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nickname(s)/alias(es)

Duck, Duk2, Duckie

age

38

date of birth

August 7, 1979

position

Domer

orientation

?? – unknown

relationship status

Single

spouse / current partner

n-a

ex-partner(s)

***** (TBD)

siblings

n-a

friends

Jongin

enemies

n-a

writing style

para, semi, novella, mirror

pov preference

3rdpov

disclaimer

very slow replies tbh

writing samples

link

memories

link

           DID YOU EVER LOVE HER? DO YOU KNOW?
            OR DID YOU NEVER WANT TO BE ALONE?

SOMETIMES, WHEN HE CAME HOME WITH CUTS AND BRUISES, HIS MOTHER WOULD TAKE HIM OUT ONTO THE BACK PORCH. AS SHE DRESSED HIS WOUNDS IN THE AFTERNOON SUNSHINE SHE'D HUM A SONG, AND WHEN SHE WAS DONE SHE'D PULL THE BOY ONTO HER LAP.

"WHERE WERE YOUR FRIENDS?" SHE'D ASK

. "...WATCHING."

"THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?"

THE BOY WOULD SHAKE HIS HEAD, AND SHE WOULD TUT IN DISSATISFACTION. NOT OF HER BOY, BUT OF THOSE WHO CLAIMED TO CARE. AFTER ROCKING IN THE CHAIR TOGETHER FOR QUITE SOME TIME SHE'D EVENTUALLY PULL A DOLL FROM UNDER THE RUFFLES OF HER DRESS. THIS TIME IT WAS PINK, WITH WHITE FRILLS AND GOLDREN LOCKS.

"SEE THIS DOLL?"

THE BOY NODS.

"THIS DOLL WILL BE YOUR FRIEND," SHE'D SAY, PLACING IT IN HER SON'S PUDGY, BANDAGE-COVERED HANDS. "AND THIS DOLL WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO. SHE'LL STAY BY YOUR SIDE WHEN I CAN'T BE THERE." AS SHE SPEAKS THE BOY PULLS THE COLLECTION OF PORCELAIN AND FABRIC CLOSER AND CLOSER TO HIS HEART. "HER NAME IS BRIAR, AND SHE HAS MANY OTHER FRIENDS FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH AS WELL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET THEM SOMETIME?"

LOOKING UP AT HIS MOTHER WITH WIDE, ADORING EYES THE BOY NODS ONCE MORE. SHE SMILES AND PRESSES A LOVING KISS TO THE CROWN OF HIS HEAD.

"I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO MEET THEM...TEACH YOU...MY PERFECT DOLL..."

BRIAR WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF KIM JAEDUCK'S DOWNFALL. WITH EACH TOY DOLL HE RECIEVED FROM HIS MOTHER, THE MORE HIS LOVE FOR THE INANIMATE OBJECTS GREW. SHE WAS RIGHT, OF COURSE - THEY'D NEVER LEAVE HIM. THEY WOULDN'T CALL HIM NAMES, OR BEAT HIM UP. HE COULD PLAY WITH THE DOLLS ALL HE WANTED, AND THEY'D NEVER GET TIRED FIRST. ALL IN ALL, IT WAS SUCH AN INNOCENT WAY FOR HER TO BEGIN GROOMING JAEDUCK INTO SOMETHING MUCH MORE...DANGEROUS.

"HERE," SHE SAYS, PLACING A SOFT OBJECT IN THE BOY'S OPEN PALMS. LIQUID DRIPS OVER THE SIDES, RUNNING RIVULETS THROUGH EVERY WRINKLE IN HIS HAND AS HE LOOKS DOWN WITH CURIOSITY BRIMMING.

THE BOY GAZES AT HER, MANY QUESTIONS IN HIS EYES.

"THAT, MY DOLL, IS A HEART – AN EVIL PART OF THE BODY THAT ALL UNFINISHED DOLLS HAVE. THAT," HIS MOTHER PAUSES AND, TAKING A SCALPEL, CUTS INTO THE ORGAN SO IT OOZES. "IS THE REASON THOSE OTHER CHILDREN HURT YOU. WHEN YOU MAKE YOUR OWN DOLLS LIKE MOMMY THIS WILL BE THE FIRST THING YOU GET RID OF."

