BoyxBoy Oneshots

Stuffing

A lovely story about a witch and a voodoo doll, woo

((Btw the voodoo doll in this looks kind of like the weird button eyed people in 'Coraline'))

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indigo's pov.

This was not my intentions. I didn't mean to do this. This just happened..without my control..whatsoever. It just started out as a joke, a slight gag. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to make a life sized voodoo doll, who looks more human than doll. I didn't mean for it to be..be..real. I didn't mean for it to come alive, I didn't even know I was capable of that. I mean yeah I am a witch..I do black magic..I just didn't think I was capable of this..that my magic could go as far as this.

/ Flashback \

'I wonder what its like to make a voodoo doll.' Was the first thought that came to my mind in the early hours of seven a.m. I've heard of people making small little rodent sized dolls filled with black magic just to harm a person, whether it be for revenge or just for the 'fun' of it, but I've never really heard of people making a life sized one, or one that's actually alive for that matter. I wonder if I could do that. Then again, it is impossible to make an actual live one, but it isn't impossible to make a life sized one. Maybe I should make one just to mess with my friends and family. It would be funny, watching their reactions.

I could already imagine my mother's reaction. 'Indigo Queensly! What in the world were you thinking!' she'd say. She'd probably also smack me upside the head and then proceed to lecture me about how I'm 'putting myself in danger' by using black magic in a human neighborhood. She always did. She worried to much.

I also think making a voodoo doll would be kind of cool, like having a little non alive friend.

I was currently walking down the steps towards my basement, where I did all of my black magic. My basement was a pretty normal basement, despite all of the spell books strewn everywhere and multiple strange items in jars like eyeballs, hair, strange colored liquids, etc.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I immediately walked over towards my desk at the far end of the room, picking up a random spell book on the way there. I slammed the book down on the desk and started flipping through the pages, trying to find some sort of spell or..something on how to create voodoo dolls.

I yell out a little 'Ah-hah!' when I come across a page all about voodoo dolls. Just what I'm looking for. I push the book to the side and start gathering the items I need (Needles, stuffing, buttons, thread, fabric, my wand, etc.), searching frantically all around the room, creating a bigger mess in the process. Once I grab everything I lay it out all neatly on the desk, scanning the book once more before I start.

When I was one hundred percent positive that I had everything I needed, I began, casting some extra spells to make sure it turns out exactly how I wanted.

It didn't turn out the way I exactly wanted it to.

/ End of Flashback \

Now I stood in the middle of my room, shaking feverishly, pacing back in forth as it watched me from the corner of my room. Its button eyes and scary human like features making me incredibly anxious. It was almost as if it was looking straight into my soul. It smiled innocently. "What's wrong, Master?"

I physically cringed. "Please, don't call me that." I said in disgust. It looked at me so innocently, like a child. It truly did look like a doll. "But why not? You created me." The creature folded it's delicate and pale arms behind it's back. It looked so pure and innocent like that. "Just, please, call me Indigo." It nodded silently.