Summary: Oliver Kirkland was absolutely obsessed with doll like beauty. When his son Arthur Kirkland is born, he becomes absolutely crazed with him. As a little boy, Arthur was the perfect doll boy until he went to school. As he grew, he became rougher but Oliver would not let that happen to his dear Arthur. Using alchemy and black magic he turned his precious boy into a doll. Permanently. Or so it seems. Not a 2p!talia tale,
Dear Reader,
It is now that I write this, in my deathbed, with a heavy heart until I say what I must say.
I don't know when it happened… perhaps it was something I was born into, after all the family business was toy making. Dolls. Beautiful, delicate, and perfect dolls. I always loved the way they looked, as if someone shrunk a perfect person. With this in mind I planned to find the perfect person that was as if they were a living doll. First I found my ex-wife Francine. The Frenchwomen was a delicate flower, she was a lovely being but she had certain flaws that ruined possible perfection. And so I left her. One time I met another French person, a man named François, he wasn't what most people would consider beautiful, but I decided to give a different style a try. He was gruff, he was a bit rude, and wasn't the neatest person, but I grew to care for him. No. I couldn't love him despite caring for him. He wasn't what I wanted. I continued my quest to find a perfect person for me to love and then…. And then I found someone close to perfect. She was the wife of my Scottish cousin but both were unhappy with their relationship. They had been in an arranged marriage their fathers made and once they were dead, they separated. I met her one-day when I helped them move away from Uncle Allan' old home. We fell for each other. We could be happy together, this I knew. My dear wife Alice. Alice had golden long hair that was put in high pigtails. She had soft skin of a pale complexion and a slim figure that could wear any dress. At last I was satisfied with her and loved her dearly. Once we were settled down and ready to have a family, my dear Alice gave birth to our young son Arthur. When I first set sight on his vibrant green eyes… the world stopped for a moment.
Arthur grew up rather sheltered. Alice absolutely insisted that he be well taken care of and I couldn't agree more. My Arthur had to have the best, the best of everything! He had the hair of his mother, a gorgeous golden blonde that was as silk, he had her complexion, it seemed to radiate moonlight, though he had a large pair of eyebrows, much like my own, they seemed to add charm to his face…. his face… that face was most definitely that of a cherub. Rosy cheeks and a delicate smile, large moist eyes that had tiny stars shining in them. With tiny hands and tiny feet, and soft features, he was endearing. His laughter should have been a crime as it seemed to light the world better than the soon. When he was a tiny boy, he was extremely well mannered, he was shy like a bunny rabbit, and sensitive. The boy was positively perfect in every way imaginable. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay that way forever.
School. School ruined him- no… the little brats that my dear boy had to be around begun to ruin him. They teased him endlessly and made his pretty emeralds shed tears. They hit him and beat him. They gave his perfect skin ugly and unsightly marks. They changed him. He became more and more short tempered; he was cynical, and stubborn as a mule. I hated it so much. I watched for years as he grew up. One day…. he got in a bad fight. He won but was ruined with bruises, with cuts and scratches, it was a miracle he didn't break his nose or even scar. That was a very close call but I couldn't take it anymore. No more would I allow things change him. Not even time. Not even age. Not even himself.
To keep him from getting injured anymore, I had to lock him in his room. He was unhappy and would constantly try to get out. Alice reluctantly kept him locked up but I convinced her it was for the best. Once he was completely healed up, I took him to the basement. Arthur was very confused of course, but I told him he was getting a reward for staying in his room. He was angered and said he didn't want anything, but it was too late by then, he noticed too late what he walked onto. When he did notice, his anger melted into fear. Why would he fear? He did his best to try and escape but he couldn't. At last I gave to him my greatest gift. I gave him eternal beauty.
Ungrateful he was! He was completely ungrateful and was actually upset. I couldn't have him running around so I had to keep him still. That upset him even more and now Alice got upset as well. She deemed me insane and obsessive when all I had done was protect our son! Alas she had to be taken care of. After that she was quite obedient. I made Arthur all sorts of things, things only he could have, I made him perfect. Days passed. Months. Then years and decades did too. Time has flown out the widow and my beloved Alice has parted from this world and I know fully well that I am close behind.
That is why I write this letter to you dear reader; you are to take care of my Arthur. Take care of him and wind him constantly. Be warned, wind too much and he'll get out of hand. Don't wind at all, he'll sleep a dreamless sleep. I watch him still with his eyes closed, I wasn't able to wind him and now can't say good-bye. As my parting gift to him, I will give him something to watch over, you will watch over him as well. You have no choice.
Sincerely, Oliver Kirkland.
What a shame it was that the letter fell into the wrong hands. What a shame it was that the person who it was meant for didn't get to read it. It would have saved him quite a bit of stress. What a shame he won't wind correctly. What a shame, or not perhaps, that he will feel sympathy for the "perfect" boy. What an adventure will begin. What a friendship will formed. What a tale will be spun.
A.N: A story I have been wanting to write for a long time. Oliver and Alice won't appear again for the most part, just in flashbacks.
Nyo!England: Mama Kirkland a.k.a Alice Kirkland
2p!England: Papa Kirkland a.k.k Oliver Kirkland