Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Eleven.

After making a new batch of cupcakes without the use of a certain outside help, Karl and I head over to Donnas house, being careful not to get caught by Dimitrescu or her little daughters I'd heard so much of.

The only person that knows I'm alive is Donna, and it's because I often get cooking supplies from her. I also offered the woman doll parts in return for furniture; like cabinets and chairs made of wood.

"Do you think she has everything set up?" I question, a small smile on my face since I'm gonna be able to see another girl for the first time in a week or so.

It gets boring just talking to Karl, and living with Karl, and literally doing everything with KARL!

"Knowing her, she's had it set up for hours," He was already back to being the normal Heisenberg everyone knew. A know it all with cocky tendencies.

I laugh at his remark just as the two of us reach the door to her rather large castle-like house. I smile, knocking on the entrance patiently.

"They're hereee!" The familiar high pitched voice of Angie. She's actually the first thing I met in this universe now that I think about it, maybe we've bonded. "Hi!"

I smile down at the small creature and walk in, following Angie with Karl to the kitchen, where a large table was decorated in food galore.

"Donna!" I cheer, seeing her familiar veiled face before frowning. "You're covering yourself up again?"

The woman seems to get smaller as she nods, putting a final plate of food down. "I don't— want anyone to see."

I sigh, putting on a smile so she doesn't dwell on the old look too much. "We brought cupcakes!"

Karl seemed to smirk a little from the corner of my eye; happy with the change of topics I assume.

Donna rushes over and takes the tray, smelling them with an adorable squeal. "They smell divine. I always enjoy your baking."

I nod, letting her walk off before looking back to my roommate. "Somethings up, she isn't acting normal."

"What do you mean? She's fine. If it's about the veil, she's been wearing that piece of shit for years."

I shake my head, looking around the room, as if trying to deduce the walls. "She's... lying to us about something."

The house has been set up strangely, like she was attempting to clear space. Donna's never done that for a visit before, even when all of us were planning on having a nice and hunky meal.

And why a tea party? She isn't that childish, and I think she's said to me before that she doesn't even like the taste of tea. To top it off, the woman's wearing her old veil for the first time since I got her to take it off.

Donna said she didn't want anyone to see...

"Someone's here, Karl," I whisper the words, my hand grabbing his out of a pitiful amount of fear. Donnas house was huge, and if I was separated from him, I'd be taken away in no time.

And since I still don't know what happens if I die in this game, I'm not exactly itching to find out.

"What the fuck are you, a detective?" How can he still be so cocky? Is he that confident in his abilities? "Do you know who it is?" He suddenly whispers, hand tightening on mine only slightly while still trying to act natural.

What did he see that made him get so serious?

I decide to try and figure out the answer anyway; itching to take on a challenge. Alright, so villagers are scared to be over here, and Moreau is taking his daily nap under the bridge— That fucking bitch.

"One of the Dimitrescu's."

Karl grumbles, looking at all the entrances to the  room we're in. "That's what I thought."

Just as we finish talking I feel a burning sensation in my hand, and I look down to see a large scratch up the outside of my arm. "Fuck!"

"She's good, no wonder you felt the need to keep her around," I look up to spot the exact face I didn't want to see.

"Will you ever get off my dickkk," Karl drags the word out, annoyed with the woman just as much, if not more, than me.

"I know you're up to something, Heisenberg," Dinitrescu threatened, and I can't help but roll my eyes. "Oh? What is it, human?"

"Oh, sorry, I just couldn't help but smell your total bullshit from a mile away," I shrug, trying to change the conversation topic quickly.

"That's my girl," Karl encouraged me quietly, hand tightening even more, which made it obvious he was getting concerned.

"You," Dimitrescu points her long metal-claw finger at me, my own blood dripping from it's sharp tip. "What a disrespectful lady. Have Heisenbergs tendencies taken a toll on you?"

As the large woman inches closer to us, Karl steps out, the metal inside of the room lifting to the air. I hear a small hum radiate from them.

I glance around to see the surrounding dolls standing up and flinch, watching all their heads turn to me at once.

Oh boy...

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