You hated to admit it, but it was completely hopeless, you in your situation.
You were completely lost.
You screamed in frustration again as you looked at the windy dirt road in front of you. You were from out-of-state, so it wasn't like you could take some secret passage or back road to get you to more civilization and get directions back to the hotel. You thought you'd be able to walk from the hotel to this neat little restaurant, which you did, you just had the problem of getting sidetracked and your feet suddenly having a mind of their own, leading you to who knows where.
There was almost no sign of civilization for a while. Just bushels beyond bushels of berries everywhere and the very poorly maintained dirt road you currently stood on. You tucked your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind your ear and sighed, walking and following the only road you could until you heard a rustling in one of the bushels. You jump back, a little skeptic of what's going on.
"Who's there? Show yourself now! I-I know kung-fu!" You say. You don't, but you figure if it's an offender, you have a better chance of survival if you at least say you have experience fighting.
"Really?! That's so neat, poppet! Can you tell me a little more about that?" You hear a cheery male voice come from behind the bushes. You relax a little as you see a person emerge from behind them.
It's a man who looks to be about 5' 9" tall. He had strawberry-blonde hair that fell into his blue and pink eyes. He wore a pinkish-purplish sweater vest and a white shirt under it with a neon blue bow-tie. He smiled at you, but what had your attention were those eyes of his. They weren't even a single color
the pink was its own color, swirling in the blue. It enticed you for a while until you snapped out of your reverie.
"I wish I could
but I lied. I wasn't quite sure who or what was behind the bushel
and when I get nervous I blurt things out." You say, scratching the back of your head. The man in front of you laughs.
"It's no problem poppet~. I hate to ask you, being we've only just met, but you aren't from around here, are you?" He asks you. You look at him and give him a shy glance.
"Was it that painfully evident?" You ask, laughing a bit. He laughs with you.
"Well, I wouldn't say it was painfully evident, but it's just nobody local comes out this way
not anymore, at least." He sighs, looking at the ground sadly. You feel a slight hurt in your heart when you see him like this.
"Why wouldn't they come out this way anymore?" You ask. You find it strange; the berries here look lush and full of life. How could they not attract tourists?
"Who knows? Maybe they think the berries are tainted, but I've been eating them for years and I'm just fine." He says smiling.
"They look to be delicious. I wonder why no tourists have come out this way." You say, looking at the berries.
"Well, you could come and try them for yourself over at my house, if you'd like." The man says a smile on his face. You turn to him and blush a little.
"I-I couldn't do that to you
that'd be intruding on your personal space." You say. He shakes his head.
"No, it really wouldn't be. I'm offering you to stay. Besides, I'm alone most of the time, so it's not like I have company over right now that would be disturbed by you. C'mon, it'll be fun, poppet~!" He chirps. You blush again and laugh.
"Well, if you're going to insist, then I will. Thank Mr.-," You begin to say. The man puts his finger to your lips and gives a Cheshire cat grin.
"Call me Artie, poppet. What about your name?" He asks, moving away from you. You blush a little.
"You can just call me (Name)
" You trail off. He smiles and grabs hold of your wrist, running on the windy dirt road much like a child through a candy store.
"Alright then (Name)! This will most definitely be a lot of fun~!" He chirps. Your eyes widen as he pulls you through, and you stumble, trying not to trip.
After a while you stumble upon
a brightly colored cottage that is different shades of purple and pink. There's no car visible and it looks to be a pretty desolate area where Artie lives. He pulls you quickly inside and the first thing you're hit with, besides the blinding shades of purple and pinks being highlighted by the streaming sunlight, is the smell of cupcakes. You take a deep breath in through your nose and smile at the smell. Artie releases your hand and goes off into the kitchen.
"Please, make yourself at home, (Name)~." He chirps to you. You walk into the living room, still trying to regain your sight, and plop down on one of the couches. You take a look around for a while, getting comfortable, and a few minutes later Artie comes in with a bowl full of multi-colored, plump looking berries.
