I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-The nightmare I had last night had dolls in it, which to be honest, I should've expected eventually. I found myself eating breakfast with Donna again, and we spoke a little more than we did yesterday.
-"I've never really found myself a big fan of those books," I admit my opinion to the doll maker across from me, "They've just never really caught my eye. But if you like them, I'll probably give them a look. Have you got them in the office in the basement?"
-"Yes."
-"Then I'll look for them."
-The conversations we had together have always been brief, either being the last one we had or followed by another topic starter. We stopped talking all together once we got into the basement, however. We were going to bake cookies, and make chamomile tea as we had planned yesterday. Perhaps it wasn't the best mix, but I've drank way too much milk that wasn't filtered well enough in the past two months that I don't even wanna try an alternative. 
-Donna and I didn't have to talk to one another to know what was needed done next, and to be honest, Angie was screaming at least 90% of the time about how excited she was for cookies. There were times she was yelling at me to go faster, and I've gotten pretty good at ignoring her demands.
-Stirring dough, eggs, adding the chocolate chips, and so on. The only problem we ran into was actively turning on the stove, and it turns out that in reality, it's been out for the count for a long while. Donna can cook, I'm certain, but it's almost like she doesn't need to eat. like she's not even real, and perhaps, maybe she's a ghost all on her own? The moments of accidentally touching her cold hands while retrieving items around the counter was enough to peak my suspicions. I didn't stare at her for long enough to be able to tell on features, however. I've noticed staring makes her uncomfortable.
-"Here we are." I eventually figure out the stove situation, getting it on only took a mild amount of hassle. We put them in and soon enough they were baking, and I turned to look at Donna. "Do you want me to clean tea cups?"
-She glanced at me, before shrugging, and then pointing over to the sink silently. I followed her gestures, and I took it upon myself to start washing. The water supply was weak, and no matter how much I turned the faucet, it poured a very specific amount of water at once and only that amount only. I couldn't even guarantee that the water was safe, I smell the air and it doesn't smell terrible.. But I figured Donna's cleaned plenty of cups, unless they were all hallucinations when I watched tea get poured. Regardless, I start cleaning.
-I hear Angie mumble to Donna, the two speaking quietly to one another, and I try to listen in, but I don't hear much. Perhaps they're working up a plan against me? It'd be a good time, if anything, especially as I don't trust the elevator and I don't think I can go up and down the thing without thinking I'd die as the doors open. She can feel that fear too, can't she?
-I wiped my hands off on the rag before I turned around to spot Donna making the tea from scratch, and I walk over, watching the process for a moment before looking at the stove. It'd be a minute, but until then, I'm keeping an eye on my surroundings.

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The living room was once more, filled with dolls, and fresh cookies sat about the room on plates all separate as I sat in my own seat, eating one of them in hopes it wasn't poisoned.
-"You're really paranoid aren't you?" Angie asked, and I looked over at her as she sat on the table beside me. "I can tell, you look like you're scared to eat every time you take a bite of anything."
-"Well, to be fair, you've been trying to kill me since I got here."
-"Hey, I haven't tried since we played tag! You're fine.. If I wanted you dead, you would be. It wouldn't be through poisoning your food."
-"Oh? Then what should I look out for?"
-"A surprise!"
-"Alright." I snicker, and I take another bite, and with half a mouth full, I keep talking. "So, how do all these dolls get sentience? They aren't just built with it, if they were then the one I made over there wouldn't be break dancing." Aka, the thing was having a seizure on the floor and the other dolls were laughing at it. 
-Angie seemed to laugh shortly in mockery at my creation before she explained it to me. "It's in everything. The entire house is sentient."
-"I feel like you're lying to me."
-"Have I ever?"
-"Probably--"
-"Yes I have. I was lying. Bingo. "
-"Oh."
-"It's in the fabric!"
-"See, now that makes more sense then the entire house. I'd be damned if I were stuck in the Monster House plot."
-"Monster House?"
-"Oh, god. You'd probably love Monster House."
-Next thing I know. I'm spending my entire evening explaining the entire plot of Monster House to the doll as she sits in front of me. I have to tell her all the details I know and I get insulted for not remembering the things she asks about like what color was Jenny's eyes and then I tell her she doesn't know how to count to twenty and she shuts up pretty fast. 
-I never expected to find myself really smiling when I talked to Angie, let alone laughing at some of the things she says to me. It felt odd, and although I was talking to a demented toy, it felt more like I was speaking to an actual person that had a morbid sense of humor and a very evidently twisted version of reality. 
-"Chowder kind of reminds me of how dumb Lord Heisenberg is sometimes." Angie explains, and I tilt my head to the side. 
-"Lord Heisenberg?" That's right! There's four lords in total, and I somehow managed to forget the rest of them existed. "Lord Heisenberg.. He's the Lord with the factory, correct?"
-"Yeah! The man smells really bad, and is always getting into fights with the tall lady with the phat tits."
-Jesusfuckingchrist
-"Y-Yeah," I'm choking on my tea, "Lady Demitrescu is awful scary to the village people. Out of all the Lords, they're more scared of her than anything."
-"I don't think she's scary, I think she just tries. Maybe she needs a hug."
-I recall the many rumors that the woman was taller than a room, and after witnessing Donna's power, I'm not so skeptical. I simply laugh at Angie's words, and I look down at my cup. "Maybe you've got the confidence for that, but I can't imagine that she'd want any hugs from me."
-"Maybe one day we can try."
-"Oh? One day?? I'm assuming this means you're done trying to kill me??"
-"N-No! Just, not for a while." Angie crosses her little arms, and she looks off into the room for a second before she looks at me. "Donna hasn't felt this happy in a while."
-"Happy?"
-"No one's ever talked to her about books before, and made dolls with her. We haven't tried to bake cookies ever."
-I nod silently, and when I notice Angie's sentence ends, I break a piece of my cookie off and I hand it to the smaller being. "Well, if only people saw her the way I did, and see past the veil, she is so much more than that."
-"What?" Angie spoke, and I paused for a moment, not realizing until now just how familiar that sounded.
-"What??" I ask back, trying to hold the secret that I snooped among their things. I don't need them knowing that I've seen that little family book. "I mean, Donna seems so much nicer than just a woman with a bunch of scary dolls, full offense, I'd just.. Think it'd be easier for everyone if they weren't so stuck up."
-"Y-Yeah." Angie gets up. "I'll talk to you later."
-I watch the small thing float away from me, and I bite the last of my cookie, looking down at the crumbs left on the small plate and the cup of tea sitting on top of the table as I worry for how close that was. How did I even make it sound that close? Hell, why did I? I can imagine why she'd notice, given Donna and Angie have probably reread those notes thousands of times. 
-But on top of all that, I've made Donna.. Happy?