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

-Drool-

And to say Donna thought there was almost a normal life going on now, as every day as it could be.

...

So why did Wendy need to show up looking like minced meat with the baby that caused all this mess of Winters almost killing them all?

No, no, she knows why, the creature explained it to her and she listened... She just... Wanted to dismember her and bury her limbs in the garden, nothing that bad.

"Do you need to be so harsh?"

"Do you need to be so stupid?"

Donna couldn't help but be irritated, and it was heard; Wendy had told her she had killed Ethan Winters, and suddenly it was said to her that it was a lie, and now not only did she have a target on her back because Miranda wanted her to 'tame' Wendy and get the knowledge out of her but there was a new shiny target in the shape of Rosemary Winters crawling across her living room floor, the half mold child that Mother Miranda would kill them all to get her hands on... So yeah, she was a bit of a jab-y mood.

It is Wendy's mistake to have been shot with platinum bullets anyway and also her mistake to have asked her for help removing them after she revealed her little late-night escapade with Winters.

But she still helped; despite it all, she still felt terrible for her, not only annoyance. She looked worse than she had in a long while, and the blood-freezing injuries explained each after the other didn't help; even if her own body could hold shattered bones together, she didn't think she'd have been able to walk on them.

"NOOOO!!! LEAVE ME YOU DROOL MACHINE!!! DONNAAAAAAAA!!!"

Wendy dryly chuckled, one hand lifted so Donna had a nice view of the holes in her side; she had just pulled out one of the many bullets, dropping it in a trey, both looking at Angie trying to crawl her way out of the 'deadly' arm of a baby who wanted to put its mouth on her head, drool falling everywhere.

"I shouldn't be surprised; she is of mold," Wendy said, and Donna needed to agree; the way Wendy spoke about her looking led her first to think this baby should be dead, but currently, none of the previous wounds were even visible on her body and was quite healthily making her way through life... To Angie's dismay.

She dropped another bullet into the little trey, frowning slightly at them; they didn't even change shape when entering; any other shots would have even if hitting a human body.

"They are strong; they need to be to hurt me." Wendy guessed her thoughts, grabbing three of them and chasing them around her palms, a slight sizzling sound heard with the skin turning red under it. "The normal bullets can heal out of my body, as you see, but these need to be removed to let me heal the wound."

"Stop that." Donna quickly grabbed them again, throwing them in the trey hurriedly. "And stop moving." She clicked the tweezers.

"Ay ay mon Chérie."

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Donna sighed, stressed about everything that happened and what she learnt about.

Wendy insisted that Winters could have never survived such a blast and, seeing the state she showed in while having avoided the main blast itself, she believed her.

But if Mother Miranda made her stress before, she was making her panic now.

And why did Wendy even bring that damned child back here? It is because of this Rose that she almost got stabbed to death, got blown up and got brought back.

All of this stressed her out greatly. Why did this need to happen? What was she thinking? Why why why?

She looked over at Angie's desperate pleas, seeing her in the arms of a very hug-y baby that was giggling a storm.

Angie could get out of her hold if she wanted, or was she already that strong because of the mold? Just what was her life turning into? Why was it turning into this?

She looked at Wendy, knocked out sleeping on the couch, and shivered. 

Without conscious effort to keep the muscles and tendons tied down to look like a normal limb, her legs looked like melting plastic barbie legs, boneless and floppy, once in a while making a loud-ish snapping noise when she moved in her sleep and misplaced the bone shards that then needed to snap back in place to heal. Her arm already looked like normal, that being the first of the limbs to heal.

Donna sighed once again, how many time already today? In one night Wendy had turned her world upside down.... Which she tends to easily do anyway.

She looked from the little duo to the creature and back to the duo, walking away.

"Where are you going?!" Poor Angie yelled from her little prison, Donna knew enough that her friend didn't risk being broken and she felt better leaving her here, even if trapped, then leaving Wendy and the mold baby alone with no one to look after them.

She stopped, having just opened the door when she asked.

"Getting her some food." Talking about Wendy. "I don't want to make the same mistake." Remembering that despite not knowing her back then, she still worried about her not waking up and right now, she is more hurt then she had been because of the flowers. "Be nice, I'll be back.

"No don't leav--" She closed the door behind her accompanied with another sigh.

Such a hard life for a simple doll maker.

But then again.

She didn't mind it that much in the long run.

...

She just hope the baby will stop drooling over all her stuff tho...