"...WHY IS IT RED?"

"OH, SILLY," SHE COOS, TAKING THE HEART FROM HIM AND DROPPING IT INTO THE TRASH CAN. THEN SHE PULLS HIM INTO HER LAP, HIS TINY HANDS PRINTING BLOOD ONTO THE BACK OF HER COAT. "THE STUFFING'S JUST A DIFFERENT COLOR."

SINEWS, BONES, SKIN, BLOOD – JAEDUCK SEES THESE ALL THROUGH THE EYES HIS MOTHER GIFTED HIM WITH IN HER TEACHINGS. TO HIM, THE TEARING OF MUSCLES IS JUST STUFFING, SKIN IS SIMPLY A COMPLEX LAYER OF STITCHES AND HUMANS ARE MERELY UNFINISHED PRODUCTS WAITING TO BE TURNED INTO SOMETHING BETTER. JAEDUCK, WITH HIS MOTHER'S GUIDANCE, CREATED HIS OWN FIRST DOLL AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN.

CAREFULLY INSERTING THE NEEDLE INTO THE LITTLE GIRL'S NECK HE FEELS HIS MOTHER'S PRESENCE AT HIS SIDE. SHE RUNS HER HAND UP AND DOWN THE BOY'S BACK, WHISPERING WORDS OF PRAISE WHEN HE GETS IT JUST RIGHT.

"NOW, PULL THE LEVER." SHE TELLS HIM, HELPING THE BOY TO CLIMB THE STOOL THAT REACHES THE DEVICE. WITH ALL THE STRENGTH HE CAN MUSTER HE PULLS IT DOWN, AND A WHOOSH SOUNDS THROUGHOUT THE BASEMENT. HIS MOTHER TAKES HIM BACK TO THE GIRL, WHERE A CLEAR SOLUTION IS BEING PUMPED INTO HER VEINS. A JAGGED SCAR DECORATED HER PALE TORSO RIGHT WHERE THE EVIL HEART USED TO BE.

"AM I DOING IT RIGHT, MOMMY?" HE ASKS, REACHING OUT TO PET THE GIRL'S SOFT BLACK HAIR WHILE HOLDING HIS MOTHER'S HAND.

"YOU ARE, SWEETIE. YOU'RE DOING SO WELL."

EVENTUALLY, JAEDUCK'S MOTHER HAD NOTHING LEFT TO TEACH HIM. AROUND THE SAME TIME HE STARTED SPREADING HIS OWN WINGS SHE FELL INTO AN IN-EXPLICABLE SICKNESS. HER DYING WISH WAS THAT JAEDUCK MAKE HER A DOLL BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE, WANTING TO BE PRESERVED SO SHE COULD "WATCH OVER HIM" FROM WITHIN HER GLASS BOX.

"I LOVE YOU, MOM," HE SAYS, PLACING HIS HEAD INTO HER OPEN PALMS. SHE IS ALREADY PARALYZED FROM THE PREPARATION, UNABLE TO MOVE FROM HER SITTING POSTURE. AS SOLUTION REPLACES BLOOD TEARS DRIP DOWN HER CHEEKS SILENTLY. SHE DOES NOT MAKE A SOUND, FOR SHE DOES NOT WANT THE YOUNG MAN TO FEEL ANYMORE PAIN THAN HE ALREADY HAS.

HE LIFTS HIS HEAD FROM HER LAP, WATCHING HER WITH ADORING EYES, CHEEKS COVERED IN THE SAME TRAIL OF SALTY SADNESS. REACHING UP HE PLACES HIS HAND OVER THE FLEETING BEAT OF HER HEART - A LITTLE SOMETHING NEITHER OF THEM COULD LET GO OF.

"I PROMISE TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU, MOM. DON'T WORRY."

HER PULSE GROWS FAINTER.

