A/N: Dolce's internal narration / **Dolce's negative thoughts** / *Flashback/ Dream sequence*
WARNING: Though not explicitly shown--there are talks of drug and alcohol abuse if you're uncomfortable with that stuff.
Dolce saw Margret standing over her on the grassy field she laid on; hands placed on her hips. There was a stern, unreadable, hard look in her eye that made Dolce even more uneasy than she already was.
"You don't seem to be doing anything at the moment." Margret bluntly stated. "This is the perfect time for me to whip your cooking skills into shape like I promised. Now on your feet; you're coming with me—I don't want to hear your complaints."
Shit...
**Ditto.**
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Dolce stood in the kitchen wearing the same frilly, black-red, bow laced apron Margret made for her the last time she cooked with her and Melody several months back with their first baking lesson. She watched Margret grabbing an assortment of ingredients from her pantry and fridge and set them neatly on the kitchen counter.
Oh geez, of all people why did it have to be Margret? How is she handling everything? Ugh, unlike the others, it's hard to know what she's thinking at times. She's like that mom that normally acts sweet on the surface but is secretly judging you when you do something bad. God, fucking dammit...Why can't anyone just show their anger and stop tormenting me with their "casual," "nice" act?
* Flashback—the day prior... *
*Everyone looked on in SHOCK and HORROR at the sight of the shadowy tendril surrounding Dolce upon it's manifestation.
She sheepishly grinned as she waved her hands and weakly shouted, "Surprise...!"
For a good long while, no one said anything. Dolce stared over at Andy who was just as clueless and uncertain as she was.
Dolce's stance faltered, her tendril drooping in motion with her hands. "...So...is anyone gonna say anything or...-?"
"HOW AND WHEN IN HIGH HEAVENS DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Margret abruptly stood up and exclaimed, causing those around her to FLINCH from her outburst.
"Is it dangerous? Does it hurt when you do that?" Melody worriedly asked Dolce.
"Wow, I was not ready for today when I got out of bed." Felix stupidly said, his surprise still prominent on his face.
Claus kept his silence, but it was evident he was as wary as he was curious to get some answers from her.
Dolce willed her tendril away and walked back over to the benches. "You all better stay seated. I've got one Hell of a crazy ghost story for you all..." she cautioned, taking a seat herself.
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Nobody could tell how long they were out at the picnic area when Dolce unraveled her story; holding nothing back.
She told them how she found herself in possession of a mysterious package delivered to her home without her knowledge; containing what humans called a "computer." But it wasn't any ordinary P.C. system. The note that came with it seemed to emphasize the uniqueness of the hardware compared to most other systems in her current time. When she booted it up, she noted how outdated the system appeared to be, yet it seemed to be running at a higher capacity and efficiency than modern computers. Along with the note, came a children's game. It involved a series of anthropomorphic human-like characters consisting of: A fish, a moon, a mole, a clock...and an apple.
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Andy's Apple Farm: Dolce's Game
FanfictionDolce (pronounced Dol-cie) now 23, was a long time family friend of the Eastwoods back in the day before they all mysteriously disappeared. One day, after successfully moving into a new house, she receives a strange package containing the original C...
