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DARK DECEPTION. Mama Bear x Abused Neglected Doll Child Reader

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(Y/N) POV

Why did they do this to me? Why did they make me into a doll? I want a loving family who cares about me and doesn't hurt me on a daily basis. "Why are you so worthless?!" My mother yelled as she threw me across the room "Your nothing but a waste of space!" My father shouted. "Let's get rid of her." Mom said holding a knife, with tears in my eyes I watched as she stabbed me in the chest with the knife, and everything went black.

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When I woke up, I wasn't in the horrid place I used to call home instead I'm in a forest, I stumble to my feet, my entire body hurts especially my chest. I look around hoping to find a place to warm up as it was pretty cold here. To my luck I spotted a cabin, I started to walk towards it, once I got to the door, I hesitantly knocked on it hoping someone would answer, I waited patiently hoping there would be someone who would comfort me. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I began to cry and started walking away from the cabin when I tripped over something and knocked something over which made a lot of noise, what I tripped over also tore my leg open and it hurt alot, as I sat there holding my leg still crying the door opened and someone came up to me. "Are you alright dear?" The voice was female and the tone was comforting. I look up to see someone looking like a stuffed bear with a pink bow on her head, her stomach was open like someone took a knife and cut her open, I would speak to her but my parents sewed my mouth shut so I just sat there crying, "Oh you poor thing what happened to you?" She said in a worried tone, I look at her and try to say something to her but the stitches stop me from doing so, she noticed this and picked me up and took me inside where it's warm and cozy and gave off a feeling of safety, she took me into a room where there was alot of sewing stuff like mommy had and this made me nervous, she noticed this and comforted me. "Don't worry sweetie, I'm only going to remove the stitches on your mouth and stitch your leg back up so you can walk again." She said in a comforting and sweet motherly tone as she hugged me. She sat me down on a table next to the sewing stuff and grabbed a pair of scissors. "Now hold still sweetie I don't want to hurt you." She said as was about to start to remove the stitches on my mouth, as she was removing the stitches from my mouth, a small teddy jumped up and scared me causing me to fall off the table tearing my arm open in the process, I look up to see the same teddy laughing until she scolded it for doing so. Once the teddy left the room she walked over and picked me up and put me back on the table, "Sorry about that sweetie my babies can be quite mischievous." 'That was one of her babies? So she's a mama.' I thought to myself, she finished removing the stitches from my mouth, "There how's that sweetie?" She asked sweetly "M-much better th-thank you." I said politely with a bit of a stutter she smiled. "Now let's patch up your arm and leg shall we?" She said grabbing a sewing needle and thread and got to work on patching up my torn limbs.

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Once she was done she put me on the floor, I stand there still a bit wobbly but I manage to maintain my balance just enough that I could walk without help. "Come on sweetie." She said offering her paw to me which i happily took and we walked out of the room and into what looked like a livingroom "What's your name sweetheart?" She asked. "(Y/N)." I said, she giggled "Nice to meet you (Y/N) I'm Mama Bear but you can just call me Mama if you want."

Mama Bear POV

When I told her she could call me Mama her face brightened, I guess she never really had a very good mother. "If you don't mind me asking but what happened to you sweetheart?" I asked her curious, tears started to fall down her face. "My...parent...they...they hurt me every day and...they never f-fed m-me. At o-one point they g-got a-angry at m-me for s-something I-I d-didn't do and...they t-turned me into a doll." She said I couldn't help but feel bad for her, why did her parents do that to her. "Th-they c-cont-tinued to h-hurt me after they turned m-me into a d-doll, until now my mama was holding a knife as she and dad were y-yelling at me and s-stabbed m-me in the chest and I-I was h-here." When she finished saying what happened to her, I felt really bad for her, she was abused, neglected, turned into a living doll and then killed by her OWN PARENTS. "I d-don't w-want to go back. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK TO THEM PLEASE!" She shouted obviously traumatized, I pulled her into a hug and  held her close. "There there sweetheart, I won't make you go back to those horrid people, you can stay here with me and my babies, you'll be safe here." I told her in a comforting manner, she hugged me, not wanting to let go, "Thank you....Mama." I smiled still holding (Y/N) close, she yawned and I chuckled. "Come on let's get you to bed." I said picking her up and carrying her to the room where all of my babies sleep and put in an empty bed and covered her up with the blanket and kissed her on the forehead and left the room after telling my babies that were awake and roaming around to keep an eye on her. Once I left the room I heard something outside I opened the door to see Malak. "Oh hello Malak what brings you here?" I said cheerfully, he shook his head, "I felt a disturbance here is there some unfortunate soul in need of some torment?" I frowned at what he said. "More like a little child in need of love." I responded, he looked at me unsure about what I said. "What was that?" He asked. "It was a little girl, her parents...they...they were horrible to her." I told him. "How so?" I felt my anger rise as I remembered what (Y/N) told me what her parents did to her and therefore I told Malak. "They abused her they neglected her, they turned her into a doll and when they were done with her they killed her, they never gave it a second thought when they did so." I said each word was said with anger by what they have done to the poor child. "I hope they suffer for what they've done to her." I told Malak, he seemed surprised by my anger, he stood there for a moment stunned before he spoke. "Very well she may stay here with you if her parents do end up here you know what to do." Malak said. "Thank you dear Malak." I said. "Don't call me that." He said and left I smiled happy to give my new daughter a better life and I can say one thing is certain that that if anyone ever puts their filthy hands on my little girl they will not live to see another day, me and my babies will make sure of that.