"YOU'LL HAVE THE NICEST CLOTHES, AND WE'LL STILL PLAY GAMES. NO ONE ELSE WILL FIND YOU. YOU'LL BE," HIS VOICE BREAKS. "AT PEACE." NOTHING. THE YOUNG MAN STANDS, LEANING FORWARD WITH SHAKING LIMBS TO PLACE A KISS AGAINST THE COLD SKIN OF HER FOREHEAD. HE RUNS HIS HANDS OVER HER BICEPS, AS IF THE WARMTH IN THEM WILL BRING HER BACK, BUT HE KNOWS IT WON'T. SHE'S ACHIEVED PERFECTION, SOMETHING HE'S SO FAR AWAY FROM AS HE TURNS TO PUSH A CART TO THE FLOOR. NEEDLES AND BLADES AND LIQUID ALL TOPPLE ONTO THE FLOOR, AND IN THE NEXT MOMENT HE FINDS HIMSELF BACKED UP AGAINST THE TABLE, HANDS IN HIS HAIR.

"I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU."

AFTER HIDING HIS MOTHER IN A PLACE FEW WOULD COME ACROSS JAEDUCK LEFT THEIR HOME IN SEARCH OF...WELL, SOMETHING TO FILL THE VOID. HE JOURNEYED SO LONG, NEVER FINDING WHAT HE NEEDED UNTIL AT LAST THEY WERE THE ONE TO APPROACH HIM. IT WAS QUITE POSSIBLY LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. JAEDUCK HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, THANKFULLY GUIDED BY SOMEONE EQUALLY AS UNSURE AS HIM. THEIR RELATIONSHIP QUICKLY TURNED INTO ONE OF THE ROMANTIC NATURE AS SEASONS PASSED, AND BEFORE HE KNEW IT JAEDUCK WAS LIVING WITH THE MAN.

HOWEVER, ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END.

"119, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?"

"UM, I-I JUST TRIED TO M-MURDER MY BOYFRIEND...PLEASE, I NEED YOU TO HELP HIM, PLEASE." HIS VOICE IS LADEN WITH SADNESS, AND THE MAN GLANCES TO THE FLOOR WHERE HIS LOVER LIES HALF-CONSCIOUS IN A SMALL POOL OF BLOOD. GOD, IT WAS SO MESSY, HE DIDN'T MEAN --

"SIR? SIR, ARE YOU THERE?"

"PLEASE, COME QUICK." HE SAYS, THEN HANGS UP THE PHONE. TOSSING IT TO THE FLOOR HE RUSHES OVER TO HIS BOYFRIEND, FALLING TO HIS KNEES TO PLACE HIS HANDS AGAINST HIS CHEEKS. "I'M SO SORRY. I'M SO, SO SORRY." THE MAN JUST WHISPERS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, NOT ONCE MOVING FROM HIS POSITION UNTIL THE MEDICS AND POLICE ARRIVE. AS HE'S PULLED AWAY FROM THE BODY HE DOES NOTHING TO FIGHT IT, TOO DELIRIOUS WITH EMOTION TO DO ANYTHING BUT STARE AS HIS LOVER - NO, EX - IS CARRIED OUT THE DOOR.

HE KNOWS HE WON'T BE ALLOWED TO FOLLOW, AND AS THE MEN IN WHITE ENTER THE THRESHOLD WITH PICTURES OF SKIN TURNED PORCELAIN AS THEIR EVIDENCE HE KNOWS HE'S HEADED SOMEWHERE HE'S NEVER GONE BEFORE.

WITH THAT COMES THE MOST RECENT CHAPTER OF JAEDUCK'S LIFE. AFTER HE CONFESSED TO TRYING TO MURDER HIS BOYFRIEND, AND A NUMBER OF HIS PREVIOUS DOLLS WERE DISCOVERED HE WAS DEEMED UNFIT FOR SOCIETY AND SHIPPED OFF TO THE DOME. HE'S BEEN HERE FOR AWHILE NOW, EVENTUALLY GETTING USED TO THE ATMOSPHERE, AND REGRESSING SLIGHTLY TO BETTER FIT IN A WAY THAT KEEPS HIS MIND SAFE. HE'S ALWAYS ITCHING TO GET HIS HANDS ON NEEDLES AND THREAD, IF ONLY BECAUSE IT SOOTHES HIM.

AT THE ROOT OF IT ALL JAEDUCK WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN A COMPANION.

