The long final test (With Bunnycake)

[Reddy]

This could end up poorly. A young man sat at a simple dining table, a white cloth draped over the sanded wood to make it seem more clean than it actually was. Across from him at the opposite side of the round surface was a much older man. Where as his own hair was blonde and face relatively unmarred by time, the older man was far more wrinkled with ashen whispy hair and pale skin spotted by age. But where as the younger was more fit, the older had the experience to make his slower movements count for more.

Pushing up his glasses, Samuel muttered under his breath. All he had been told was that there might be an issue with one of the recently completed dolls made by a different apprentice who had already graduated. Before they were sent to their respective owners, his master, his teacher, always inspected them personally to maintain the image that his name upheld. Their shop specialized in home use workforce dolls, nannies, maids, cooks, and so on. They avoided work of a more, sexual, nature. While whatever people use their dolls for behind closed doors they had no say, but their intent was never to make one for that purpose alone.

In his early twenties Samuel waited with his master for the doll in his master's own home. He didn't know what the circumstances were, except that he was told that she was just supposed to bring them both a cup of coffee. His with sugar and cream and the older man's with nothing added. "What are we." He started to ask but was quickly silenced with a sharp hush. Whatever was happening, the anticipation was choking the young man who wanted to get back to learning.

 

[BunnyCake]

Freya​

The kitchen wasn't exactly the most decorous kitchen one could find, but it served it's purpose, and considering the old master who currently occupied the home spent more time outside then in it, it was more then enough. Tapping her fingernails on the table counter, the blond doll who was currently in the making of what seemed to be coffee, found herself getting amazingly annoyed at the fact that she had been told that she needed to perform the task she had been given, whether she liked it or not. The golden hues fixed on the glass pot, watching the black coffee drops seep through the filter, one by one, with almost a childish pout as she remembered what the old man had told her to do. Two cups of coffee, one with sugar and cream, the other without.

Her golden eyes flashed briefly as her lips curled into an impish grin, as a playfully mischievous idea reached the surface of her mind, before her gaze landed on the cabinets of the kitchen, before she found herself looking through them to see what she could find. It didn't take her long to find just what she had hoped to find, somewhere in the back of one of the cabinets was a bottle of unopened soy-sauce that had collected a bit of dust. Her slender fingers dusted off the bottle, before getting back to the machine that made a soft clocking sound to indicate it was ready.

Humming a playful tune, Freya found herself pouring into the two cups she had prepared; making sure to but a generous amount of soy into the cup without the cream, before giving it all a good stir. Content with her job, she placed the ready cups of coffee onto the tray, and gave her skirt a gentle pat down to make sure she looked as presentable as she could, before picking up the tray and making her way out of the kitchen. Whilst her coding seemed off, as she made her way to the two men, nothing really seemed to indicate anything was out of place. Putting the cups gently down on the table one after the other, starting with the younger man, Freya gave a gentle nod to each before taking a step back as she held back the urge to smile too much.

 

[Reddy]

Samuel shuffled in his seat, growing more and more impatient as the time passed. He was not allowed to read his notes, or ask questions of his teacher, or a dozen other little things that he often did just to make it through the day without fidgeting. But now he was forced too, his fingers crumpling and playing with the corner of the table cloth by his seat just to stay occupied. A very hands on student and soon to be journeyman of his craft, enough to be able to take on minor contracts of his own and work towards being named a master doll maker.

Eventually, years later his mind screamed but it really had to have been only ten or twenty minutes, he got a good look at the doll for the first time. She was cute, cuter than the standard models by far. And different from the elegant Titania model that her creator was famous for. While one looked like a movie star, humbled and patient, this one. Well, he had no clue about this one than besides that he much prefered her to the others. Getting his coffee, Samuel nodded and said a quiet thank you. Drinking of his sweetened and creamier drink than the black dullness of his master's preference. A drink his master never touched as he watched the maid model doll with icy blue eyes almost white with blindness. "Samuel. Drink my coffee." He instructed calmly, his older gravelly voice the only sound in the room.