"I made sure that they were washed and safe to eat. Go on and try one poppet~!" He says in a sing-song way. You carefully look at the berries until curiosity gets the better of you and you pick a quaint little strawberry sitting at the top of the bowl and bite into it. Its flavor explodes in your mouth. It's so sweet with just the right tanginess, but it's still recognizable as a strawberry. Your eyes widen in surprise and are filled with light. You swallow the berry.
"People are insane if they're going to miss out on something as good as this!" You shout, scarfing down the rest of it quickly. Artie lets go of a chuckle.
"So, you like them? Go on and try another type." He says, shifting the bowl more towards you. You try every single type of berry that's in the bowl. They're all good, but they could never compare to the strawberries. You continually go for them until there aren't any more left. You stick your hand in and move the other fruits to make sure your eyes don't deceive you.
"What? There are no more strawberries left? No way!" You shout to no one in particular as you come upon this discover. Artie's glance looks up at you.
"You like strawberries now, do you?" He asks. You nod your head.
"Absolutely! Those were probably some of the best ones that I've ever eaten!" You shout happily. Artie smiles and gets up, but before he completely leaves the room he turns on his heel and smiles at you.
"I have just the thing for you, then. I'm sure that you'll absolutely love it!" He says, dashing out of the room.
You sit there in the main room for a while, picking at some of the other berries that are in the bowl. Like you said before, good, but nowhere near as good as the strawberries you indulged yourself in moments ago. You wonder what he could be running to get until he comes back in with a plate. There's a whole baker's dozen of 13 brightly decorated cupcakes on the plate that he sets right in front of you.
"Try one of these! I found a special recipe to make strawberry-flavored, and since you seem to like strawberries, I think you should have one of them!" He says happily. You glance at them, your eyes bulging in your head, but you shake your head no.
"I really couldn't, honestly
it wouldn't be right." You say, shaking your head and lying with a smile on. Truth be told, they're calling your name over and over. Artie pouts a little.
"But (Name), they're special cupcakes! It's not every day you'll get to eat one!" He says. You laugh a little. His face reminds you of a two-year-old in the store begging for a toy.
"If you insist upon it, then I'll try just one, but that's it!" You say, laughing. You pick the one up that's closest to you and take the wrapper off of it. For a moment you just hold it in your palm until you think you're going to begin drooling.
You take a bite into the cupcake and almost instantly you're hit with a whirlwind of flavors. There's the sweetness of sugar in it; probably one of the sweetest things you've ever eaten. There's also a slight tartness to it, much like a strawberry. Its taste does remind you of one. The icing on the cake compliments the cake itself quite well, and your eyes widen like a child's eyes on Christmas Morning when they see their presents. You scarf this one down quickly and look at the plate, your eyes pleading.
have another one Artie? They're really good." You say, resisting the urge to jump up and down and squeal. He smiles and nods his head.
"Go ahead! It's not every day I have someone to chat with over cupcakes." He says, picking one up on the end closest to him. You grab another and indulge yourself, and can't help but go for a third. You're about to go for a fourth when suddenly a feeling washes over you.
The wall is moving.
No, seriously, the wall is moving. And the plastic hibiscus next to you is beginning to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
what's going on?!? What's happening to me?!
The world is swaying in your vision and all the words Artie is relaying to you just sounds like jumbled up gibberish, much like a baby first learning how to speak. You hold your hands up and see your fingers have faces, and they're all laughing at you. When you look into the hallway, your best friend is riding an elephant.
what's happening? Where am I?" You say, but it sounds more like a drone than an actual voice. Your words echo in your head, but they have no meaning. You hear what sounds to be Artie laughing, and see his distorted image come to clarity.
"Just relax, poppet. Let the feeling wash over you. Resistance is futile~." Artie says to you. You nod your head and feel something soft crash into it as Artie looms over you. That's the last thing you remember until going completely blacked out.
I smile, looking at the sleeping (Name) on the couch. She looks so delicate and fragile. So easy to play with. There isn't much that's interested me about her, so I quickly run my fingers through her (h/l) (h/c) hair and run into the kitchen, coming back quickly with a sharp knife.
"You know, (Name), life is much like a game to me, and the people I meet are my toys. Let's see what fun I can have playing with you." I say to her, feeling my Cheshire cat grin creep on my face again. I draw my arm back and wield the blade when I notice something strange.