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TL;DR ► JAEDUCK'S MOTHER WAS AN EX-MEDICAL STUDENT THAT WAS KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL FOR PARTICIPATING IN SOME RATHER UNETHICAL EXPERIMENTS. AFTER MARRYING HER FIRST LOVE FROM HIGH SCHOOL SHE MADE QUICK WORK OF GETTING PREGNANT, AND PROCEEDED TO USE THE MAN'S BODY TO MAKE HER FIRST EVER HUMAN DOLL. WHEN JAEDUCK WAS BORN SHE TOOK A BREAK FROM HER HUSBAND'S UPKEEP TO RAISE HIM, AND BEGAN TO TEACH JAEDUCK ALL ABOUT THE DOLLS WHEN HE WAS JUST FIVE-YEARS-OLD. TIME MOVES FORWARD AND JAEDUCK HAS BECOME ACCOMPLISHED IN THE EYES OF HIS MOTHER AS A MASTER "DOLLMAKER." ON HER DEATHBED SHE ASKS FOR ONE LAST THING, AND HE DELIVERS – SHE SITS IN HER GLASS CASE TO THIS DAY, HAVING YET TO BE DIS-COVERED BY THE POLICE. JAEDUCK WAS NOT CAUGHT MAKING HIS "DOLLS" UNTIL ONE NIGHT HE CALLED THE POLICE, AND CONFESSED TO HURTING HIS (AT THE TIME) BOYFRIEND, THE ONLY HUMAN WHO HAD EVER TREATED HIM WITH LOVE AND CARE (BESIDES HIS MOTHER).

The Quirks Fun Facts About Them.

— VERY RARELY JAEDUCK WILL HAVE A PANIC SESSION, AND IN THE PROCESS TRY TO SCRATCH HIS HEART OUT OF HIS CHEST. THIS IS DUE TO THE WAY HIS MOTHER TAUGHT HIM ABOUT HOW IT WAS SOMETHING EVIL, AND JAEDUCK THINKS THAT PEOPLE WOULDN'T BE SCARED OF HIM IF HE JUST DIDN'T HAVE A HEART. DON'T LET HIM NEAR ANY SHARP OBJECTS DURING THESE EPISODES. IT'S BEST JUST TO HOLD ONTO HIM, AND IF THERE'S A DOLL NEARBY MAKE SURE IT ENDS UP IN HIS ARMS TO GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO FOCUS ON.

— NO MATTER THE TYPE OF WEATHER JAEDUCK LIKES TO WALK AROUND WITH-OUT SOCKS OR SHOES ON. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THIS LEADS TO HIS FEET BEING COVERED IN CUTS, SCRAPES, TINY BLISTERS, ETC. WHEN HE'S INDOORS JAEDUCK WILL PUT ON SOCKS TO COVER UP THESE INJURIES SINCE HE BELIEVES THEY ARE IMPERFECTIONS OF HIMSELF. AS A SIDE-NOTE, JAEDUCK'S SOCKS ARE ALWAYS ABOVE THE ANKLE SINCE HE HAS A JAGGED SCAR FROM HIS CHILDHOOD ON THE BACK OF HIS RIGHT CALF.

— JAEDUCK'S HOBBIES INCLUDE BAKING AND SEWING HIS OWN DOLL CLOTHES. AS THE FORMER IS SUCH AN INNOCENT THING HE'S BEEN ALLOWED A MONTHLY SUPPLY OF INGREDIENTS TO PRACTICE BAKING WITH. HOWEVER, THE LATTER IS A "DANGER" SINCE IT INVOLVES NEEDLES, THREAD, KNITTING MATERIAL, ETC. THE ANALYSTS DON'T WANT JAEDUCK TO HAVE THE RESOURCES FOR DOLL-MAKING AS THEY BELIEVE HE'LL GO OFF AND TURN THE FIRST PERSON HE FINDS INTO A CRUDE VERSION OF PERFECTION (ALTHOUGH IN REALITY THIS IS NOT TRUE). JAEDUCK HAS SEVERAL MEANS BY WHICH HE'LL ATTAIN DOLL-MAKING MATERIALS.

