Witch's Pet (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader x Mother Miranda)

Chapter 5: Dolls and Daughters

A/N: not proofread lolzies sorry for any errors i will go over the chapters after the school year is over :0

this was the longest i've ever written ohmy LETSGOOOOO

i will be responding to everyones comments soon my mental just deteriorating and my re8 brainrot is real LMAO i finished writing this at 4am currently sobbing peace sign

You don't remember much of what happens after Angie exclaimed that her and Donna would take good care of you so you're surprised to find yourself brought in a completely different room. It's not the matter of how you were brought there but rather who was carrying your body. You figured when Alcina first picked you up, she could do it with no effort since she was obviously bigger than you but it was pretty amazing that anyone other than her was able to lift your body off the ground since you were much taller than average humans.

You lift your head up to find who exactly was strong enough to carry your body and you had to suppress the urge to shriek when you saw the same dolls in the living room, holding you up with their small wooden hands. There was about more than a dozen that did their best to transport you into the next room.

Donna and Angie walked in front of the rest of you as you all entered a room with doll legs and arms hanging from the ceiling. A table that looked similar to an operating table was placed in the middle of the room.

Frankly, you were never much of a doll person no matter how loved they were by children back in the days. Your daughter seemed to absolutely love them which was the only reason you ever tolerated such a thing in your house. So having these numerous dolls carry and place your body in a foreign room and table was a bit terrifying, even for another supernatural being like you.

"Ah, come on, pretty gal!" Angie seems to be the first one to notice your uneasiness. She pats your arm in a robotic motion. "My friends won't hurt ya!"

For a fairly scary looking doll, Angie strangely gives you a calming wave of relief. Perhaps her personality reminds you of a child so you cannot view her anything other than such. You turn your head to the best of your ability to look at the doll who continues to stare back at you. Normally, you would be scared to be this close to a talking doll but then again, you could see a childlike resemblance within her. You reach an arm out to pat Angie on the head and are surprised to feel that a warmth emits from her, almost like she was actually human herself. You offer a weak smile.

"Thanks for comforting me, Ang." the nickname slips out of your tongue before you can even catch yourself. You hope that you don't offend the doll but you rather do the complete opposite. Angie begins to shake and cover her face in what you think is embarrassment as she turns away from your hand to run over to Donna, who you forget to realize is there and was watching the whole exchange with her hands interlocked together.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Angie squeals excitedly, hitting Donna repeatedly on the leg as they look at each other even through the woman's black veil. "I like her! Can we keep her?!"

Donna looks briefly at you for a few moments before kneeling down to whisper something in the doll's ears. Angie breathes out in disappointment, slouching. Donna stands up and begins walking towards you to examine your body with the doll following right beside her. You expect the woman to finally talk to you so that you can discuss what exactly you need help with but Angie speaks for her instead.

"Alright, lovely!" Angie's energetic voice says as she makes her way around the table. "Don't you worry! You're in good hands, I promise!"

You hum in response with your eyes closed, drowning out the sounds of equipment being brought into the room. They're placed on a side table near Donna who proceeds to undo the makeshift bandage on your leg. The open wound is met with cold air which you find a bit relieving but it also stings from the slightest bit of friction against it.