(TW : References/ideas of (really) underage ra*ing and (not really) graphical descriptions of vomiting.)
"Just let me know, if you'll need any help."
Caryn handed a pair of scissors to Mabel, who happily accepted them.
"Yes, Ma."
Mabel smiled, as she left to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and sighed. She was ready to get started, as her hair were already clean and dried, so she went on.
First of all, she grabbed a small piece of ribbon and tied it just under her shoulders, where all the hidden thorn hair stopped, so it wouldn't be so hard to keep them together.
The girl looked at her appearance one last time. In the mirror, there was an innocent little girl staring at her. Somebody sweet, untouched by this world. Somebody... she wanted to be for as long as she would, but no longer was. The girl, who died, before she could reunite with her family.
"Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, bro... but I need to do it..." The girl whispered quietly, holding her hair tightly with one hand. And then...
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A long trim of hair fell off the girl's head, leaving them just a few inches bellow her shoulders.
Mabel took a look at her reflection once again. Her look now seemed better fitting, that made her smile a bit. But not for long, as something still felt to to bothering her.
"Why are you fighting me, little girl?" A voice called through her head.
"N... no..." Mabel whispered, holding onto her hair. "No, please, not again..!" She lowered her head, her gaze fell onto the cutting tool in her hands.
Next second, the girl looked between her reflection and scissors, still in her hand. She frowned, before grabbing her hair again.
And she started to cut them again. This time, more aggressively, one stroke at time. One for each phrase that man... that... psychopath told her while he held her in the room.
"You're so pretty for somebody your age..."
Snip.
"You're such a great sister..."
Snip.
"And you're an amazing daughter..."
Snip.
"No wonder your family loves you so much..."
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"Too bad the boys can't seem to notice it..."
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"Through it doesn't mean you can't get the love, you want..."
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"You're the best person for what I need you to..."
Stop.
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle, Love..."
Get out, get out, get OUT!
"Get-!" Mabel tried to scream, before a sudden hit her stomach, making her grap it. Didn't take too long for wave of sickness to kick in too and make the poor girl empty her stomach into the sink.
"W... what..? A... again..?" The girl asked, just now noticing that she dropped the scissors. "Ugh... what's wrong with me..? It's... fifth time this week!"
Mabel tried to get to the toilet, but another wave hit the girl before she could do so, leaving her to puke into the sink.
This wave didn't ease up for about a minute, before Mabel was able to get a break to breathe again.
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Our Mother : Mabel Pines
Fanfiction(Heavily inspired by Mamá Mira/Papá Bruno reverse) She appeared out of blue. She didn't remember, where she came form. She didn't remember who she was, other than her name. All, she knew that she wanted to find her brother and go back home. But it l...