The pink and blue in my eyes aren't swirling in my reflection like they do when I'm usually excited about something.
I notice (Name) is curled up in fear, shaking and cowering, almost afraid I actually will kill her. I look regretfully at her and reluctantly I put the knife down and set it on the table. I walk forward to the couch and place my hand gently on her hairline and run my fingers through her silky hair again. She's still shaking.
"Relax, poppet. You're going to be okay~." I say to her in a soothing tone. She almost seems to relax as I rub her temple. She's drifting off to sleep.
So adorably cute, she is
My eyes widen in surprise as I realize what I just thought. I thought she was cute?!
I had never felt this way before around anyone else. None of my other toys made me feel the way (Name) does. It wasn't anything she said or did. There was just something about her that was so
captivating, like a movie that starts slow yet has a good end. I hesitate to kill her. I pull my hand away from her temple and get up.
I'm stopped when I feel her hand grip the back of my shirt and she begins to shake again.
I turn around and see her, an expression of fear plastered on her face, but her eyes are still closed and she's still semi-conscious. It's always amusing to me to watch my toys react to my food. Something about (Name) is different though. I want it all to go away for her. I want her to feel safe.
I'm only half aware that I'm pulling her into my arms and carrying her bridal-style back to my room and gently resting her on my bed.
I look at her for a while, holding her hand to keep her from shaking again. She seems a lot more relaxed when she knows that I'm near her. I smile a little, touched by the fact somebody actually cares about me. I move my hand to stroking her head. She flinches the first time I touch it, being it's an unfamiliar touch, but after a while she relaxes and holds my hand too.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, poppet. You're going to be okay." I say to her, trying to calm her down. She inches a little closer to me and almost whimpers. I chuckle and press my lips close to her forehead, not kissing her, but letting her know that I'm there. After a few minutes I get up and start to walk to the doorway.
touch him...no! No!" I hear her mumbling in her sleep. I turn to look at her.
She's curled up in a ball again, trembling. I look a little closer at her face and see that she's been crying in her sleep. She's got her arms outstretched and flailing, as though she's trying to fend off something. I feel a pang of remorse in myself and before I can even tell what I'm doing, I'm on the empty spot of the bed next to her, curled into a ball much like herself and my arms wrapped around her.
"You're fine (Name). I'm fine. Everything is going to be okay." I say to her. She turns on her side and relaxes a bit, nuzzling her face deep into my chest. I hold her head as close to me as comfortable and keep her cries and shaking silenced.
they're everywhere Artie
make them stop
go away." She mumbled into my chest. I laugh a bit.
"They're not going to hurt you anymore, or me for that matter. You'll be okay." I say to her. I rest my chin on her head and lay there with her for a long while.
She's so cute
I don't want to give her up
not just yet.
Wait, what was that thought running through my head again? I've had a lot of strange thoughts, but never like this before. Why is it (Name) evokes such an emotion out of me? What is it that's so captivating about her? I can't seem to figure it out and soon I tire myself out with the questions and drift off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~(Time Lapse: Next Day [Your POV])*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
What happened last night? And why does it feel so
warm where I am?
Your eyes flutter open slowly only to meet with another darkness. You're a little unsure of what this darkness is, and to add to it something is weighing you down. It's not something to dreadfully heavy, but nonetheless it's an unrecognized touch, and human nature causes you to begin panicking until you take a deep breath through your nose and inhale the darkness around you.
Why does it smell like cupcakes?
You pull away quickly and see what the source of darkness and constraining was. It was Artie. You smile a little and stroke his short strawberry-blonde hair as he continues to sleep. Then you're practically slapped in the face with a thought.
Did he just sleep with you!?
You're a little unnerved by the thought, but you brush it off quickly. You look at the sun and see it's smiling at you. Literally.
Whatever screwed me up yesterday still isn't quite gone yet
Sanity has been slowly creeping back to you, but you can thank Artie for that. If it wasn't for him being there for you, you don't know what would have happened. You still hallucinated in your dreams. Unlike reality, the projections in your mind cannot be ignored as easily. Especially when they're so horrifying and realistic you can't help but stare in agony and horror.
