A man was sitting in a room with a clock. His eyes strayed to the clock as they always did. He was watching the clock, waiting for her home coming. The clock was interesting, with seven hands and seven pictures. The first one was a feather, the second a violin, next was a watering can, then the Garden shears, a rose petal, a strawberry, and finally a white rose. The hands normally pointed to one picture, but occasionally the hands would waver and move towards another before moving back to the other picture.

An odd clock but an even odder man, he was the Father of seven daughters but he was only waiting for one. Alice. Alice was beautiful, perfect in every way. Her father was waiting ever patiently for her to come home to the manor. The manor was odd also. It was always quiet. It too was waiting for Alice. The manor was in an odd location. A place with many worlds, the manor, Rozen manor, was only one of the many worlds.

Rozen, the father of Alice and the manor's owner, found out Alice was on her way one day. Two of the hands were trying to point to different pictures. It went on for a few minutes and finally one hand snapped to another picture .The other hand pointed to the same picture like it had before. Rozen said nothing but smiled. Alice was on her way.

As time went on more of the hands began to change where they pointed. One day two hands pointed to one picture the next day they both pointed at a different one. One day, when all the hands were pointing to one picture or another one, the hands wavered crazily showing no signs of stopping, until all seven hands pointed to a single picture.

At this an odd rabbit-or was it a man? - opened the door to the room. He smiled and guided in a beautiful doll. The doll stood there silently, her eyes set on Rozen. He smiled and spoke to her, "Welcome Home Alice." The doll was silent still but her eyes were shining at being addressed as Alice. He then embraced the girl holding her tight. Her doll form now discarded, laid on the ground an undeniable sadness about it.

At the moment Alice came home, Rozen forgot he had seven other daughters. Seven dolls now sat in Alice's room. She could never remember why she had them or when she had gotten them. Her father could not answer the question but Alice felt that they were a reminder of something horrible that had happened before she was born. A similar feeling surrounded the clock in the parlor. Alice didn't know and Rozen had no reason to remember now that Alice, his perfection was home. The shells of the seven girls lay there forgotten.

Peach-pit owns Rozen Maiden Not me :P

I like how this one came out x3

Explanations about some things:

1. The clock is keeping track of who possess a rosa mystica so when one hand point tos another picture a doll has lost a rosa mystica

2. Who won the game is up to you

3. Alice is perfect so her looks and personality are different to each person since everyone has a different view of what perfection is.

4. There is no number four

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Until next time!