weirdghostboi666 - Tumblr blog

weirdghostboi666 · 2 months ago

Text

As requested by the dear @tutanchanup, another crack fic story about Vlad because neither of us can resist a crackfic about this man.

This time, Miss Annabelle the haunted doll is involved because she’s supposedly missing right now and very trending. And might as well have medieval warlord turned immortal meet a supposed demon doll.

Plus we love an unbothered king <3

Now enough of this rambling, let’s move on to story-telling ramblings~~~

It had started out as a typical dreary day. Rain, mist, some fog, and a slight chill in the air from all the rain. It was still spring technically, though one could feel that the summer heat was setting in, and could certainly feel it the day before with the humidity. It was Louisiana after all.

Vlad had decided he wanted to cross the Americas off his travel list. After all, he had been to plenty of other places on the other side of the world. Not to mention, what else are you supposed to do with immortality? Sit around and do nothing? He’d done plenty of that already because he deserved some rest damnit. Now, he’s traveling once again. He’d heard of the stories about Mardi Gras, the architecture, southern hospitality, the parades, tourist attractions, just about everything under the sun. So far, his trip had been quite enjoyable. People were not kidding about southern hospitality, many people were quite friendly. They’d always ask what brought him to Louisiana of all places, and he’d simply tell him he’d been to so many other places, why not add it to the list? The people would laugh with him and agree that it was a decent idea, before bidding him safe travels.

Now, as said before, it was currently raining. But it was nice, peaceful even. He was casually walking down the streets of New Orleans, on his way to Bourbon Street, umbrella in hand to shield from the rain because he didn’t feel like getting soaked with rain to be honest. Whilst walking, he came across an antique shop. It stopped him in his tracks because he is an old soul, and they tend to be attracted to old things. He stood and admired the beautiful furniture sat in the display window. Which contained an old mahogany rocking chair with intricate woodwork, a marble and wood side table with a stained glass lamp sitting atop a green and white checkered placemat, and another much simpler white wooden rocking chair sitting on the other side of the table. Both rocking chairs had a throw pillow sitting on them, both hand embroidered with flowers. Vlad then turned his gaze to the hours sign posted at the door, hoping that this place would be open. Much to his luck, they were! Now he could get out of the rain and look and beautiful antebellum antiques while he was at it!

Vlad closed his umbrella, shook off the extra water, before opening the door and stepping inside. The door rang a small golden bell above him to let the employees know someone had entered. However it was more like employee, because Vlad was met with a small old woman sitting on a stool behind a counter reading the newspaper. She had mostly white hair arranged in a mildly slicked back poof, large thick glasses with gold rims with a beaded gold chain to keep them around her neck, a purple shirt paired with khaki slacks, brown loafers, and a dainty gold cross necklace. She had rosy cheeks and a look of what could be described as genuine happiness, like she was just happy to be there.

“Hello! Welcome in, let me know if you have any questions ‘bout anything, we got just about anything you can think of in here, just look a’round for a bit. You’re bound to find somethin’ here!” she said in a cheery, southern drawl.

“Thank you, I know I am sure to find something here.” Vlad responded, “I enjoy antiques far more than modern commodities.”

The woman giggled, “I agree, things just aren’t built to last like they used to be. Say, you’re not from ‘round here, what brings you here to Na’Orleans?” she asked with a smile.

He matched her with a small grin of his own and said, “Traveling, I’ve been to many other places but had yet to come here.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” the woman asked slightly tilting her head.

“Yes, this has been quite fun,” Vlad said.

“Good! I’m glad, I’ll let you get back to lookin’ ‘round and I’ll get back to readin’ my paper,” the woman said, “apparently Annabelle the doll has escaped, and I wanna know more so I don’t run into her.”

Before Vlad could respond her head disappeared behind the paper as she resumed her reading. A doll named Annabelle? That escaped? Odd. Well, it didn’t concern him in his mind, he was too interested in the beautiful antiques surrounding him. Aisle after aisle he wondered around looking at all the old relics of the past. He reached the back of the store and he was looking through the shelf of old books when he felt that someone was watching him. He lifted his head towards the woman but she was too engrossed in her newspaper to be even paying attention to him. He looked around and his eyes landed on a Raggedy Ann doll perched on a shelf with other old toys. He locked eyes with the doll and immediately something felt off. Like the doll was actually staring back at him.

Nope. No thank you, he’ll just leave her be. He walked to another aisle and was looking at a china cabinet filled with jewelry and lighters. His eyes landed on a tarnished silver lighter in the shape of an alligator, and it must’ve been fate because he had yet to get a souvenir.

He walked back up to the counter, “Excuse me Miss, I think I would like to purchase that lighter over there, there’s a lock on the cabinet that it’s in,” he said with a smile and joy as anyone would get excited over a cool lighter.

The woman looked up from her paper before setting it down, “of course sweetheart! Come show me which one ya’ want,” she hopped off her stool and hobbled her way around the counter towards the cabinet. Vlad had to stifle a snort at how cute she was, she barely reached his chest and seemed to radiate a kind yet take no bullshit attitude.

