warning: slight lime at the end. germany being not germany and curious. also mentions of cutting, abuse, and anorexia.

yada yada yada, onto the chapter!

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[ Your PoV ]

After the suddenly weird night, I woke up, totally missing my alarm. "Shit!" I scream. I had another shift again today, this time in the morning as the Tour Guide. Groaning, I grab my phone and dial my boss.

"Boss I-" You begin, but he interjects. "(Y/n)! Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you last night." I blink. "Wha?" Was all I could muster. "Yes, you're off for a week. You've been tired lately, so I'm giving you a break from work until you feel better. Is that alright with you, Ms. (Y/n)?"

I breathe. "Y-Yes sir. T-Thank you." I stutter, sinking back into my bed. "Thank you. Thank you!" He chuckled. "No problem, (Y/n). Now get some rest, I'll see you next week."

Ending the phone call, I curl up into a ball and sob happily. "Thank you. Thank fuckin' you, Mr. Gurero!" I praise. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

My eyes droop. Suppose I might as well sleep in again, and do my college work later.

•

[ Ludwig's PoV ]

I can't move my body. But that's obvious. I'm back to being a doll again on display. I'm so happy I got to see (Y/n) in person, as well as hear her sing. Oh, I can't wait to see her again today!

But as time past on, even after opening, and even after tour group after tour group, I didn't see her. I began to panic. She promised to be here today. Where is she?!

By noon, I was losing my mind. (Y/n)... (Y/n) where were you? It's lunch time. I should see you. But I don't!

Emotions fill me. Did (Y/n) lie? But... I trusted (Y/n)! How could she?

I sat there as I always had, and waited for her to come back.

•

A week. A week as pasted. Still no sign of the (h/c)ed girl. I sigh in defeat. Perhaps she forgot me again, damn it.

Mr. Gurero, the owner is waiting. Night shift, I suppose. Besides, someone needs to watch over this place at night. Though, I want it to be (Y/n).

Who walks into the door, uniform in all?

No other than (Y/n) herself. My eyes 'tear'. Am I happy? Am I angry? God, I don't know.

She comes to me first, and to my surprise she's more tired than last week. Her hair is in a mess, and her eyes are puffy and read. I feel bad.

She sits by my glass display, and puts her head on the glass. "Sorry, Luddy," she whispers, in a broken tone. "I had a week off to rest. But ynknow, fuck... I did nothing but rest." Her eyes close, and she sobs.

"Oh, fuck, Luddy, I'm so stressed. College has been killing me. I can't even afford to pay my rent in my apartment! I've hungry, I'm starving, and I don't know what to do anymore, fucking hell!" She pounds on the glass, though careful not to break it. My heart aches. No wonder she's always tired, she has so much going on.

Immediately I transform into my human self, worry filling me. "L-Liebling?" I ask. She turns to look at me, still crying and still a miss. "L-Luddy-" she chokes. "I-I'm s-so-"

"There is no need, liebling." I say, "No need to apologize."

"But Ludwig!" She sobs. "If I can't afford to pay for my apartment, I'll have to find another job, which means you'll never see me again!"

The feeling in my throat returns again. "N-Never...?" I whisper.

"Never," she answers.

I engulf her in a hug, my arms wrapping around her. She softly sobs in my clothes, but I don't care. What I do care about is this girl, a girl I barely know but have grown attached to, a girl who is breaking down in font of me as I speak, so scared she'll loose everything.

Just like me.

"(Y/n)." My voice huskily whispers. "(Y/n). I will fix everything."

"I would believe you if you wheren't a doll stuck in a fuckin museum, Ludwig! As if you have the power to change anything that has happened to me!"

I close my eyes and lay my head on her shoulder, hugging her tighter.

"Just believe me, schatz." I say, rubbing circles on her back.

"I will."

•

[ Your PoV ]

After what seemed like forever, I went home, feeling probably worse than I did going there. Was Ludwig going to fix everything. I click my tongue, rubbing my eyes. Ha, as if. If it would be easy I'd poof back and make my parents love me again.

As if.

