Yes. A fanfic about Mommy Long Legs. I seem to have found my female crush in this game. My male being Huggy Wuggy. And both are the main antagonists in the two recent chapters. Huggy in one and Mommy Long Legs in two.
Anyways, you're a young woman w...
It starts off with you in the year 1991. You're a seven-year-old girl named (Y/N) (L/N). You live in the rich neighborhood in Cleveland, Ohio. In fact, you and your family are the richest people in Cleveland. Biggest place. You name it.
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You're the only child of the (Y/N) family. A wealthy couple. Your dad Leonard and your mom Helga. Your dad's a decent guy to get along with. Your mom however... is snotty, spoiled rotten, vain, narcissistic, money crazy, etc. Typical bitchy rich woman type.
But the only person she cares about more than herself... is you. You're the one thing she values more than money or anything. She makes sure you as her little girl, gets whatever you want. You're not demanding yourself. It's just your mom.
She will get onto anyone who doesn't quote on quote, 'make your dreams come true.' If you wanted a certain toy, she'd order the maids, your dad, etc. to get it for you. If you wanted a certain dessert, your mom would order the maids to make it for you. Your mom loved you more than she loved herself and she made sure of it.
And your mansion is more modern castle like. You were in a different one before, but your mom noticed your fascination with castles when you were only two-in-a-half years old and she demanded your dad move all of you to a more castle like mansion to live in. She was happy to see your happiness with where you were and are currently living. She even gave you the room you wanted.
Right now, you're up in your room and you're playing with your dolls. You have a lot of them. Your moms orders towards your dad to get them for you. And you had a big dollhouse for them. You were rich, anyhow. You can afford it.
But as you play with your dolls, a dress rips off of one of them as you try to put it on the doll. You gasp. You yell, "Mama!" You hear footsteps come running upstairs and you hear your door opening. You look to see your mom.
She's in a blue dress, her medium blonde hair is brushed nicely, she has blue eyes, a pearl necklace, high heel shoes, etc. She says, "Darling. What's wrong? Tell mama what it is." You say, "Mommy. I tried to put a dress on my dolly and it ripped."
She approaches you and she ducks down saying, "Awe, my sweetheart. Those cheap doll clothes don't cut it, do they? I'll have our maid Rita make a better one for your dolly, honey. More sturdy and better quality than that mess. In fact, I'll have her make more. Little shirts, dresses, pants, skirts. All for your dolls."
You say, "Okay, mommy." She smiles and says, "Mama will make sure you're satisfied with what you have, (Y/N) honey. We're the richest family in Cleveland. Your daddy owns the costume company and we own five of the most expensive cars. Any one of those will be yours or we'll get you an up to date one the time you're old enough to drive. You get what you want under my demands towards everyone else or they'll pay the price."
She kisses you on the cheek and she says, "I'll be back, dear. And I'll come back for you when dinner's ready." You say, "Okay mommy. Love you." She says, "I love you too, my sweet girl." She stands up and says, "The only one I care about more than myself is you, (Y/N) honey." She walks out of there. You continue playing with your dolls.
