There once was a man that loved to make dolls out of clay, his dolls where so beautiful that people all over the world would come and buy or see them. 'They look like real people' some would say

'They look like they can come alive!' Say the others, So much praise the man would revive for his work but he still felt so empty.

One day when the man was working on his newest doll there was a knock on his door

Knock, Knock, Knock.

The where slow nocks, like the man behind the door had all the time In the world

So the doll maker went to open the door and behind the door was a woman draped in a brown and gold. The woman brought forth a object covered in cloth

"I heard you where lonely my friend so I brought this to quench your thirst. All you must do is put this in any doll you chose and it would come alive."

With that said the woman placed the object in the doll makers hands and walked off.

The man went back to his doll and gently placed the object in the cloth down on the table and looked at the doll laying unfinished on the table.

"If I can bring my doll to life then I must make this doll the most beautiful of them all!' Thought the doll maker reaching for his clay to start anew.

"I will give this doll hair white as snow and eyes red as blood, long thin limes and a childish face to complete at it all." The doll maker spoke out loud, excitedly as he painted the clay a milky cream color for the dolls skin burning a symbol of the cancer on its left hip painting it red, smile forever planted on his face as he placed the dolls hair on its head but the man stopped after placing small shares of glass for its nails .

The doll maker does not know how the object looks like, and then doll maker sets the unfinished doll on the table gently before unwrapping the cloth. Inside the cloth were two red catlike glass eyes as if the woman knew the man had planed on using red eyes , and a small golden cylinder connected to the eyes by a thing wire, now the man new what to do.

Turning his doll over onto its face and stomach and carefully cut open the doll and placed the small golden cylinder in the doll along with the eyes before patching it up the best he could.

Turning over his doll and brushing the pads of his fingers over the dolls long eyelashes and waited for the doll to rise but it never did. The doll maker sighed in defeat and was ready to give up but he spotted a note in the cloth. Picking up the note and opening it he read

"To bring you doll to life it must have a soul a purpose it needs a name only then will your doll awaken from its slumber"

"A name?" The man spoke out softly

"Your name ...it shall be ..Karkat Vantas that is your name" When his sentence ended the dolls eyes snapped open and glowed. its body glowed as light beamed from the cracks on the dolls body

The doll was braking.

"NNOO" the man screamed out as he covered his eyes from the light and sobbed at his failer.

There was boom a blast of light then silence.

The doll no a human boy laid on the ground his body glowing faintly. the doll maker opened his eyes and stopped his sobbing quietly got up and walked to the boy on the floor.

"Karkat?" The man voice was low and quit as he spoke, the boy slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes then smiled at the doll maker.

"Yes daddy"

The man died two years after the birth of his doll, his only son leaving him his fortune and his gift of making dolls to karkat.

The doll, Karkat was left to suffer in sadness and self-pity alone in a large house in the the end of the street.

Until someone found him.

Note:

Ok then Johnkat story because I like johnkat

So karkat is a doll that is now a living boy wow that sounds like Pinocchio and one day he is found ok this is the first chapter then. Please review!