Turning over and snuggling into my pillow, I sigh. Maybe I do believe the German, after all, if he can turn into a human and back into a human again, I wouldn't see so surprised.

As the let darkness engulf my vision, a small memory from my past clicks itself into my brain. Smiling, I fall asleep.

•

Morning's rays hit my face, and the smell of bacon makes it's way to my nose. Yawning, I smile, remembering the times my father would cook breakfast for us on the weekends. Speaking of weekends, it was Saturday, and boy, I was glad it was.

Now who was cooking bacon and sizzling eggs at 8am on a Saturday morning in my kitchen? I was curious.

Slowly waking out, I see a rather tall figure in the kitchen, back turned to face the stove where he cooked. It took my a moment to register the sight, but when I did I gasped.

"Ludwig?!" I say in disbelief. The German turns to me, wearing a blue apron, slightly blushing.

"G-Guten M-Morgen, liebling." He says. "Y-You're awake."

"Sure hell I am. How the fuck did you get into my apartment, and where the fuck did you suddenly found out where I live?!" Setting two plates on the table as well as the food, he motions me to come over and eat. "Oh, so you're just gonna ignore my questions? Well I-"

The bacon and egg smell was to tempting to argue with. Stubbornly, I make my way to the table and sit, grabbing eggs, bacon, and a piece of toast and eat it.

Being my first time I had a decent meal, I ate probably 5 pieces of toast before we ran out. Not to mention, Ludwig was a great cook for being a doll all his life.

"So," he says, munching on the remains of his bacon, "I'll answer your question, liebling."

"One, Magic. Two, I asked Mr. Gurero." I blink, sipping my orange juice. He sighed. "I just was so worried for you, (Y/n), so I had to see your myself."

I nod. "So are you going back?"

"No."

I spit out my orange juice. "The fuck? You're not? I'm not saying its a bad thing that you wanna stay, I was lonely, b-but you're a doll, Ludwig. You're a fuckin' piece of history!"

"So?" He retorts. "I'm staying with you. Forever."

I get up. "Where's my voice in it? You can't just barge into someone's apartment and then declare you're going to stay! That's fucking insane and inhuman!"

"Because I said so." His voice growled, deepening, the air surround us becoming unbreathable. I shake, unfamiliar with this type of atmosphere. He realizes and goes back to being normal.

"Just. Believe me, (Y/n)." He whispered. "Just... do, alright?"

I blink, and give up. Damn, this guy is good, and hella scary.

"I'll wash the dishes. You can return to bed." He says, his tone acting as if it where an order. Not wanting to make him anymore mad, I slip back into my warm, soft bed.

•

[ Ludwig's PoV]

After washing the dishes and putting them back, I sigh. I didn't know it was this hard being a human, damn.

Stretching, I walk over to (Y/n)'s room, wondering what she was doing. As I peek into the doorway, I see her figure, sleeping peacefully as if nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong, at least in my eyes.

However, seeing her peaceful figure made me want to curl up with her and kiss her on the head and snuggle-

"Verdammit!" I whisper, slapping myself. "What am I thinking? I barely know (Y/n), so why am I having these thoughts about her?

Thats easy, My inner-self tells me. Because she's worth all the trouble and pain. Don't you want to see her smile genuinely like she did all those months ago when she first saw you?

I sigh. I sure do want to put a smile on her face, but I feel like I am burdening her even more.

As I struggle to choose between slipping into her bed and into her arms or giving her space to breathe, she slowly gets up, rubbing her eyes.

"Shit," she says rather sleepily. "I need to buy you clothes."

"What's wrong with the one I have on?" I ask, pointing to my crisp, clean white uniform.

"Well, you're going to get weird looks, Luddy," she says, scowling a bit. "And you look out of place in today's society."

"What year is it again?"

"2018."

I mentally slap myself. Verdammit, I forgot that this isnt the 20th century. However, whenever she said buy, she looked a bit hesitant to do so.

Getting up, she grabs her wallet and puts on a jacket. "Well, time to buy you clothes, Ludwig," she says, holding back a sigh. She then whispers to herself, and then makes it to the door.