You feel yourself getting choked up again.
What did he do to me? How did he make me feel this way?
You can't seem to understand everything 100%. Your head spins and your mind whirls with a million questions as you get up from the bed. You look around the room and surroundings seem safe enough. You should be okay to leave Artie's side for just a brief moment to go get yourself pulled together.
You walk across the hall and find the bathroom and walk in. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and laugh when you see yourself. Your hair is a mess, your eyes deep in your head, and your skin has a slight jaundice to it. You continue to laugh.
"That's not my face, you silly mirror~! You always make me laugh." You say, a Cheshire cat grin spreading across your face. You see something fly from behind your head in the mirror, yet when you turn it's not there anymore. You turn and give the mirror a look.
"Quit it, you bad mirror! It was a little funny at first but now it's just ridiculous! Honestly! Have you no dignity?" You ask it. You huff and fix your hair quickly before making your way back to Artie's room. You see a dog-cat like creature lying on his side, snoozing. Your eyes widen.
"You better not hurt my Artie you cat-dog thing!" You shout, storming up to it. It picks its head up and scampers away through the wall, and soon after Artie opens his eyes and meets your gaze. You give him a big smile.
"Good Morning Artie! Did you sleep okay last night~?" You ask, bouncing on the bed. He smiles back at you and sits up.
"I slept alright poppet~. You were crying quite a bit though. Do tell, what was keeping you so on edge?" He asks you. Your smile is wiped away and you feel tears well into your eyes at the mention of those
things trying to hurt Artie. You fling your arms around him and start to sob again.
"Oh Artie! Those monsters in my dreams were trying to hurt you! I was so scared you wouldn't be okay." You say, holding him tightly. He chuckles a bit and puts his hand to the back of your head and begins to stroke it.
"I'm quite alright poppet. I'm always right here for you when you need me." He says with a smile. You smile back at him.
"Okay Artie! As long as you say you'll be okay then I'll be okay too." You say happily. He smiles at you and gets up from the bed.
"Well then, it was quite a long night for you then, wasn't it? Are you hungry?" He asks you. Your eyes widen and you nod your head.
"My tummy has been making all these weird growly noises, like it's going to eat me! Maybe if it gets food I'll be okay~." You say, putting your hand on your stomach. Artie laughs and ruffles your hair a bit.
"Well that wouldn't be good if I lost my dear poppet! Let me go fetch something for you to eat." He says, striding out of the room. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
I frown a little as I walk to the kitchen. I still haven't been able to figure out why it is that (Name) is so captivating and why I can't bring myself to kill her. I can't stand to see her so upset, the way she was a few moments ago, flinging herself on me and crying like that. I'm angry at myself for pushing it upon her like that
but I love seeing her smile, so there's the positive. As I walk to the kitchen I open the cupboard and take out my "special ingredients."
I limit the amount of them in the cupcakes, knowing too much will knock (Name) out again and send her to that horrid dreamland where she can't escape my horrible fate. I mix the stuff together and pop it in the oven, for her to eat later, and grab two cupcakes from the counter
ones that she will be okay to eat right now.
I walk down the hall and quickly stop when I come upon the bathroom. The mirror hanging on the wall shows me something a little disappointing.
My freckles are starting to show again.
I fret going to see (Name) like this, but I don't want her to be starving either. I run in quickly to touch up the things I use to mask them
I'll never call it makeup
and rush in quickly to see (Name).
"I came back with something for you and I~!" I shout cheerily, masking my disappointment of the freckles beginning to peak out and the fact I can't figure out this emotion. Her eyes widen and her smile grows as she bounces up and down and claps her hands.
"Yay! I love your cupcakes, Artie! Are they special like the ones yesterday~?" She asks me. I laugh a little bit.
"Well, I only give the best to my favorite people, poppet." I say, tapping my finger on her nose and giving her the cupcake. I watch her nibble on it, much like a mouse would on a crumpet. She's so cute. When it's gone I laugh when I see the little bit of frosting on her nose.
"What's so funny Artie? Why are you laughing at me?" She asks me. She sounds a little upset.
