G/T Adventures

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Requested by DiscoDance2018! I hope you like it! I wasn't exactly sure how you wanted this to go, and I also didn't want to make it weird to read.

It's also a little bit of backstory to Arin, my Borrower that was with Wilford in previous shorts.

"Happy Birthday, my love!" A woman embraced her eight-year-old daughter tightly, placing light kisses all along the girl's face and against the top of her red-haired head.

The young giggled, squirming to escape her mother's tight hold. "Mommy, stop it! I can't breathe!" Her red curls bounced around as she, at last, broke free, stumbling backward with a wide grin.

"Alright, alright," she laughed, neatly folding her hands in front of her and smiling fondly at her darling child. "Now, I know we normally do presents later tonight after dinner and cake, but...your father and I thought it would be better if we give you your main gift now, Belle."

"Really? Ooh, lemme see!" Jezebelle bounced on her heels excitedly, clasping her hands tightly together and running to her father as he entered the room carrying a box wrapped in neon green paper, holes poked through the top. She'd seen that done before, it meant something alive was inside the box. A puppy? A kitten? Maybe even a hamster. Jezebelle didn't really care. She'd been asking her parents if she could have a pet to call her own for months. 

"Hold on," her father lifted the box slowly just out of her reach and smiled. "You have to make sure you take care of it. We won't be responsible if you hurt it at all."

"Okay, okay, just lemme see!" Jezebelle giggled, reaching up for the box again as her father lowered it into her hands. She grinned happily, eyes dancing excitedly as she tried to think about or even guess what could be inside.

Jezebelle wasn't hesitant to tear the neon paper away, throwing it to the side. Her hands set the box on a table, and at last, she lifted the lid. 

A gasp passed the young girl's lips as she gazed inside the box. A tiny girl sat inside with orange-ish colored hair, staring up at her with really pretty golden eyes. She was dressed in a cute, frilly pink doll dress. Jezebelle giggled, immediately snatching up the small humanoid in a less than gentle grasp. "What is it?! Oh, mommy, daddy, it's so cute!"

The small female, Arin, squirmed uncomfortably, breathing shakily as she stared at the child. This wasn't good, not at all. Children were always dangerous, and not only was she in the hands of one, but she was also given to one as a present. Being referred to as an 'it' by the parents along with the daughter didn't help to calm her nerves any either.

She and her "boyfriend" had been searching for food when the parents unexpectedly came home. Before she could even get a word in, the coward had shoved her off the edge of the counter to run away. She was left dangling off the edge, barely able to keep herself from plummeting to the floor. 

It wasn't unexpected. The man her parents had set her up with had abused her for as long as they had been together, and thankfully, her parents didn't know this. It would've destroyed them knowing they set their daughter up with a Borrower like that. Arin had just never thought a fellow Borrower, let alone how selfish they were, would sacrifice one of their own to the humans. But here she was.

"We believe it called itself a 'Borrower' darling, but you can call it whatever you'd like. I'm not sure if it has a name, but why don't you go on and play with your new toy while we thaw out the ice cream cake?" The mother spoke sweetly, before turning to pick up a half-smoked cigarette from the side table nearby.

Jezebelle looked ecstatic, thanking her parents multiple times before sprinting from the living room. It was obvious to Arin that this girl wasn't even trying to be careful with her. She didn't want to speak, afraid of what could happen to her, but couldn't stop herself. "U-Um, what...what are we going to play?" She asked nervously, tugging at the itchy fabric of the pink gown that was close to cutting off her airflow.

"Dolls, of course! You're so small and cute, you'd make a perfect one! And you can talk, which means that I don't have to talk for you!" Jezebelle said with a wide grin, hurrying into an all-pink decorated room, several expensive dollhouses set up in the corner. It was clear right away this girl was spoiled beyond imagination.

Arin found herself dropped unceremoniously onto a plush carpet in front of a blue, open-front dollhouse. The girl plopped down just behind her on her knees, violently shaking the ground around the Borrower. "I-I'm not a doll," Arin attempted, but the young girl was already digging through a pile of brightly colored dresses that were equally poofy to the one she was already wearing. She decided to try again despite her nerves. "I-I'm not-"

A hand just as big as she slammed down just off to the side, earning a startled squeal from the Borrower. "Shut up! Mommy and daddy gave you to me, which means you're mine now! I get to choose! You have to play what I want!" The girl's spoiled nature reared its head at last.

That was certainly not the attitude she would have expected from such a young girl, but with how the parents acted when they had caught her, Arin didn't have any doubt that this girl had them as her only influences. She could feel her hands trmbling without her consent. She could hear her own heart hammering thunderously in her ears. This wasn't supposed to happen. All she had been doing was looking for food with her now ex-boyfriend, and now she's been forced into a poofy pink gown. 

"A-Alright, o-okay!" Arin forced out, her voice a much higher pitch than she had planned on it being. 

A little satisfied smirk crawled onto Jezebelle's lips and she turned away once more to dog through all of the dresses. "I like pink on you, it's cute."

While Arin longed to be back in the safety of the walls, she wanted nothing more than to have been found by someone that would take care of her, someone that would protect her rather than hurt her. Now she figured she'd never get the chance.

However, in that moment, she didn't know how wrong that was.