I don't have a clue how this damn brick works. None of you creepshow peepshows are gettin' followed back 'til I can figure out what in god's name a Bitmoji is.
A young girl dressed up in sweet puffy skirts sits out among a small bundle of yellow flowers, gently plucking one up and turning them over in her little hands. They were always so pretty and smelled like something she didn't have the words yet to describe... But it was pleasant. It reminded her of her father somehow, the warmth she felt when held close to him...
But a noise above her freezes her in place and sends a chill up her spine. A low, dark snarl... then she saw two pale feet stomp into view before her... Gnarled and hairy, once human but now monster. Trembling, she doesn't dare turn her gaze up towards what owned those horrible limbs.
"You get the hell away from her!" The voice behind her was her father's, angrier than she's ever heard him before. His voice makes the girl jump slightly, finally looking up but the motion sets the beast off. She only sees a snarl of jagged teeth and a motion of the being's arm before the sound of a shotgun blast rings her ears.
Donna wakes up in a cold sweat, curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed and hands clutching her head as she cries out hoarsely. Angie is over her weakly attempting to wake her from her fit, little hands grasping at one of her arms and shaking her weakly.
"Donna! Donna wake up, it's just a nightmare!!" Angie calls out to her desperately, voice cracking slightly. This didn't happen often, but when it did she would always seem so frightened. She'd linger close when Donna finally quiets and grows limp for a moment, breathing hard as her good eye darts around the room frantically.
Nightmare... No. A memory. One she'll probably relive over and over for ages to come... As crisp and clear as the day it happened. Usually she's able to move herself past it all, but the pain lingers still... And before she could wonder why this time's different, it flares up again.
A deep, sharp pain erupts from her affected eye socket, followed by a more sinister ache. As Donna presses a hand over that scar, she could feel her skin stretching and shifting as what lay underneath rolls and shifts as if trying to dig in even deeper than it already was. Aching, painful, disgusting...
Donna jumps slightly when Angie's suddenly plopped beside her once again, this time with a little jar in hand. The puppet unscrews the top and gets a scoop of the goo within before gently placing it on Donna's scar, doing her best with those porcelain fingers to rub it in. Whatever little concoction it was seemed to work near immediately, Donna couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh before reaching up to use her own fingers now to rub that ointment in, pausing to gently swipe her fingers over Angie's to clean her of the rest. Silently thankful- Angie knows well enough and doesn't demand it to be said out loud.
Once it's all said and done, Angie takes the jar once again to return it to the little vanity across the room while Donna sits up in bed, staring down at her hands. It wasn't until she feels a drop of wetness hit the back of her palm does she realize tears are running down her cheek... But once it's realized, the flood gates open.
Her sobs are even quiet, almost akin to little hiccups or just letting out little huffs of breath, yet they still quake her shoulders with every breath. She clings to Angie when the doll pushes herself into the woman's lap, fingers clutching up her little skirts and just pulling her in to herself. Taking a moment before letting her head fall down to bury her face into the back of Angie's head, hidden away by her veil.
She hates this. She hates it all so much. So so so so much. The cadou, the scar, the mold, this old house, all the memories that still haunt it, her parents hanging literally and figuratively over her head for all of time. Not to mention those damned lycans, all that's happened in this village, how it will never be normal, She will never be normal, nothing will ever be Nice and Normal ever... She should've joined her parents then, there's a spot on their plot of land for her... She does still have her father's shotgun-
"Donna." Angie's voice manages to tear her away from those thoughts, thankfully. She sniffles when she feels those little hands of hers again, this time grasping at hers and gently patting at her knuckles.
"It sucks. I know. It's gotta hurt too, huh?" She begins quietly before managing to bring one of those larger arms up to hug hers around. "But without it, you'd not have me! And... You'd never have met the others! Alcina, Moreau, Duke... A-and you'd not have your little boyfriend either, you know! You're too far apart! Though I guess if he wound up into cougars you might've had a chance." Donna manages a soft snort with that comment and Angie smiles. Success! She's broken through!
"And that's not all! We're making more friends now than we had before! And they all love us! I know I'm the main face out there but they do love you too, you know. They love you and... and they'd miss you, you know." Angie trails off a little, allowing herself to grow quiet for a change.
There's a minute or two before Donna would sniff loudly and just give her a tight squeeze. The tears might not be immediately over with, and there's still some lingering Feelings about it all, but Angie's words do help some... It's a slow process though and she understands that. She'll simply be happy to hug Donna back and keep close when the woman curls back up on the bed, eventually falling into a shallow sleep.
