Too Little

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Prompt: Little Wednesday taking along some likes and dislikes from her big space into her little one.
CG!Enid/LITTLE!Wednesday
Little age: three

"What are you doing, hun?" Enid asked, popping up beside her little, who had perched herself on her big girl chair, knees tucked near her chin and fingers hovering over the keys of her typewriter.

"Nuffin..." She blinked cutely, though it wasn't enough to fool her all-so-clever roommate.

"Nes, what did we say about using the typewriter when small?"

The girl looked at her hands, almost shamefully if Enid hadn't known her, then back up. "No. But mine! I allowed to do whatever I want!"

Enid sighed, glancing at the page full of random letters that Wednesday would most definitely be pissed about later. "But you aren't even writing anything, love."

"Writtin letters!" She tapped another key, the Y printing itself into the (expensive) paper. "Go tap!" She hit another key. "Tap!" A few more. "Tap! Tap! Tap!" With every letter she giggled a bit, mumbling the words repeatedly.

"Do you like the tapping sound?"

"Tap. Sound like...hmmm." Enid knew what she meant. Though she had hated the sounds drilling into her head a while ago, they had quickly grown on her, becoming almost comforting. Wednesday probably thought of it the same way.

"Well, how about Mama turns on some sounds on her speaker so you can hear the tap without using the ink and paper, baby."

Wednesday thought this over for a moment before she deemed it worthy of her attention and slid off the chair, running over to the side of the room where Enid kept her small pink speaker. "Do?"

"Yeah, can you press the little power button for me?"

Wednesday looked the device over briefly before locating said button and pressing it. 'Connected!', the sound of an animated voice echoed over the walls, and the Spotify list of typewriter sounds Enid had found started to play.

"Is that good?"

"Mhm!" She sat herself down on the bed, holding one of the many stuffies that lay there up to her chest. "Now can play and tap!" She sounded absolutely astonished at this world-altering discovery.

"You can, yes," Enid laughed, sitting next to the girl. "Do you want me to play with you?"

"Mmm, mhm, you be Boil!" She handed a small dog to Enid. "Okay you gotta run from me, cuz I the government," she mused for a second. "And, uhm, you killeded someone." Of course, she did.

"Well, we need a subject to my murder, who did I kill to make me run from the government?"

"Trump," Wednesday responded without a second thought. "Okay now I gonna try 'nd get you, gotta run!"

Enid sped her little dog across the sheets, though the little raven showed no remorse, making her stuffed animal pounce on top of the helpless one beneath. "Got you! You arrested for killing and now we gots hang you in city square." Enid grimaced, but let the (innocent) stuffie be ripped from her grasp, along with her poor charger that was then tied around its neck.

"Wednesday, maybe we should-" a death glare shut her up as her little wrapped the cord around the bedpost, successfully hanging the poor guy.

"He dead."

"Oh, that's...good?"

"Mhm," she untangled him from the chords. "Now we use his body for-"

"Now we have a nap," Enid grabbed the girl, pulling her onto her lap suddenly. "We don't use dead bodies for things, Nes."

Wednesday frowned. "No! For science. Science good!"

"You just strangled him, I don't know if his little body would still work for science."

"No cuz-"

"Wednesday. Nap time."

With a huff, the little viper finally nodded, letting her caregiver's arms wrap around her. "Gotta brush teeth?"

"You bet, can you be a big girl and go put on your little Pjs and pull up while Mama preps your brush?"

"Yeah," Wednesday shuffled to her dresser, grabbing some simple waffled pyjamas and a shark-themed pull-up.

Hearing her grunt in an attempt to get them on properly, Enid couldn't help but laugh. She squeezed some of the charcoal toothpaste onto the brush and wet it, walking back out to where Wednesday was seated on the floor, fully dressed.

"I see you were successful in your mission m'lady."

"Mh, got monster high brush?"

"You bet," Enid pulled Wednesday onto her lap. "Open up!"

After quite a long time, she had officially gotten all the nooks and crannies of Wednesday's mouth clean, she carried her to the sink and helped her do her mouthwash. Once everything was done she tucked her in, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"Do you want Mama to lay with you while you fall asleep, love?'

"Mhm," she whispered, shifting her blankets so that Enid could crawl in.

"Stay all sleep?"

"Of course, I never leave."

"Maybe do though..."

"Never ever."

"Neverrr."

Wednesdays Pjs:

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