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✖ Saxima's Note: Hey guys, It's been a long time since I've updated any story of mine on KHV [even though I only have like, two lololo], but the other day, after reading this very poorly written fanfiction about a puppet, I thought I would spruce it up a bit and spin it my way. I ended up coming up with this new story. I've only written the prologue and a bit of the first chapter, but I think I'll continue it. And who knows, a new chapter of PGEH might come out not too soon after this. For now, I'll only be posting the prologue to see if I can gather any interest for the story at all, and it's not very long at all, so I hope people want more when they're done with it. Until then, ciao ~ ♥

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Prologue​

I can't really say how long it had been since I had been made. It's been a while for some time now, I can assure you of that. Or perhaps . . . perhaps it just feels like it's been a long time. So much has happened in what could be no time at all. How could I know all of it would happen? ​

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Then again, I can't really say that I'm disappointed with the results of it all. I'm finally happy, like I had wanted to be all of that time ago. Finally human.​

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I guess there are people to thank and then people to grieve. It would be a lie to say I had no remorse for what happened to the souls of those people, but . . . I was selfish. I will pay for my wrongdoings in due time. Perhaps not this minute, this day, this year, perhaps not even in my lifetime, but I will pay for the things I have done.​

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The things that I did to become human.​

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Spoiler: Chapter One

Chapter One

The first time I had seen him was when he had put my eyes in. He was somewhat pale, and had green, striking eyes, his face was contorted in deep concentration, his brownish-black hair held out of his face with a rubber band, no doubt.

I realized that these things I suddenly knew were from nowhere. I didn't learn them, was not told them - so how did I know them? It didn't seem reasonable to question it, just that I did know it. I knew my existence had come into being when I was able to hear things, smell things. Feel myself sitting on things. I was . . . unlike I had been before - which if you would like to know, was in several different pieces in a blackness that my bare self had swore it would never escape.

It wasn't until one day, I'm not very sure of how long ago, I could no longer feel the stale cold that I had sat in for an uncountable amount of time. Suddenly, at that time, everything became warm. The very first thing I was aware of was something touching my body. Holding me, it seemed like? I didn't know. But I was coming out of this darkness that enshrouded me for what I thought might be eternity.

In those times, in the very beginning, I was moved around a lot. Of course, I never moved by myself, I was incapable of doing it. I couldn't see anything, couldn't smell anything, couldn't hear anything. The first of these three senses to appear was my hearing.

He had been humming to himself, something slow but by the way it sounded, which at the time had been a very strange, very foreign thing to me. But I had decided after a little while of listening to it that I liked it. It was relaxing.

What could have been years later, I had (have) no perceptive of time really, I was able to smell things. A strange sort of nub had been plastered delicately to my face, right in the center. My body never moved, I never breathed in anything, but different scents entered my nose, this nub on my face. Some delightful, some . . . not so much. But mostly every scent was nice, enjoyable. It complemented the humming.

Sometimes, the person would talk to me, he had a semi-deep voice that resembled the rich sound of a cello or a viola - and the only reason I know what either of those are was because he often listened to something called music, which was similar to his humming, but to a much more complex extent. He would tell me things, say that I was going to be one of his finest creations, that I would be beautiful. He spoke to me as he spoke to other people who had come to see him, other humans.

The other humans would admire me, say that I would turn out perfect, but I didn't care about them, and it seemed like they really didn't care for me either. The only person whose opinion mattered to me was my maker's. His opinion was the only one that would please me. I often times wondered how much my maker really cared for me. If I was created, and he was spending all of his time on me, then I must be of some higher importance to him, but even still, I can never be sure.

In the night, he would leave me in a glass case that he would lock carefully with a key, slipping it under the base of my case, and then leave the room, turning off the lights. These instances are what . . . bother me most. Why does he never take me with him? It seems only right that he would, seeing as he spends all of his time with me. But . . . do two beings always have to be together? I wouldn't know – I had never observed one with another.

After these many nights finally came the day I saw him. And actually saw him. He was no longer anything I had to visualize in my head, no longer something I had to piece together from how he smelled and sounded . . . I was actually seeing him, with my brand new eyes. Clear as day. Bright as morning.

More beautiful than anything.

That night when he had placed me back in my case, there had been a visitor for him. A woman. She was a very pretty woman, maybe even beautiful. I didn't care, but I watched carefully. She seemed . . . close with my maker. A lover, perhaps? No . . . I didn't take a liking to that thought much at all. And then that's when I realized it.

I wasn't . . . close to him. Not in the way I wanted to be. No . . . Someone like her, someone like the woman was. I thought to myself, how could I become like her?

I had found my answer the next night.​

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