"Oh," she says again, "Don't do too much rummaging while I'm gone. At least save the last bit of sanity while you're at it, ok?" I nod, and she leaves.

This might be interesting.

•

After an hour of carefully digging through the apartment, I came to a realization that (Y/n) is tight on money. Very, very tight. I just noticed, but there wasn't much food in the fridge, which is why I simply made eggs, bacon, and toast.

I realize once more that the last few dollars for personal items and food where going to be spent on clothes.

My clothes.

I bite my lip. Suddenly, I feel so bad. I made her life harder, yet she's doing this to me. I feel like an asshole, honestly.

The last room I dig in is in her room. Other than a bed, a desk with a laptop sitting on it, and a few other things her room was quite plain. A small, blue book, however, catches my eye. Going over and grabbing it, I inspect it.

It's her journal, I think to myself. She has a journal? When was this here?

Curious, I slowly open the book and read the first page.

11/13/17

I just landed myself in this apartment, with not much money. Sure, the rent was at least manageable, but the starting price is what worries me. Without no job, I wouldn't be able to keep this apartment for long. Guess it's back to apartment hunting for me.

•

11/20/17

I landed myself a job in a museum nearby. The pay is good, so I might keep the apartment for a while. Maybe, or maybe not. I still haven't counted in the food, the bills, my college, and all the bs this world has given me.

Oh, and I saw a doll in the museum. He looked kinda lonely so I flashed him a smile. Though I probably made myself look more stupid IMO.

The boss, Mr. Gurero, is a kind, old man. He totally understands my situation/my college, so he won't make me work as much as the others. As much as I hate to admit it, it isn't fair. Right off the bat I'm treated differently, so I hope I wont get bullied by the other workers.

I flip each page, reading, and reading, and reading. Finally, I get to a page that mentions me again.

12/5/17

The doll, I think "German Doll" is his nickname (which I think is horrible), is acting up again. At least, that's what my co-workers tell me.

The doll keeps on whispering for me at night shifts, and he keeps on spooking everyone else, wanting me to be there.

It's rather strange. I keep on getting this feeling whenever I give tours that he's listening to me talk about him. All my co-workers say he's haunted and out to steal my soul, but I only believe in that first part. I mean, I have so much shit going on that I think someone killing me in my sleep in an wonderful thought.

Last night, on my shift, I could kinda feel his presence. He was obviously happy for me to be there but I wasn't. And it wasn't because of him. Rip sleep.

So instead of walking around the place and spacing off I sat near him and had this awkward, one-sided conversation with him. I told him that I was fine, and to not kill me in my sleep because I had homework to finish when I got home and work to go to the following day. I think he listened, but I wasn't really paying attention.

At the end of my shift, I could tell he didn't want me to leave, basically by the atmosphere. But I told him I would see him again 'cause this is my work. I think I convinced him? Again, I'm not sure.

I hope the doll doesn't come to life. If he does, I hope he treats me well.

My breath hitches. So she doesn't hate me? I think to myself. That's wonderful!

I read the next journal entry, hoping it would be good again.

12/6/17

Mom called. Told me I was useless, worthless. Told her, "Ma, can't tell what's also known." Cursed at me more than hung up. I seriously don't know why she even does this. To remind me I'm a failure who barely can survive on her own?

I can't afford to cut myself right now. I don't want to found out again (bc i bled through my shirt), so maybe I won't eat? Ah, who knows?

I freeze. (Y/n)... doesn't eat? And she cuts? What is cutting anyways?

As I ponder, the door clicks open.

•

[ Your PoV ]

"Ludwig, I'm home," I say nonchantantly. "Ludwig?"

The apartment is silent, all but for a lamp lit dimly in my room. My house seems a lot cleaner than what it was when I left. Ludwig must've cleaned it up for me. How cute.

He still doesn't answer. That or A) He's sleeping or B) He left but he forgot to turn off my lamp. Sighing, I approached my room, cautious. Peeking in, I see Ludwig holding my journal, opened to the last entry I put. He turns is head around, eyes wide, and I hitch my breath.

"Ludwig," I say slowly, "Did you read my journal?" He still stares as me, as if he is at a loss of words. "Ludwig?"

