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The sound of soft opera music plays in the background as one of the members of the Masked Fools places a mask on the marionette. She hasn’t woken up yet, and she won’t until Aha decides.
R/I, the beautiful marionette, was the most special of all the Masked Fools. Yes, she was previously human when she joined them. A lost girl looking for light. She found this group with the help of the one and only, Sampo Koski.
You were a darling sight to behold before, but now you’re the gorgeous, perfect image of a Masked Fool.
If only you’d smile, though. If only you’d laugh with purpose. One of the reasons Aha regrets turning you into a marionette is because you barely feel emotions now.
Oh the joy of being a Masked Fool, and you can’t even appreciate it…
Well, that’s besides the point. Not only are you the perfect poster child, you can also dance like an elegant ballerina and kill- oops, I mean defeat anyone in your way.
Just perfect, a darling little doll strong enough to support the whole group. No wonder Sparkle favors you! You’re so quiet to be around too, making her talk even more- which she loves to do!
A gentle knock raps on her door. When no response comes to him, Sampo gently prods the door open to see you still not awake. He glances at the Masked Fool who freezes at the sight of him, then scurries off like a little rat.
Sampo chuckles before crouching down in front of you. He gently takes the mask off, wanting you to be able to at least breathe clearly when waking up.
His hand gently runs up and down your arm, feeling the odd texture of your skin. Yes, you’re now wooden, yet you’re still human.
It’s like that one cyborg you met. Oh, what was it?... Boothill! Yes, quite the sweetheart with his cute little Knight of Beauty boyfriend. Boothill wasn’t really human anymore, similar to your state. Yet his motors ran underneath to make his face warm like a human's. Your wooden body is still warm, warm from the pumping of the blood of your beating heart.
Sampo’s hand finally settles in yours. His hand was much larger, not only because you were a bit smaller than the average human (your stature is similar to Herta’s puppets), but also because Sampo was much larger than the average human.
When you two met, you didn’t really think he was completely human. To be honest, you don’t know where he’s from and what age he is, but that doesn’t matter in this group of Fools. Everyone has their own secrets, yet so many believe Sampo’s might be that he’s an Emanator.
You’ve finally woken up, of course with a joyous little giggle echoing from the sky. Aha seems to find the simplest of things exciting and funny.
“Good morning~” Sampo greets you with his usual cat-like smile, but his teasing voice is much gentler around you.
“Mm, hi Sampo.” you reply tiredly. Unlike Boothill, your voice sounds completely like a human's, no different from when you were human. Though, that lack of feeling can be a bit apparent in your tone.
“Someone’s tired.” he notes playfully, before bringing your mask back into view. The porcelain is decorated similar to the rest of your attire. It’s painted white with a grinning, almost at the verge of giggling, face on it. A singular red teardrop is right underneath the left eye, and a silk white bow is glued onto the corner of the mask, with a string of pearls elegantly dangling down from it.
It’s made to match your pretty silk white dress. Cut with a heart neckline, straps tied into bows, and a flowy, circle skirt coming down to your mid thighs made to look like a simple ballerina’s practice skirt. A large, like so large it’s almost comical, crimson red bow is tied around your waist in the back. Strings of pearls curve up like curtains on the V waistline of your dress, while white mary jane kitten heels are placed on your feet, ribbons of the same crimson color attached to them to tie up your calves like ballerina slippers.
Everything about your appearance is carefully picked out to make you shine elegantly. Even the simple makeup to keep you powdered and looking ‘naturally pretty’, up to the way your hair is sometimes accessorized, tied or braided (you normally go for low-hanging pigtails), and the eye catching jewelry of crimson tear drop earrings, a small black ribbon, two tiered pearl necklace around your neck, and small but blinging bracelets around your wrists.
You sigh, taking the mask into your hands.
“Hey, today’s not that busy, don’t worry.” Sampo reassures you with a gentle touch to your chin, making you look at him in his emerald eyes.
You nod slowly in response with a quiet mumble of, “Alright.”
He smiles slightly, “That’s my girl. How about this? I promise you that the two of us can do whatever your heart desires for the rest of the day after, well basically what we have, chores.”
“Mm, okay. Sounds good.” you reply.
That earns a grin from him. “Perfect! Now let’s get up, missy, or else I’m gonna get yelled at for keeping the ‘Poster Child’ in her room rebelling…I hope you got over your rebellious phase in your teenage years.” he lifts a brow playfully in question.
A giggle escapes you, making the invisible strings that control you to bounce in delight from Aha’s joy at your laugh. “Yeah, I got over it.”
He hums happily as you place your mask on the side of your head and offers you a gloved hand to take. “Good, and I’m your little chores partner for today, as per us’.”
You nod along and take his hand as you get up. You’re slightly wobbly but it doesn’t take long for you to steady again.
Being driven to a state where you have to rely on people more than you used to is less than ideal in your books, especially as someone so introverted. Sampo as your main help, though? Well, that makes things a bit better.