Once she reached the cabinet she turned back to him and asked, “which one was it dear?” Vlad had followed her back to the cabinet and pointed at the lighter, “This one, I like lizards so I must have that lighter,” he said with a smile, internally buzzing like a kid in a candy store.

“Ah yes that one, great choice,” she spoke as she fished a small, old rusty key with a red tassel to unlock the china cabinet. As she was unlocking it and reaching to grab the lighter, the feeling of being watched came back over Vlad and something red appeared in the corner of his eye behind the old woman. He looked up and was met with none other than the doll from before. Or, more logically, it was probably a different doll. But, if there were two different dolls wouldn’t he have seen the other one? Not to mention, shouldn’t it be with the other doll? No, he’s just remembering things wrong. There are definitely two dolls that are just manufactured to unintentionally be very creepy.

Vlad was pulled from his thoughts by the woman pulling out the lighter and locking the cabinet again. She turned to him and asked looking up at him with a seemingly permanent smile, “would you like me to hold onto this at the counter while you continue to look ‘round or are ya ready to go?”

He looked back at the doll for a quick second more before looking back down at her with a soft smile of his own, “I think I’m just about done here, if I don’t go ahead and leave now for the other things I want to see I might never leave this store.” The woman laughed and responded, “I know the feelin’, it’s fun lookin’ at antiques, but let’s get you on your way.”

After checking out, he bid the woman farewell and continued walking. However, the light rain had turned into a fairly heavy downpour. Mentally cursing, Vlad trudged through the rain but still managed to enjoy his stroll, occasionally looking at his new alligator lighter with a grin. He spent the rest of the day looking at the old buildings, wandering through the various shops, and occasionally talking to people. As he continued, he vaguely felt like he was being followed. He brushed it off however because he never saw anyone and decided that he would just head back to the hotel he was staying at and if said follower decided to continue their idiotic pursuit, he would just deal with them later.

When he reached his room, he opened the door and was immediately met with the Raggedy Ann doll sitting in the chair in his room. What the hell is this? More importantly, how the hell is that thing in here? He did not want to deal with this. He just wanted to enjoy himself and this little shit has decided to be an inconvenience. Vlad sighed, shut the door and walked up to the chair.

“Listen here you little shit, if you think you can just waltz in here and try to be scary you have another thing coming. Now, please leave me alone,” he said before picking up the doll and setting it outside his door, locking it for good measure. He spent an hour messing with his new lighter, trying to get it to light again. All to no avail however, as he did not have anything to attempt to revive a dead lighter. Ah well, it can wait until he gets back home. Vlad then proceeded to spend the rest of the day reading comfortably and listening to the storm outside. Over the next few days and nights, he fully engrossed himself in New Orleans partying and tourism. During that time there were multiple occasions where he felt like he was being watched and followed, but when he investigated he found nothing, so he brushed it off. He also chalked it up to him being in an unfamiliar territory. All too soon it seemed, it was finally time for him to head back home. He double checked to make sure he had all his belongings, and then checked out of his hotel before leaving for the airport. On his way there, that same feeling of being watched and followed once again appeared. God give him patience because he is just about done with this shit. Fully ready to tell whatever it was to fuck off but it was obviously too cowardly to face him head on. Whatever, he’s going to be leaving this annoying feeling behind and arrive home safely.

During the flight however, there were multiple incidents of turbulence with no apparent cause. Great, he booked a shitty plane. He just wanted to get back home, he was done with all these inconveniences at this point. Thankfully, Vlad arrived home safely. He breathed a small sigh of relief, and decided he would take a small break from traveling. Thinking about what he wanted to do after he put all his things that he brought to travel with him, he unlocked the door, stepped in, and- fuck.

That blasted doll was perched facing the door, in his favorite chair, looking at him with that stupid smile on its face. Like it knew what it was doing, wanting his reaction like a bratty child. Alright, fine then. Since it wanted a reaction, it’s not getting one now.

He walked up to the chair looking down on the doll with his arms crossed like a disappointed father, “why are you in my house, not to mention, in my favorite chair like you own this place?” Vlad sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “you are not scary you are just really fucking annoying at this point, so I am going to ship you back to where you came from so you can scare some other people.” He lowered his hand and looked at the doll again, “and if you even attempt to come back, you’re going in an industrial wood chipper blessed with holy water.”

Vlad picked up the doll, packaged it neatly, before dropping it off at the post office. On the way home, he half-expected to find the doll in his home again, but to his joy, there was no doll to be found. He breathed a sigh of relief proceeded to fix the alligator lighter he bought. After about fifteen minutes of working, he flicked the lighter and to his amusement the flame flew from the mouth of the alligator. He smiled, set it aside, started a fire in the fireplace before grabbing a book and sitting in his favorite chair to enjoy a peaceful evening.

~~~~

Hope y’all enjoyed this stupid story that took me a few days to write bc I procrastinated a bit lol.

#uhhh I kinda don’t know what to put in the tags lmaooo #vlandom #Annabelle doll vs medieval wallachian warlord who would win #annabelle doll #shitposting

1 note · View note