— HIS FAVORITE COLORS ARE SKY BLUE AND LILAC, HE ENJOYS THINGS THAT TASTE OF CITRUS, CRAVES WARMTH ALMOST AS MUCH AS AFFECTION (NATURALLY COLD ALL THE TIME), PREFERS WEARING OVERSIZED CLOTHES AND ONLY READS BOOKS IF THEY'RE ABOUT FAIRYTALES.

oulmate.

date: here.

status: here.

...i'd like to dress you up in pretty bows.

melo 
3rd – para, semi, mirror
detailed 1st (rarely)
switch
gmt-5 / eastern

♦ no one-liners
♦ plotting is preferred
♦ don't poke at all really
♦ my replies can be v slow
♦ random starter = maybe

rules on ; 
no extreme
no watersports
no electric play
no toilet play
no (anything w/ waste)

(WHEN I NEED TO BE REMINDED THAT I DON'T HAVE TO BE A STEREOTYPICAL TOP OR SUPER ED-UP FOR PEOPLE TO ENJOY RPING WITH ME)

∞ MIR [A] 1 MINUTE AGO REPLY
I ADORE IC!JAEDUCK SO MUCH, HE'S A SWEETIEPIE!! AND THAT'S NOT TRUE, OOC!JAEDUCK IS FUN, BUT IC!JAEDUCK HAS SUBSTANCE ESPECIALLY IN A PLACE LIKE THIS, IC!JAEDUCK HAS LAYERS AND POSSIBILITIES AND SO MUCH POTENTIAL HE'S BUILT FOR THIS KIND OF RP /// I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT ;; YOU SEEM A BIT WORRIED ABOUT HIS CHARACTER BUT HE IS ONE OF THE MOST WELL THOUGHT OUT INDIVIDUALS IN THE RP THUS FAR BETWEEN THE BACKSTORY AND CURRENT DAY SELF IT'S QUITE INTRICATE, YOU OUGHT TO BE PROUD ^^

P.S. - IF YOU DON'T RESPOND WITHIN A WEEK I'LL TAKE YOU OFF MY TRACKER AS I JUST ASSUME YOU DON'T WANT TO RP ANYMORE (ONLY IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME ANY WARNING, AND THIS DOESN'T APPLY IF YOU'RE ON HIATUS).

almost real — 0/1

— friendship, dark fluff (domer or civilian)

YOU'RE AS CLOSE TO A DOLL AS JAEDUCK CAN GET WITHOUT THE ANALYSTS DOING THEIR WORST TO STOP HIM. WHILE HE CAN'T PRESERVE YOU JAEDUCK TAKES JOY IN KEEPING YOU AROUND THE HOUSE. SOMETIMES YOU'LL LAY IN BED JUST WATCHING MOVIES, OR SIT TOGETHER ON THE PORCH. THE ONLY RULE IS THAT YOU HAVE TO STAY STILL.

exploration — 1/1

— possible (anyone)

EVEN AT THE AGE OF 38 JAEDUCK HAS NEVER BEEN...INTIMATE WITH SOME-ONE. WHEN HE HAD A BOYFRIEND HE THOUGHT THAT MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE TO BE SOMETHING SPECIAL, BUT NOW ALL HE WANTS IS TO FEEL THE THINGS HE'S MISSING OUT ON. YOU'RE MORE THAN HAPPY TO OBLIGE IN BECOMING A SORT OF TEACHER TO HIM, WITH OR WITHOUT THE HANDS ON APPROACH.

pins & needles — 0/1

— angst, drama, possible action (anyone)

NO...YOU CAN'T JUST...YOU CAN'T BETRAY HIM LIKE THIS. YOU. CAN'T. LEAVE. ANY ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE IS THWARTED BY A SIDE OF JAEDUCK YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. HE'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU, CORNER YOU - IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE BRINGS YOU BACK HOME, WHERE YOU BELONG.

case study — 0/1

— psychological, slice of life-ish (analyst)

UNLIKE THE OTHER ANALYSTS YOU'RE GENUINELY CURIOUS ABOUT HOW JAEDUCK SEES THE WORLD COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSE. YOU APPROACH HIM LESS COLDLY THAN THOSE HE'S PREVIOUSLY MET, ENTERTAINING HIM WITH PRESENTS IN THE FORM OF DOLLS AND PARTS, IN RETURN GETTING ANSWERS THAT GIVE YOU INSIGHT TO THE WORLD THROUGH JAEDUCK'S EYES.