With a reluctance and swallowing of final taste of the drink he preferred, anticipating the bitter hatred of unaltered coffee, Samuel complied without a vocal complaint. Taking the drink in hand, he took a single long sip. And promptly spit it out back into the cup. "Why does it taste like soy sauce?" He asks to his master.

"Ask the doll." The student got as his reply. So this was why he was brought from his steady work checking the latest work of his instructor. Somehow the veteren doll makrr had known she would do something wrong, and Samuel had to figure out why.

So he asked. "Freya?" He started, using the name that her model prototype was given. "What reason did you have to put soy sauce in his coffee?" It was easier to get straight to the heart of the matter after all.

 

[BunnyCake]

The few, short words the old man spoke, as he ordered his apprentice to drink the coffee instead, got the girl to chew on her lower lip briefly, as she considered stopping the younger man from taking a sip. But, before she could even bring herself to say even a sound, the young blond had his long digits around the white porcelain, that contained her bitter and salty drink, that had been considered as coffee. She could have sworn, that the older man had foreseen this event, and if she didn't know any better, as the master instructed his student, she could have sworn she had seen the old fool grinning knowingly back at her.

Caught red handed wouldn't be the right way to describe the situation, as the blond haired male spit his drink back into the mug, in shock as he stated the flavor. Whilst she hadn't intended to allow her prank to fall on the innocent party, she couldn't really say she out right rejected it either that she had done it. After all, the drink hadn't been for him, so it was his fault for drinking it, she huffed to herself, in hopes to justify it just a little bit.

Soon enough, she heard the young student address her, and she couldn't help but to fold her arms, and pout almost childishly, as a rosy pink hue found their way across her cheeks. The golden hues briefly flashed Freya's embarrassment, before she tried her best to regain her composure.

“It was his fault.” She began, before her fingers found themselves wrapping around a long lock of hair to fiddle with. “Demanding all these things, without even as much as a please or thank you. What am I? His maid?“ She scuffed, as she reached for the mug filled with the salty coffee, under the impression she'd most likely be told to go and fetch another cup of coffee. Despite the fact, that she was very much aware of why she had been created, Freya just had never really thought of herself as a servant doll, so therefor she just didn't really take the time to consider just how dumbfounded her words had just been; almost like a fish claiming it wasn't born to swim.

 

[Reddy]

Samuel was still trying to get the taste of salt and coffee of his tongue, even after he asked his question. The horrible, vile, disgusting taste permeated his mouth and it was only by the graces of his own hesitation did he not gulp it down like he would his own sweetened drink. Her answer would have made him spit again had he not already done so. He had heard of issues with the personality coding before, odd ticks here and there. A caretaker doll being a little heavy handed for punishment, bedside manners of nurse models needing improvement. But never in his years of work had he met a doll who did not wish to do it's primary function.

Before he could ask any more questions, the doll making master looked up to the doll, his eyes sharper for a moment. "You are. If you can not realize that then it would be simpler to delete everything and restart." He started to stand, his old bones creaking as he reached for his cane. One of his hands looked off, and upon closer inspection belonged to a doll as well, albiet one of the first models that still retained the appearance of dolls rather than their incredibly life like counterparts one sees now. "But, I think this will be a good experience for you boy." The master looked between them silently for a short time. "It would be a waste to send it back. So you will repair the doll's personality as you see fit. Until then she is yours." And then he started to leave, leaving Samuel to sit there dumbfounded.

Shaking his head the younger man put the porcelain cup back on the table. "Can you clean these up. Please?" He asks, not really knowing what to do at this point. He was just given a defunct doll and told to fix it. How? A wipe and reprogamming would be easiest, but nothing with his master was ever that easy. What was he expected to do? For now he figured, the doll would just have to go home with him and continue from there. "Freya. Wait. What do you think about being sent with me rather than sold to your owners?"