison.He could only stare out of it and creep the people that viewed him out.That was his purpose.But.there was more to this little doll than anything else in that antique store.

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You were only five then.The first time you had laid your (e/c) eyes on him.The little doll that sat behind the glass with the cold eyes.You were immediately drawn to the aura he gave off.Perhaps it was because he seemed to be the only thing with color in the old dusty antique warehouse around you.

You stared into the cold brown eyes of the little redheaded doll.For some reason,they drew you in.It was if they were telling you something.Like a story.A sad story of a trapped doll,forced to sit and watch the world go by for eternity.A doll that had been through much suffering.You really didn't know what it was saying to you but you knew the story behind the doll was one full of despair.

Suddenly,your eye became wet and tears were rolling down your poor round cheeks.You sobbed uncontrollably as you stared at the doll,gaining your parents attention.

"_______,sweetie whats wrong?"your mother asked as she rushed to your weeping figure.You sniffled and clung to her waist.

"It's so sad..mommy.."you sobbed.

"What is?Whats the matter?"your mother asked again.Your dad picked you up gently into his arms and held you close.

"What is it?Did the doll scare you?"he asks.You shake your head and wipe your eyes.

"No..it's just..he's so sad daddy."you weep.Your mother and father look at each other then at the doll.

"He's sad?Why is he sad honey?"your mother asks.

"Because..he's forced to sit there forever.."you say.Your father looks at the doll thoroughly then sets you down.

"Yes he is but..he is a doll ______.That's his purpose.He is not real nor alive so he's not suffering at all."he says,smiling softly at you.You look up at him and  he ruffles your (h/c) hair a bit.

"Well,I see you have caught the eye of yet another person.."an elderly woman says.You,your mother and father look over and see and elderly woman with grey hair pinned up in a bun,wearing a long green robe hobble over.She hobbled up right to you and smiled.

"Please don't let Sasori here scare you young one."She says to you.You blink at her.

"Sasori?"you say.The woman nods.

"Yes,this little doll's name is Sasori.He frequently attracts visitors.Lots of people say that they are drawn in by his cruel stare."she says.The woman looks away from you and at your parents."Oh do forgive me.My name is Chiyo.I am the owner of this humble little antique shop."

"I am (D/n).And this is my wife (M/n)."your father says,shaking Chiyo's wrinkled hand and gesturing towards your other with a smile.Chiyo returns the smile and looks down at you.

"And what is your name precious one?"she asks.

"__-_________.."you stammer out before hiding behind your mother's leg.

"What a beautiful name."Chiyo says.She looks over at the doll and chuckles."You know,Sasori likes that name too."You peek out at her and eye the doll.

"He does?"you ask.Chiyo nods.

"Yes."she says."So what are you people doing in this place anyway?Are you from around here?"Your father shakes his head.

"No,we're just on our way home to (Place you live).We had to come here for a funeral."he explains.You tune the three adults out as they started to exchange smalltalk and look over at Sasori who's eyes were directly on you.You jump a but and pull on your mother's dress.

"Mommy!Mommy!His head moved!It moved!"you say.Your mother quickly looks down at you as you point to Sasori.

"What are you talking about _______?"she asks.You look back over at Sasori and gasp when you find his head no longer facing you,but back in it's original position.

"B-But he..I'm sure he was!"you say.

"Aw,you're just tired from the trip _______.Dolls cannot move.your mother says,picking you up.

"B-but.."

"Maybe we should go now.It was nice to meet you."your father says.Chiyo nods.

"Yes,it was nice to meet you too.Please,do come again sometime."she says with a bow.Your mother and father smile at Chiyo before carrying you out of the store but as you left,you was certain you saw those deep brown eyes following you as you left.

You didn't like that shop,or that doll.It was all to creepy for you and you vowed never to return.Unfortunately,fate had different intentions for you and soon enough,you found yourself returning to the shop.No matter how much you hated it,you were always doomed to return to it.