It'll all be better in the morning. It's always better the next day. Or the next one. Or...
❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞ or ❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞ pick your poison! ))
Donna stands beside Karl in one of those many little rooms in her basement, leaning over the humanoid shape spread out on the table before them. She's done just about all she could with this super-sized puppet by herself, now she needs a little extra care... Having a metal-controlling boyfriend sure comes in handy when there's little metal bits and bobs to bend and screw together and carefully weave their way through the otherwise wooden body.
Karl is giving his little impressed-sounding rumbles beside her, asking her about this part or that as she points out the various spots she needs his help with. Always so supportive, always happy to praise her work... And maybe giving a gentle nudge here or there in hopes of getting praise back. He always seemed so pleased whenever she would say anything good about him or his work... Though admittedly tonight she wasn't as talkative as she usually was around him.
"Earth to Donna... Hey, you're not gonna go clamming up on me all over again, are you?" Karl's words snap her out of her thoughts and she can't help but smile as she shakes her head. He did always sound so nervous at that thought.
"No... No, I'm just thinking about things..." She says softly, moving to grasp the puppet's arm and gently moving it a bit, testing out how it felt.
"Well... I can help you think about 'em if you want." He comments in that drawl of his and she looks over to see he's already gazing over her. He's playing cool, but she can read the hint of concern on his face easily enough. It doesn't really waver when she reaches out to touch his arm now, though he leans in towards her a bit.
"I admit, I've been thinking about that message you had not long ago... From those anonymous beings." Did they really qualify as people? She didn't really know how to classify them. Either way, Karl's nose wrinkles at the thought of them.
"Aw Donna, don't give them any thought! They're just trying to stir shit up, ain't worth the air you're wasting on talking about 'em!" Predictably, Karl has some Things to say about those beings, but Donna still frowns a little as her brow furrows.
"They're capable of so much, Karl. You've seen what they can do to us... Whether it's good or bad..." She presses on, looking back down to the puppet as she begins to fidget some. "They... They probably could get you out of here."
"Yeah well... What about you, then? You really think I'm gonna just up and leave you here?" Karl says with a scoff in his tone. She can already hear it without it being said- Yeah right! You better not think I'd go and do that, doll! But that wasn't exactly the tone she was leading towards...
"You've been wanting out of here for far longer than being with me... Before you've even tried talking to me..." She says with a little shake of her head, gaze still turned down to the puppet to avoid Karl's sharp eyes boring into her. "That was what you've been working on for ages, for longer than I'd even know. I'm willing to bet you've devoted that whole factory of yours towards making things up to try to help you get out of here! And here's your chance... Y-you can get out of here, you can finally get your number one goal! You can just... I-I don't want to tie you down to this place. I don't want to be in your way..."
"You shut it with that now." Karl's words are firm, but gentle, shutting Donna up before she could say any more. She finally looks back up when he steps closer to her, hands coming up to grasp her upper arms to keep her facing him. He'd only let go to pull those glasses off his face, setting them aside before grasping her arm again as his eyes catch hers in an almost stern glare.
"... I know what you're getting at, but it still don't make sense. You're thinking- oh, if Karl gets his goal of leavin' then he'll be happy- right? But listen- if I can't leave with you with me, how will I be happy? I don't want to live a life without you in it, I don't care if it's in this shithole or not." He says it all so plainly, still sternly as if to scold her for even thinking that he would ever leave her behind... But those words still send a flutter through her heart and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks.
"So no... I'm not taking some shithead anonymous offer to just be picked up from here and placed somewhere else. Not if it doesn't include you." He continues, pausing before his hands finally loosen on her arms, gently rubbing over them before sliding up her shoulders to come up to her face, cupping her cheeks as he smiles warmly. "Don't you worry about it all, doll... I'm gonna get us out of here. One way or another. And I'm gonna make damn sure it's both of us. Cause after all, don't we deserve our own little happy ending?"
Donna couldn't really say anything now, she never had been the best at words. She could only give just a little nod in his grasp and a timid little smile. Still so in awe he could say such sweet things in such a plain, almost defiant tone. She knew he wouldn't just take that, however, he's always wringing her for at least some little word... But she didn't have any.
Instead, she'd reach up to cup his cheeks in return, gently tugging him in for a quick, sweet kiss. That seemed enough, there's a low pleased sort of rumble from the big man as he leans in for another kiss, hands releasing her face to instead wrap around her, squeezing her in close. No, he's not going anywhere without her.
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