a/n: This has been in my mind for a really long time, and I have finally got the nerves to type it up and post it..Even though the genre is Fantasy/Romance, there's also some bloody parts (Horror...) :3 Heh well thanks for coming, and I'm probably going to add more chapters to this~ ^^ My first non-oneshot, I'm excited! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own vocaloid ;_;


Prologue:

August 17, ?

The match was bloody in my hands. I let out a sigh, contemplating the flame hovering at the tip of it, a living extension of the dark, red wood that supported it. How lovely it was, how fragile. How dangerous.

I looked around my dark room. Dolls. Shelves and shelves of dolls, lining the windowsills, scattered on the floor, on chairs and pillows. My own creations.

I wasn't crazy, I told myself. But they're watching me, judging me, I swear. The only way to destroy them was fire. The clock said 12:08 am...today was the day he had died.

My hand continued to bleed as I made my decision. The wood dug splinters into my fingers, I was clutching it that tight. My pale figure stood in the centre of my room, my beloved hiding spot, my nest, where my dreams took form. It was the perfect playground for my imagination, the very place I had spent a hundred and one hours making those dolls with him. One hundred and one hours, one hundred and one dolls. My workplace, my home, my nook, my creativity, my all. Was I that willing to burn it all down?

Yes, if it's to forget him.

"You're not doing yourself any good. Make your decision already. Either way, it's still going to kill you." A pink bunny with one arm, the one I had called Mallow scoffed at me. Why does Mallow always snipe at me? Was it because she lost her arm when I misplaced her in the washing machine by accident?

"The stuffed one is right." The countryside flowergirl with orange curls chided. "Choose carefully. Nobody will disagree with you, for you have no one."

The clown started weeping.

The Indian princess started tearing at her own hair.

The button eyes from a fairy doll started dripping blood.

The man in the tuxedo snarled.

"And that little boy you babysat? Remember, you cause his death! Do you think you deserve to be happy? He's gone now, and you will be too!"

All the dolls in the room started shrieking in unison. The clown kept crying.

"All because of your foolish thoughts. You don't even deserve to LIVE." The Shepard boy joined in.

"You inhumane child!"

"Stop sobbing, idiot."

"You're a selfish mess!

"Monster! Devil!"

"You killed him!"

"You created us from your heart. To have us turn against you is shameful."

"You killed him..."

I couldn't take this. The dolls surrounding me made their accusations in the dark, my own thoughts. I had put my heart into making them, but they have never had this much control. My own thoughts, my own feelings, being juggled by the toys around me...I have to move on. I have to destroy those past emotions.

I have to move on from Len.

That's it. I threw the match into the darkness, making it land on the clown. It started screaming in pain.

The beautiful orange started spreading like a dancer twirling in a flurry of sparks, like a starry night. The dolls that had hollered at me fell one by one into the flames and smoke. Some had a grin on their faces as they burned. Others screamed like the devil to their death.

I'm not insane. I'm not insane. I'm not insane.

Flames nipped the edges of my white nightdress, charring it black. I danced around my room, laughing, taunting the dolls that were dying from the fire. Tiny slivers of firelight stayed on my dress as I twirled. I felt like I was a dancer on a stage, a stage I had created, with those cursed creations watching me in envy.

The room was so hot, I could've swore my skin started festering. An alarm went off. The shouts of those who did not live within my mind echoed around the house. I guess the fire was finally starting to reach the living...

Instead, as the imaginary blood pooled beneath my feet, I grinned. I looked around at the beautiful scenery, colours of the sun. My past life was disappearing, everything I was made of.

Mallow's head lay black and lifeless in the fire, her plastic eyes showing the strangest kind of fear. It was so human, I felt a shiver of excitement.

HAHAHAHA!

But one particular doll caught my eye. It was a young man, with blond hair tied in a short ponytail. He wore a brown overcoat and trousers, with a black fedora hat. He had just one button eye, and a grin stitched into his face. He was the only doll that did not scream at me. It was the detective, the 101th doll, the one doll I haven't yet completed. Before he had died, he had wanted me to make a doll of him, as a sixteen year old detective...

"...sure, Len. I just don't know why you would want to make yourself older than me...Well, its because I WANT to be a detective when I grow older! Then I can solve mysteries with you, like in those books we read! That doll is me in the future!...Aha, I see! Then I should make a detective Rin doll too! Now, lets get started...Thanks, Rin! I love you!..."

I chucked the detective out of the window, to get rid of the flashback. Since his death, I never got a chance to finish the doll. He has one eye. The stitching in his arms and legs needed fixing. There was a long gap down his back that I made to put in the stuffing.

The doll did not make a sound as it disappeared through the window. It was the last reminder of him I have ever had, besides the constant grief that weighs my heart down now and then. I found myself leaking again, this time in tears and not blood.

"I'm sorry Len..."

I'm SO going to the asylum after this.


a/n: Ah, well, that was a start. :) And that was just the prologue, so I'll have more coming. Thanks!