are you my mummy? — 1/1

— angst, slight drama (Any female)

IT'S REALLY JUST A COINCIDENCE THAT YOU LOOK SO MUCH LIKE HER. JAEDUCK CAN'T SEEM TO GET IT OUT OF HIS HEAD THAT YOU'RE HIS MOTHER. A GHOST? A DOLL BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE? HE SKIPS OVER THE DETAILS IN FAVOR OF HOLDING YOU AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE, CRAVING THE WARMTH OF CONTACT AND A LOVE HE'S BEEN MISSING FOR YEARS.

sister dear — 1/1

— friendship, slice of life-ish (any female)

NEITHER OF YOU REALLY KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED, BUT IT'S SEEMS YOU AND JAEDUCK HAVE DEVELOPED A FAUX-BROTHER-SISTER RELATIONSHIP. HE'D HATE TO SEE ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU, AND ALTHOUGH YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR IT YOU FIND THE AFFECTION RATHER NICE.

Comic Book Villain — 0/1

— angst, drama (domer or Analyst)

IT'S JUST SO MUCH FUN ANTAGONIZING JAEDUCK. NOT ONLY ARE HIS REACTIONS ENTERTAINING, BUT WHEN YOU FINALLY GET HIM ANGRY...OH, THAT'S JUST THE CHERRY ON TOP. JAEDUCK CAN NEVER SEEM TO FOCUS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND, SO CONFLICTED ABOUT HOW TO FEEL. YOU GIVE HIM ATTENTION, BUT NOT THE GOOD KIND.

Little Love — 0/1

— angst, possible romance (any Male)

SO, YOU'VE SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN THE DOME AS WELL. YOU REALLY DIDN'T KNOW THAT JAEDUCK WOULD BE HERE, HALF-THINKING HE'D BE DEAD BY NOW. WHEN YOU TWO COME ACROSS EACH OTHER NEITHER IS SURE HOW TO FEEL. JAEDUCK IS TORN, AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU'VE FORGIVEN HIM, FEAR HIM OR HATE HIM. IS THAT FLAME COMPLETELY GONE?
*MUST BE 30+ YEARS OLD

revenge — 0/1

— angst, drama, possible action (analyst or civilian)

JAEDUCK IS THE REASON YOUR (SIBLING - PARENT - RELATIVE - ETC.) IS GONE, AND BY VARIOUS MEANS YOU'VE ENTERED THE DOME TO GET YOUR REVENGE. HOWEVER, IT'S A LOT HARDER THAN YOU THOUGHT IT'D BE WITH ALL THE EXTRA SECURITY MEASURES. ALTHOUGH YOU CAN'T FOLLOW THROUGH WITH YOUR PLAN TO KILL HIM RIGHT AWAY YOU MAY TAKE JOY IN THE POSSIBLE TORTURE YOU'RE ABLE TO PUT HIM THROUGH IN SECRET.

This is love — 0/1

— angst, drama, manipulation, possible (Anyone)

WITH HOW WILLING HE IS TO DO ANYTHING FOR COMPANIONSHIP YOU FIND IT SO EASY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF JAEDUCK. YOU SAY THE THINGS YOU'RE DOING ARE IN THE NAME OF FRIENDSHIP OR LOVE, EVEN THOUGH IN REALITY IT'S JUST FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL GAIN. JAEDUCK DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT SINCE YOUR FAKE MOMENTS OF KINDNESS DETER ANY FEELINGS OF DISCOMFORT AND FEAR.

double the pain — 0/1

— psychological, blood, friendship (Domer)

JAEDUCK LIKES TO SEW THREADS AND RIBBONS THROUGH YOUR SKIN, PRETTYING IT UP WITH ALL MANNER OF BEADS AND JEWELS. HE TAKES SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU, STYLING YOUR HAIR AND SEWING YOU NEW CLOTHES. IF A LITTLE BLOOD SACRIFICED WAS ALL IT TOOK FOR THIS KIND OF ADORATION YOU WOULD HAVE ACCEPTED SOONER. MAYBE BEING A LIVING DOLL ISN'T SO BAD.