Chapter 4

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I don't know what came over me but I screamed.

"Val'rasha!"

Poof I was gone. I don't know why I was so worried about them knowing why I was stuttering. I just don't know. I found myself in a nice house so due to my curiosity I decided to look around. While looking around I noticed a big painting of a woman holding a doll on the way up the stairs. The woman was holding Angie? So this woman with black hair must have been Donna. She does look very pretty I must say.

'I wonder why she always wears the veil then.'

After walking around for a bit longer I walked into a room full of dolls.

'This is Donna's house I take it. She really likes her dolls.'

Out of all of the dolls in the room one stood out to me. This doll had long h/c and E/c like me.

'Was this doll made to look like my mother?'

I used my powers to make to doll talk.

"Hello there, what's your name?" I asked it.

"I'm Annavel nice to meet you. Hmm you don't look like miss Donna, are you a friend of hers perhaps?" It said.

"I wouldn't say a friend but I'm an acquaintance of hers. Did Donna make you?" I asked.

"Yeah she did! Donna loves making dolls, just like her father! Sadly he died and poor Donna locked herself up. Then Miranda came along and used her for her own selfish reasons. Ever since miss Simmons died fighting Miranda, miss Donna hasn't really talked to anyone but Angie." The doll replied.

"Oh I see, did Donna make Angie?" I asked.

"No, her father made it for her." It said.

"I see, well thank you." I said.

I then put the doll back to sleep. I walked around looking at all of the dolls that Donna had made. They were truly amazingly done. My stomach started to growl and that's when I realized I hadn't eaten anything for a while now. I found my way into a messy kitchen I guess Donna was trying to make something? I noticed a cookbook on the counter. Donna was trying to make homemade pizza and bread? Dose she not know how to cook very well?

I looked into the fridge and there was definitely a lot of ingredients.

'I guess I could make some homemade pizza and bread for Donna oooh maybe some cookies as well. I don't think she'll mind if I use her kitchen.'

With my mind set I got to work on making the dough for the cookies, bread, and pizza. That's one thing I did get good at while being isolated at home. Cooking and cleaning. Well and the violin and piano. I can thank my aunt for that. After letting the dough set for and hour I knew I was going to need to be quick so I prepared while the dough was setting.

I put the bread in a loaf pan and put it into one of the ovens. Then I started on the pizza. Tomato sauce, cheese, and pepperoni with a garlic crust. I them put the pizza into the second oven and then got to work on the chocolate chip cookies. Perfectly round and into the small oven they went. I then cleaned  my mess and set a timer for each one. The cookies where the first ones done then the bread and then the pizza.  I put the cookies on a plate to let them cool off and then I started to set the table. Two plates, two bundles of silverware, two napkins, and two drinking glasses.

I then put the pizza on a pizza pan and set it on the table along with the bread and cookies. I cut the pizza and sliced the bread I also got butter out for the bread and milk for the cookies. The entire house smelled of food which was a good thing because someone just got home. Donna opened the door the lead into the dining room and saw me finish setting up the table.

"So, you where here this whole time?" Angie said flying over to me.

"You made all of this?" Angie asked.

"I did, I would offer you some but you can't eat it and I wouldn't want you to get dirty." I replied.

"Haha! How nice of you to care about me even though we have meet once!" Angie said.

"I have respect for dolls and puppets and I do worry about them." I said and this got Donna's attention to where she actually said something.

"You respect dolls and puppets?"

I looked over at Donna and nodded.

"Yeah, you see I'm a puppeteer so I control dolls and puppets. I love all dolls and puppets. Also you did a really nice job on the doll that looks like my mother." I said.

"Thank you, but why did you suddenly leave like that?" Donna asked.

I sighed and said,

"You see, ever since my mothers death my aunt has isolated me for years. And being in a room with you and the others triggered my anxiety to no end. I panicked and ran away." I explained.

I couldn't tell how Donna was taking what I said because I can't see her face.

"Oh by the way that picture of you is very lovely." I complimented.

"Yeah that's what I looked like before Mother Miranda came." Donna said sadly.

"Can I see your face?" I asked

Donna tensed up.

"I, no you will just think I'm hideous." Donna said nervously.

I started to walk over to Donna.

"Donna listen to me I know we have only known each other for about five minutes but I want to see what Miranda did to you. I know I can't fix it but if I'm going to get to know you I would like to see your face. I promise I won't judge you. Do you trust me Donna?"

I was standing in front of Donna at this point. Donna hesitantly lifted up her veil so i could see her face. Apart of her face was gone. The right side was covered in a parasite. I gently brush my fingers over it. It's sad to see someone suffer like this I hate it. I then gave Donna a huge hug and said,

"It's going to be okay, I will stay with you so you won't be lonely and I'll be your friend."

I stopped hugging Donna and smiled at her. She whispered a thank you.

"I just have one question, why was the kitchen a mess?" I asked.

"Donna was trying to cook something other than eggs and toast. She not very good at cooking." Angie replied.

Donna was embarrassed and I could actually tell that now that the veil isn't in the way.

"Ahh, that's okay! I can teach you how to cook sometime Donna. Anyway I made dinner so let's eat it before it gets cold!" I said cheerfully.

I lead Donna to the table and I sat next to her.

'Let's help each other get through our troubles Donna.'

~Puppeteer Donna Beneviento x Female Reader ~Where stories live. Discover now