Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2019 9:07:38 GMT -8
A lantern sits in the middle of the attic of the Poe residence, showering the room with an eerie light. Seated in a rocking chair, Dona Rotten slowly rocks to and fro, her eyes fixated on a bed beside her.
Dona: Our little survivor girl, Britney Anders. Oh how time changes things. It seemed like yesterday, you were laying right here. Scared, alone, but alive.
Turning her face towards the light, Dona smiles, almost as if reliving one of her happiest moments. With a sharp exhale, Dona pulls the lantern from the floor, and places it on a table next to the bed. Having a better view, one of Britney's seven hundred dollar dolls can be seen occupying the bed.
Dona: It's almost like you never left. But, we both know you survived, Britney. You WALKED AWAY! Heh, we treated you like family, and you just...what, went back to The A-list? How they doin, oh, right. I forgot, we made them go away. Not you though, you survived.
The rocking of the chair comes to a stop, and Dona leans forward, flames dance in her eyes, and she appears lost in thought.
Dona: Which brings us to now, on one hand I have this...unnatural desire to break you, just like Eddy broke that doll. But, on the other, what is a slasher without a survivor? It's a vicious cycle, without one the other serves no purpose. I'm torn here, do I give in, do what comes natural? Or, do I let you survive, to appear in yet another sequel?
Muttering incoherently to herself, Dona grips at her hair and begins to softly pull. Her mind racing, so many questions left unanswered, the possibilities and probabilities blending into a volatile combination.
Dona: I do want that CW Heritage Championship, I won't lie. Breaking you sounds extremely pleasing, but I need my survivor girl. Suare, there'll be others, even better ones. You, though, you were the first. I'm just not sure I'm ready to let you go.
Dona snaps up out of the chair, screaming loudly at the walls, yelling at the top of her lungs. She's ready to get back into the heat of things, when a tiny head pokes through the attic floor. Nami looks around, wanting to know what all the noise was about.
Nami: Are you ok mommy, I heard yelling?
Dona: Hey, yeah, kiddo, I'm just fine. Just recording a message for Aunt Britney. Mommy just got a little bit excited, is all.
Upon hearing the name Aunt Britney, Nami's eyes light up with pure joy, and she becomes visibly excited.
Nami: Hey, mommy, is Aunt Britney coming back to play with us? I really miss her, she was fun.
Dona: No, I'm afraid not, Nami. Don't worry though, I'm going to be seeing her really soon, and I'll make sure to tell her you said hello. Now, be a good girl, and let mommy finish, ok?
Nodding, Nami exits view, leaving Dona back to where she started. She had completely forgotten what her point was to be, and simply shrugs with a grin at the camera.
Dona: Look, I could go back and forth about this all day. Will I, won't I, can I, should I? None of that matters, come match time, that's going to be yet another doll claimed by The Army of Darkness. Say your prayers, lock your door, DIE...with dignity. Or just die...I don't give a fuck.
With that, Dona turns to the doll, and begins thrashing it about the room, shattering it into pieces, as the scene fades to black.
Dona: Our little survivor girl, Britney Anders. Oh how time changes things. It seemed like yesterday, you were laying right here. Scared, alone, but alive.
Turning her face towards the light, Dona smiles, almost as if reliving one of her happiest moments. With a sharp exhale, Dona pulls the lantern from the floor, and places it on a table next to the bed. Having a better view, one of Britney's seven hundred dollar dolls can be seen occupying the bed.
Dona: It's almost like you never left. But, we both know you survived, Britney. You WALKED AWAY! Heh, we treated you like family, and you just...what, went back to The A-list? How they doin, oh, right. I forgot, we made them go away. Not you though, you survived.
The rocking of the chair comes to a stop, and Dona leans forward, flames dance in her eyes, and she appears lost in thought.
Dona: Which brings us to now, on one hand I have this...unnatural desire to break you, just like Eddy broke that doll. But, on the other, what is a slasher without a survivor? It's a vicious cycle, without one the other serves no purpose. I'm torn here, do I give in, do what comes natural? Or, do I let you survive, to appear in yet another sequel?
Muttering incoherently to herself, Dona grips at her hair and begins to softly pull. Her mind racing, so many questions left unanswered, the possibilities and probabilities blending into a volatile combination.
Dona: I do want that CW Heritage Championship, I won't lie. Breaking you sounds extremely pleasing, but I need my survivor girl. Suare, there'll be others, even better ones. You, though, you were the first. I'm just not sure I'm ready to let you go.
Dona snaps up out of the chair, screaming loudly at the walls, yelling at the top of her lungs. She's ready to get back into the heat of things, when a tiny head pokes through the attic floor. Nami looks around, wanting to know what all the noise was about.
Nami: Are you ok mommy, I heard yelling?
Dona: Hey, yeah, kiddo, I'm just fine. Just recording a message for Aunt Britney. Mommy just got a little bit excited, is all.
Upon hearing the name Aunt Britney, Nami's eyes light up with pure joy, and she becomes visibly excited.
Nami: Hey, mommy, is Aunt Britney coming back to play with us? I really miss her, she was fun.
Dona: No, I'm afraid not, Nami. Don't worry though, I'm going to be seeing her really soon, and I'll make sure to tell her you said hello. Now, be a good girl, and let mommy finish, ok?
Nodding, Nami exits view, leaving Dona back to where she started. She had completely forgotten what her point was to be, and simply shrugs with a grin at the camera.
Dona: Look, I could go back and forth about this all day. Will I, won't I, can I, should I? None of that matters, come match time, that's going to be yet another doll claimed by The Army of Darkness. Say your prayers, lock your door, DIE...with dignity. Or just die...I don't give a fuck.
With that, Dona turns to the doll, and begins thrashing it about the room, shattering it into pieces, as the scene fades to black.
