(Fanart) The Dolls stories - End, I won't forget U

"Sarah survey the scene before her. The Shadow Golem had destroyed much of the town. Nath, her partner is nowhere to be seen. All that remains... is a small vessel, cracked and breaking...

~Melinda~: Sarah...

~Gilfred~: ...

~Melinda~: Ugh, this is why dolls are a real pain. What good does it do to throw your life so easy like that? What are the ones who left behind supposed to do?

~Gilfred~: Mel.

~Melinda~: I know, I know. But this is beyond ridiculous. We tried so hard-- we tried so hard so it didn't have to come to this... why... couldn't I have done more...

~Gilfred~: ... I must confess that I am a little jealous of him. A part of me wished to do what he had done-- to lay my life down for the one who is most important to me

~Melinda~: Gil, you're not serious.

~Gilfred~: Of course, I have learned to restrain myself with time. But this desire is a curious one. A human might not hope to understand it, but as dolls, as tools-- it's our greatest joy to be of use to our masters. Wear and tear will eventually come to all things. But before time shows us its cruelty, we want to shine for those we hold dear...

~Melinda~: ... you're creeping me out, Gil.

~Gilfred~: My apologies.

Sarah bent down to pick up the clay vessel, not saying a word.

~Melinda~: Sarah. Gil and I have a lot to work to do, so we're going on ahead to the castle. You'll be alright on your own, won't you? Don't stay up too late, and take care of yourself.

Melinda and Gilfred then take their leave, the Shadow puppeteer trudging wordlessly in front of them. People are starting to crowd back to examine their losses. Someone curses the state for not training soldiers that are not capable of defending the town well. Tired, Sarah decided to return home.



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It is morning. Usually, a kind voice would great her when she rose, asking if she has rested well. But there is nothing but quietness today. Her quarters feel empty. Sarah does not feel like going to work today, but she is a soldier who was sworn to put the nation before herself. There is much work to be done as a result of the ferocious battle that occurred yesterday; her presence is definitely necessary. Sarah pulled herself out of be...

~Sarah~: ....???

Suddenly, she realized that the clay vessel that she picked up and took home with has disappeared! Sarah had placed it on the table by her bedside before retiring for the day. Where could it have been gone? She turned her quarters upside down, but it is nowhere to be seen. Worried, not thinking, Rose rush outside without dressing up. People have gathered on the streets and have begun repairing their damaged shops. Some mourn their wrecked businesses, others are thankful for the fact that they are alive. Life has returned to town. However, the only thing that is on that young soldier's mind is the clay vessel. Where could it have gone? Had she perhaps dropped somewhere? She searched high and low, but there is no sign of it anywhere... (Sarah decides to look for it, in the market, temple, castle, and the library)





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Disclaimer: This is the ending if you choose the male route.

All made by me.

P.S.: Since the game itself left us, the players, the liberty to imagine how the main protagonist was like and how she or/ he dressed like, the girl with red hair in the picture is the MC and her name is Rosemary, Rose for her friends. The boy with blond hair is her doll. I named him "Skylar". Most of the time Sarah calls him Sky.

Backgrounds belong to the game (The Doll's Stories) itself.

The doll and the story belong to its rightful owner. Sarah belongs to me.