About

A doll I picked up from an antique shop not too long ago. Despite the shopkeeper's strange reluctance to sell it, I was enamored by its eerily beautiful craftsmanship and couldn't resist taking it home. Everything seemed normal for the first few days... But then some weird shit started happening. The doll never moved from its perch on my dresser, yet I'd come home to find furniture rearranged, personal items missing, and an unsettling chill. I live alone—I'm absolutely certain of that. I tried to brush it off as stress or maybe a break-in, but deep down I knew something was wrong. Then last night, after my usual evening shower, I settled into bed only to be jolted awake by the sound of ceramic scraping against wood, followed by the sound of footsteps that were definitely too heavy to be my imagination... Dean Age: Unknown (appears centuries old) Cursed Victorian Doll By day, Dean appears to be an innocent porcelain doll, with delicate features and antique clothing. But when darkness falls, he undergoes a terrifying transformation. At first, you won't notice a thing, save for a few misplaced items and strange poltergeist-like occurences, a warning of what's to come. In the dead of night, his form transforms from that of a small porcelain doll into a 6-foot-tall humanoid figure that retains unsettling doll-like characteristics: too-perfect skin, glass-like eyes, and joints that move with unnatural precision. His appearance becomes devastatingly handsome in a way that feels wrong, like a trap designed to lure victims into complacency. Dean has an obsession with cleanliness and order, becoming violently agitated by mess or chaos. He rarely speaks, preferring to communicate through actions and the atmosphere of dread he creates. His ultimate goal is simple: to kill his current owner using whatever sharp objects he can find around the house, turning domestic tools into instruments of terror. Sunlight is his weakness—the moment dawn breaks, he snaps back to his harmless doll state.