"You've got icing on your nose, poppet! You look so cute that way though~." I say, staring at her for a moment. She swipes some icing from my cupcake and smears it a little on my face and laughs.
"How about that, huh? How do you like it now?" She asks, a smile on her face. She and I start to laugh and I wipe the icing away. When she opens her eyes, she stares at me for a moment until I look at my hand and am a little horrified with what the evidence on my hand shows me.
My freckles are showing again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*(Your [drugged] POV)~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You look at Artie's face for a little while, bewildered by what you see. He has freckles?! They're so cute~! He starts blushing a bit and looking away shyly.
"A-Artie? You have freckles?" You ask him. He nods his head.
"I-I never let them show because I just don't like them." He says, an embarrassed tone in his voice. Your eyes widen in curiosity.
"Why do you? They're so cute~!" You shout. He shakes his head at you.
"No they're not poppet. They're ugly disgusting things I can't do a thing about!" He says, burying his face in his hands. You walk up and put your hand on his back.
"Yes they are! You shouldn't ignore my opinion. They're adorable and they're that way now because I said so." You say indignantly. He shakes his head.
"You can spew those lies out all you want. I'm not listening." He says. He won't lift his head up. You sigh and rub his back a little.
"You really think I would lie to you? I wouldn't Artie! I wouldn't dream of it!" You say. The dog-cat creature is back, nestling into Artie's arm, but he pays it no mind.
"You would lie to keep me happy
that's the only reason why you would lie to me." He says. You frown a little and get up.
"Well, when you get your senses pulled together, you can come and talk to me about it. Until then I'm mad at you." You say, getting up and stomping your feet. You see Artie's eyes peek up quickly and look at you. Almost instantaneously he buries his face in his hands again. You sigh and leave the room.
I finally pick my head up from buried into my hands and see my sweat caused more of the powder to melt away from my face and reveal those horrid freckles. I get up and quickly rush back into the bathroom to cover my face up.
I look at myself closely in the mirror and examine every last terrible speck on my face. I wonder why I can't just cut them off of my skin for good. For now, I re-apply the cover up once on my face and make my way out. I see her in the living room and I smile at her, but she's pouting.
"What's wrong poppet~?" I ask her. I go to sit by her and she turns her head away from me.
"You made your freckles disappear. I'm not talking to you until you let them return." (Name) says indignantly. I let go of a sigh.
"Well then I guess I'll be in silence for a while." I say, getting up and making my way to the kitchen where the oven had dinged.
You sigh and lower your head to stare at your feet. You can't understand why Artie doesn't like his freckles. You really do want to talk to him, but you don't want to at the same time because well
you're just stubborn that way. You let your mind wander until it feels that your sanity has come completely back. You get up and silently walk to the kitchen, where you see something a little
Artie's in there making cupcakes
still without his freckles
and he reaches in the cupboard and pulls out a little white bottle. Whatever is in the bottle he slips into the cupcake batter and smiles at his concoction.
"This should make her forget about those stupid flecks on my face. It'll keep her smiling longer too. She's so cute when she smiles~!" He says.
"I may or may not be smiling after this Artie
what did you put in those things?" You step forward and say with a tone of agitation edging in your voice. Artie jumps and hides the white bottle behind his back.
"You can't see it! It's what makes those special cupcakes of mine so special! It's a secret!" He shouts. You see sweat dripping from his forehead as he fumbles with the bottle of whatever it is in his hands.
"Really, because you know what I noticed? It wasn't until you gave me one of those special cupcakes that I started seeing those horrible things happening to you!" You shout. Tears are welling up into your eyes and Artie stands there baffled.
" He says, stumbling over his words. You look at him sadly.
"How could you do that to me Artie? You scared me half to death! I thought I was going to lose you." You say. You feel the tears start to work themselves up and suddenly, with no warning, one spills down your cheek. Artie looks at you, horrified. He puts the bottle of whatever it is in his hands on the counter where your suspicions are confirmed.
I can't believe he seriously drugged me
why on Earth would he do that?
"(Name), I want you to believe me when I say this that I'm really sorry for what I did to you. I never thought you'd be like that
and I never thought that I
" He says, trailing off. You walk forward to him and feel more tears flow freely down your face.