Fuck. He must've read everything if he's staring, dumbfounded at me.

"(Y/n)?" He says, jawline clenching, "Let me see your wrist."

Immediately, I rush in, trying to pry the book out of his hands. Damn, his grip was strong.

He pulls me in, our faces barely meeting, and pulls my jacket sleeve up. His blue eyes express worry.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asks while inspecting my wrist. I yank it away from him, holding it to my chest. "F..For a while now." I manage to say, being vague as possible. Again, his mouth closes, and his jaws clench together as if I had committed the biggest crime and he had no idea how to respond.

"Ludwig I-"

"... You're complicated, (L/n)." He says, getting up from his spot. "I'm... very worried."

"Well," I sigh, "You really shouldn't." His eyes express an unknown emotion, but he says nothing.

"I'll... I'll get y-your clothes. You should t-take a shower, Luddy." He doesn't argue, and just walks out of the room, eyes set focus on the bathroom door. I sigh, grabbing the bag of clothes and quietly shutting my bedroom door, sinking into the back of the door.

"Oh Ludwig," I mutter as I get up. "Why must you be so... complicated? And worried?"

•

30 minutes pass. He still hasn't come out of the bathroom, and the water stopped running a little while ago. I began to worry. What did my friend do now?

Grabbing his night clothes, I approach the door. "L... Ludwig?" I ask, knocking.

No reply.

"Luddy?"

Still no reply.

"I... I know you're mad at me for not telling you but..." I look down. "I just.. Never really told anyone, and no one really has batted an eye towards the situation, ynknow."

The door clicks to unlock, and Ludwig, towel wrapped around his waist, pulls me into the warm, moist room. He blushes, but doesn't say anything.

"I've been waiting for you," is what he says. "I want to take a shower with you."

I laugh nervously. "I don't want to see your dick, Lud."

"Then don't look there." I freeze.

"Fine, we'll take a shower together, probably to conserve water or somethin'."

His eyes light up a bit, but it's really hard to tell in a really steamy room. As I began to take off my clothes, he grabs me by the wrist, this time gently. "Wha?" I say. "I can take it off myself, Luddy." He seems to not believe me. I sigh. "Fine."

As he slowly takes off my clothes, he stops to observe my back, covered in bruises. "Ah," I say, knowing what he'll ask. "My mom." He simply nods and takes off the rest of my clothing.

Entering the shower, he blasts water onto the both of us, making the room much hotter and steamier. He fingercombs my hair with shampoo, scrubbing it well as if he had done this before. He does this also with conditioner, and then sits down.

"Hm?" I question. He points to his hair. Ah, so he wants me to wash his hair too. I do so, giving it rigorous combing. His hair falls down from the jell and falls over his face. I giggle.

"I've never seen you with your hair down," I comment, conditioning it. He smiles. "J-Ja." He says.

After that, he got back up again and grabbed the soap. Hearing him sigh, I look up at him. "Wha?" I mutter, and his face is beet red.

Slowly and gently, he scrubs my body. All is well until he reaches my upper thighs, and his breath hitches. Squeezing a part of it, I yelp, blushing a bit.

"Ludwig, fuckin' hell!" I yelp again as he does so to the other side. He blushes even harder now, registering my reaction to the touch. He continues once more.

Once again, he stops at my breasts. He seems rather confused as why there are big balls on my chest. He gives one a squeeze. I manage not to squeak this time. He squeezes both. I shrudder.

"Stop," I hiss weakly. Apparently now he gets that women have sensative parts, geez!

"Ah, I'm sorry I-" He starts rubbing the nips. Bad idea.

My back arches slightly. "F-Fuck! God dammit Ludwig I- Ah!" I moan loudly, back now really arch as he pinches. Fuck, fuck! Stop it Ludwig, dammit.

Surprised, he quickly continues washing my body and shoves me out of the shower and out of the room. Flinching at the cold air, I hiss. "The fuck was he doing?" I say to myself, towel wrapped around my shaking body. Sure, he's never touched a human body but could he get the point that he shouldn't touch?! I scoff.

"Might as well get ready for bed."