Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Rose-

(okay, so fun fact. I linked a video below, and I haven't watched it in years, but the way the neck of this being works is almost how I imagine Wendy's ability to move her whole body, and I feel like, somehow subconsciously, that's where the idea came from)

(while this one below inspired Wendy itself)

(I know, I know, 8 and 10-minute videos, the horror, you are not forced to watch; I am just sharing my inspiration. XD)

Wendy always hated humanity, but she might need to thank them.

Sure, they marred her face with that stupid logo. Sure, they turned her into what she was not meant to be, stuck in this human body. Sure, they were nothing but food in her eyes. Sure, they were their own sorts of beasts that destroy all that the world gave them, wasted it away, and blamed others. Sure, they are playing god, trying to outdo the laws of nature.

Sure...

But such vile beings are also the reason why her Cherie exists.

They tried to destroy themselves with said-to-be mistakes, creating monsters of their nightmares... But some of these nightmares Wendy liked a lot.

The horrifying masses of flies.

The mutated beast that towers over them.

The lifeless hunk of wood in a dress.

The murderous woman of the forest.

All of these people would be something Wendy might miss if they were never created. She can't lie; she knows she couldn't miss them if she never met them.

She was trailing down her own scent, following rot and decay; she needed to destroy all that they still had some of her blood.

She knew how her body worked; no matter how much she spilled, the brackish fetid blood always decayed into nothingness unless preserved, so she was almost sure they could not actively spare samples of it.... So all is stored here near the dead copies or somewhere in here... She can always look for more facilities if even more still appear.

She craned her neck to the side, hearing sickening pops as her body followed; yeah, that must be the way.

As annoying as it was, Winters must be doing one hell of a job since she met very little resistance... Then again, she went in quietly, and him probably guns blazing like the day they met.

Not that it bothered her... No, it did now; she's the Apex, and at least after this, he'll be gone to America if he wants a chance at living; she'll only partially wish him not to meet one of her kin, but if he does, she wouldn't care.

Stopping in front of another magnetized door, the code being denied didn't pose much of a problem; Umbrella really didn't want Wendigo proof this place or any of their locations since she went on her spree and escaped.

She crouched down and pulled herself in a small area, as much as she could, before springing up and punching her arm through the heavy reinforced duct cover above the door.

She braced herself against the wall with her feet and jammed her other hand between the cracks in the paneling on the ceiling, using her other hand to bend and rip the metal until she could squeeze her body through and drop inside.

"Ugly bastards." She grinned, ugly lines pulling into her flesh as this smile pulled oddly on her face.

She knew of human fairy tales and thought she dropped into one.

A murky aquarium filled with fish that were more eyes than fish, all following her movements.

A chained-down jar with writhing masses of constantly shifting tentacles inside of them.

A coffin with muffled agony seeping through in the only way it could, frantic and panicked slams from the inside.

She could smell sulfur and fresh blood near a seemingly ordinary box with heavy padlocks and chains around it.

Umbrella's storage center was a treasure cove of the inhuman.

This place was a labyrinth; the more she moved through its cramped halls and corners, the more she saw and more were the paths split.

And to her most immense dismay, she found something else before her blood.

It was an opening, a less cluttered space, and an actual room; the visible door had a window on it, and through it, she could tell it let out of the storage area.

But this room itself looked like a medical room.

"Humans are cruel beings."

She actually didn't care for Winters' child, but finding a baby in such a place was odd, even for her.

A baby-sized hospital bed, with many tens of tubs, leaves various machines hooking deep in the baby's flesh, nose, and throat and beeping and buzzing with knowledge and tests.

She had a hard time believing that the little thing was still a living thing with how little of the skin was visible and what was strained from being handled, healing needle wounds, a stitch here, a tiny burn over there, and the fact she could smell feces and even rot didn't help.

But the fact the little being coughed around the tube, forcing its mouth open, proved her otherwise.

With a bit more care than she would have usually given, Wendy grabbed the first tube and, using her nail to pry a hook-like end out of the skin, pulled it off, watching the blood pearl at the surface of the wound now exposed to air.

"I sure hope your father will not be stupid and leave little one." She muttered, disgustingly watching the tube she dropped down on the ground. "I can almost pity you fully." She did smell of mold, like all of Miranda's stuff, even Winters did, but it was not hard for her to guess that the man was dead and only mold remained.

Making this child something of both life and death.

Almost something like her without nearing what she was in the slightest.

It made her sick that this baby was similar to her in that sense of the term, alive and dead.

But she had a promise to follow through with to be sure Winters would never bother Donna or the others ever again.

And so, after some time, she held the weakened baby in her arms, wrapped in the white sheets of the bed that had been its torture, even more, wound visible, bedsores on its back that could have worsened even more.

Wendy looked at it.

"Let's hope your father knows what he is doing." She grumbled. "You are the most pitiful thing I've ever encountered in my whole life, and that's saying something."

"Evacuate the facility immediately; onsite detonation in 5 minutes."

"Oh." She said, looking up at the loud voice that was meshing with the already screaming alarm. "I think he might not know what he is doing."

(PEOPLE!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!! If you want, I can make Ethan fuck up and die in this boom and have Wendy have it in her vile heart to not just discard Rose to die but instead bring her back to the estate (she will fight Miranda no matter if she does or not) and by consequence have more stuff to add to future chapters, Mia doesn't matter here..... Or I can stick to the plan Wendy told Ethan to follow and have him and Rose fuck of somewhere far from where the story takes place... Please help me... You get one more chapter in this facility; if I don't get told you want me to keep Rose around, I will follow the idea of making them leave.)