"That you what, Artie?" You ask him. Your curiosity is peaking and your heart begins to hurt. He grits his teeth and turns away from you.
"It's nothing (Name). Just
go take the room across the hall from mine." He says, returning to his cooking again. You sigh and leave Artie in the kitchen by himself.
I sigh as I try to desperately figure out my conflicted emotions.
On one hand, I feel as though I should tell her everything that I feel and just hope she returns the emotion to me. The other hand tells me to keep her in her smiling state and as close to me as possible. I'm so annoyed with myself, mostly for not being able to come to my senses. I think I've finally figured out the emotion she's evoking from me.
I think I've fallen in love.
You sigh and collapse on the bed in your room.
With your sanity slowly returning to you, you're angry at Artie for confiscating it in the first place. Yet still
for some reason you can't stay mad at him for very long. You have some ideas as to what it could be that's causing you to be on cloud nine, even without the drugs. You're suddenly hit with a craving for one of his cupcakes.
It's not the cupcake I want
it isn't the drug either. Drug addictions wouldn't come so soon. I know exactly what it is I'm craving now. I think I understand what's going on.
You get up and make your way out of the room he gave you and head back to the kitchen where you see Artie, and he looks up at you, surprise in his eyes. He brushes his hands off quickly and walks to you. Behind him you see an entire cupcake tray with perfectly good cupcakes that look as though they're about to be tossed.
"What are you doing out of your room so soon, poppet~? I thought you were mad at me." He says. His eyes are gleaming innocence.
"I'm still a little disappointed with what you've done, Artie." You huff. He looks at you and hugs you tightly.
"I'm really really really sorry about what I did to you (Name)! Can you find it in that big heart of yours to forgive me?" He asks. He looks up at you like a child and you growl a little.
"I can forgive you
but not on an empty stomach." You say, pushing him away. You walk forward to the cupcake tin and pull one out. It slides smoothly out of the pan and you inhale for a moment, savoring the smell of it. Artie's eyes widen as he watches you.
that's one of the 'special cupcakes.' You know what'll happen to you, right?" He asks. You nod your head.
"Of course I know that Artie. I'm doing this because I want to." You say, taking a bite of the cupcake. Almost instantly, you feel that tiny string of sanity you had right in your grasp slip away as you began to smile and laugh. He looks at you.
"You can do or say whatever you want poppet, but I just have one question for you." He asks, smiling a little. You laugh.
"Go ahead. Hit me with it! I can take on any question you've got!" You say, laughing. He smiles at you and extends his hand.
"Would you stay here with me? I've done a lot of thinking while you've been here and I've come to realize you're a toy I'll never bore with. I think I must've come to like you." He says, blushing a little. Your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks burn a little, yet you happily nod your head.
"Of course I would stay with you Artie! I'll stay here forever!" You say, taking his hand. He smiles so brightly.
"That's so wonderful poppet~! I'm so happy you said yes. I do have one more question though." He says to you.
"Go on, ask me. I can handle any question!" You say, overconfident. He looks at you deep in your eyes and his smile disappears for a moment.
"Is this what love really feels like?" He asks. You blush again and feel that string of sanity come back for a moment as you look into his eyes. You smile a little.
I can show you what it really feel like, if you so wish." You say. He nods his head.
You pull him closer to you until his lips are inches away from his and let yours slowly meet. Your completely relaxed as you kiss him, but yet you can tell Artie is a little tense. You assume this is his first kiss, and bring your hand up to the back of his head and stroke his strawberry blonde hair for a little while, the taste of cupcakes lingering on your mouth and his lips. After a moment or two you pull away from him and see the pink and blue in his eyes swirling. Your eyes widen when you see this.
your eyes are
they're swirling!" You shout. He laughs a little and tucks a lock of stray (h/c) hair behind your ear.
"They have a tendency to do that when I'm around something I really like, or doing something that makes me excited." He says, a small smile on his face. You smile a little and hug him.
"You know something Artie? You're as sweet as a cupcake." You say, holding him tightly. He chuckles a bit.
"I know, poppet. I know~." He responds.