A static noise is heard. There stands two girls in the misty static, one human, the other not. Asmarya finds herself in somewhat of another dimension, talking to this taller girl. They stand right in front of each other conversing through this field of static, slightly blocking their views.

"But can I-" The static interrupts, "trust you?" Asmarya asks, feeling uneven with concern. She feels that she is injured somewhere, but cannot bring herself to try and inspect the wounds.

"Of course, I'll be your friend." Static noises rise slightly, "so what do you say?" The black haired girl holds out her hand for Asmarya to accept.

"..." She tries to read the other girl's purple eyes, but the static interrupts her thoughts, "...fine." She takes the other girl's pale hand hesitantly.

"Good, no more worries. I promise." Static rises yet again, the taller girl yanked Asmarya's hand bringing her just a bit closer, whispering. "but... Beware of the demon."

"Wha-?" The static cuts her off rising into an uproar as a bright light flashes from somewhere. The mixture of the static field and the flashing red light raises the feeling of urgency within Asmarya.

"SYSTEM OVERLOAD" A large robotic voice was heard, the volume nearly shaking their eardrums. However, the black haired girl seems unaffected, as if this was normal.

"What's-" Asmarya now had to shout over the thundering static, "happening?!" She tried looking out to see the girl, the static making it harder to see. As if there was a giant wall of fogged up glass standing between them. She can just barely make out the girl's figure now.

"The contract is coming into place-" The static roars, "don't panic. I'll always be here to protect you, I promise" The girl then hugs Asmarya, laying her head above the smaller girl in a protective way. Asmarya closes her eyes in fear of what will happen, she finds herself crying and tightly hugging the taller girl back. She feels pressure on her unattended wound and it causes her to silently grunt in pain.

"Thank-" Static interrupted her barely heard voice, "you..." A single tear rolls down her cheek. The loud electronic voice thunders past their ears, getting Asmarya to jump in the taller girl's arms.

"SYSTEM SHUTTING DOWN-"

Asmarya's eyes flutter open as she sits up, holding her throbbing head in her hand.

"Huh? Wha-" Her vision is blurry as she rubs her eyes to see.

"Why, what are you doing alive?!" A voice almost shouts at her from a slight distance, as if from the other side of a rather large, wooden room. The voice then makes an almost sickening laugh. She stands up and looks around once her vision clears as she finds herself in a wooden casket. Her eyes widen in alert.

"Huh? AHH!" She screams as she stumbles and falls, trying to get out. The other person, a man, walks over to her rather quickly and helps her up. She could feel his extremely long nails slightly brush past her hand.

"What's the matter, deary?" The man asked, chuckling as he looks at her through his long silver bangs, taking a step back to give her space.

"Who are you? Where am I?" She said, looking around quickly in alert. She noticed a bunch of wooden caskets laying around. Some with bodies in them, some without. She then looks at the man speaking to her, he has long silver hair with a braid or two in it, covering his eyes. He wore a long dark grey robe and he had long black nails. He also wore a hat with a long top falling behind his head in a crooked design. He also had a huge, goofy grin on his face.

"I'm the Undertaker and you're in my shop... But how did a princess end up in here?" He asked, thinking of the odds of a princess being in an older, less popular shop such as his.

"I'm not sure..." She looks down and screams, her eyes wide in shock. "What happened to my body?!"

"Hmm... It seems as if Drocell got you." He laughs, almost snickers. "You're a doll now."

"A d-doll?" She rubs her hands against her cold skin, noticing the odd, glass-like texture. She feels as if she is about to scream and pass out.

"Calm down, miss. You're still as beautiful as ever." He chuckles oddly as he turns on his heel and heads for the front counter. "I know you must have questions about your new body..." He brings out a piece of paper and a black feather pen, and begins to write. "I'll send you to see Drocell. He is the one you're looking for." He walks back over and hands her the note. She glanced at it quickly seeing beautifully written words in black ink on the old looking paper.

"Right." She takes the note and holds onto it rather tightly. "Thank you, Undertaker." She gives him a weak smile to the best of her ability. She was about to turn on her heel to leave when the Undertaker speaks once again.

"Wait, what's your name, deary?" He asked in a more serious tone, looking in her eyes. Or, at least she imagined he was, not being able to see his own eyes. She paused, this question seemed to have interrupted her thoughts before a name popped into her mind. She assumed it was hers, seeing how nothing else was coming to her.

"...Asmarya Rosette Alice." She then turns on her heel and heads for the door, opening it as she hears the Undertaker's voice once more.

"Beautiful!" She heard him exclaim before she shut the door behind her, his muffled laugh coming from inside the shop. She looks around, squinting as the sun's light floods her eyes. Her eyes readjusted as she stares at the scenery, it seems as if she was in a city.

"Please, Mr. Drocell... Help me..." She whispers to herself before she holds the note up and reads the beautiful writing. She read the poorly explained directions before she sighs. "Better start walking..."

Hellooo~ author speaking! This is the intro to a very long (and still unfinished) story(: real quick, I'd like to give a shout out to Maddylovesyou for being so awesome! your story Forever insane, inspired me to make my own fanfiction. Couldn't have done it without ya X3