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Semi-Open RP: Molly finds STFU

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Molly, having eaten some of the Easter Bunny's chocolate and made full use of her newly-regained childhood, was hunting for something familiar. She had only been to the STFU suite once, but she felt like hunting Nny down now--hey, he'd actually be taller than her now! And he had all kinds of swords and knives and sharp pointy things that somehow seemed even cooler now that she was small again.

She giggled, running through the hallways and dodging anything and anyone who might be in her way. She didn't know just what had caused this change, and she didn't know how long it would last, but God she hoped it might be forever.

Molly knocked on the door--even as an eight-year-old, she knew better than to idly stick her head through a door anywhere near Nny's dwelling--and stood on her bare tiptoes, balancing like the world's smallest, grubbiest gymnast.

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Molly's child-voice sunk in a bit, enough to shake Nny's sudden depressive fit a little.

She's just a kid right now.

"Bacon, yeah." Nny laughed a little weakly. "Are you a Devinesian devil now?"

Molly looked at the still-scuffling herd of devils, then back at Nny. "Something like that," she said, grinning. All of a sudden she was getting terribly sleepy, but there was bacon to be had. She yawned, and poked at a random devil, who turned long enough to lick her hand and then went back to fighting over the remains of the bacon.

"A tired devil now, I guess. It's a good thing we have so many cushions."

Even if most of them were distinctly gnawed-looking by now.

"I have beanbag chairs in my room," she said, recalling a detail of adult life. "They're nice and squashy, but I bet if one of these guys chewed on one, I'd wind up with beans all over the place." Molly found a likely-looking cushion and curled up. She didn't know why she was so tired all of a sudden--maybe the chocolate was wearing off.

It didn't occur to her that, for her at least, that was going to be a bad thing.

"Are they filled with real beans? You could make enchiladas."

Molly grinned. "Enchilada bean bags. That sounds kind of icky." She was fast asleep before she could say any more, curled up like a cat with several devils at her feet.

She didn't know how long she was out, but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes or so. Waking thought came back slowly, as she swam up through the haze of unnatural sleep. The first thing she registered was that the cushion was suddenly too small, then that her formerly-massive clothes actually fit again, and third that her face was full of wild grey-blonde hair.

Most people, when they first wake up, have a few moments of fuzzy confusion, wherein it can be difficult to tell dream from reality. Molly didn't have that--her adult senses were so different than those she'd had as a child that the change was instantly noticable, and she couldn't pretend even for a second she was still asleep.

Oh no. No, no, no... The half-formed ache she'd kept at bay while small smashed through now, hitting her like a barbed brick, and with it--

"Goddamn chocolates. Don't ever eat one of those again, man."

Molly shut her eyes again, pressing her hands over her ears though she knew damn well it would do no good. Fuck, no, this isn't fair...you were gone, you little bastard, you were actually gone...

"That was weird to see," Nny remarked. "You changing like that. Sort of like one of those time-lapse films, only not as hetic-jerky."

Molly sat up, and tried to smile. It didn't work.

"What, you thought it would last? You thought I'd go away for good? Dammit, Molly, I'm hurt. What about ME?"

Oh, this wasn't fair... To be given that, and have it taken away...it was worse than never having it at all.

Molly didn't cry often. Mostly, when the Narrator showed up, she just got pissed, and would bitch him out (or scream at him) until he eventually gave up in disgust. She only cried when she was really, really messed up, but now...

"Oh God, it's gone. It's gone, it's not fair...."

Nny watched her thoughtfully, tilting his head. "What's gone? Being a kid?" He nodded without waiting for a reply. "That never lasts. It never lasts. And it hurts going away."

"Oh, God, it--he was gone, while I was a kid...I'd forgotten what it was like, to be alone in my own head, and then I was, and it was fucking heaven, and how he's back and I don't--I don't know how to make him go away again."

She shook her head, hard, as though by doing so she could dislodge the Narrator like a mosquitoe.

"Gone..." Nny's voice cracked on the word. "So it made him leave? Being small? We could get you more... of course, you'd stay a kid then..." His forehead wrinkled in concentration.

Molly nodded. "I didn't hear him, when I was a kid...I mean, really a kid, and when I was little again he just...went away." Her hands clenched in her hair. "I had...I'd forgotten what it was like, and then he was gone, and now he's back and it...hurts."

"We could, you know. Get enough chocolates. Keep you a kid, if that's what you want."

Molly thought about that, insomuch as she was capable of thinking through the Narrator's sudden babble. Did she want to be a child again, forever? Part of her--a very, very large part--said hell, yes. The Narrator would be gone, and she'd have everything, every sense and thought and sheer happiness she'd had this last day....

...but on the other hand--actually, it was kind of hard to think of an 'on the other hand'. On the other hand, being an adult wasn't bad, aside from the Narrator. What if--what if she could duplicate just part of the chocolate, the part that regressed her senses?

"I don't know," she said at last, slowly. "I mean...I'd give almost anything to get rid of him...but if I was a kid, I could hardly be your quasi-mom. That would be weird even for this place." She actually managed a weak laugh.

"But..." A slow blink. "Having your head to yourself. Isn't that more important? I want you to be grown for the wedding, though. To do the ceremony."

"It...it...." Molly couldn't begin to know how to articulate it. "I mean--I couldn't be a kid forever. Sooner or later I'd...I'd have to go back, if I ever leave Hogwarts, and if I--you know, if I'd been a kid for so long, and then had to come back to this...." It would snap her mind like a twig. "And...well, shit, you're not my kid but you kind of are, and if I was a kid you couldn't be, and...fuck, I'm not making any sense."

"It wasn't any better for me, when I was a kid. But it is for you. If you wanted to be a kid, I'd look out for you instead."

Molly looked at him, and now she did manage a smile, albeit a small one. "You know, all my life, almost nobody's looked out for me," she said, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "I...if I can't figure out how to make just part of the chocolate work, I might, but...hardly anybody's looked out for me, but on the other hand I've never really had anyone to look out for, either. And I think you kinda need it more than I do, because...because...well, because I've been crazy longer, I guess. I'd--I mean, I'd say it was kind of a mom thing, but it'd be in a 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' kind of way."

"In a crazy-mom sort of way, you think?" Nny laughed. "I don't think a sane one would work out for me. But if you have a way to get... get that thing out of your head... you should, should at least try..."

"I know. Now that I know--now that I know something can do it--I'll try. I didn't think there was anything I could do, before...."

"Molly, wait! Come on, you like me, don't you?" the Narrator was almost pleading, scarily enough.

"No," Molly said. "I don't. I never have. And I'm going to make you go away." She shook her head again, fingers pressed against her temples. "I've still got some chocolate left...I bet I know someone who can figure out why it did what it did."

Nny swallowed hard, and grasped the talisman around his neck. It was a while before he spoke.

"You need to do it," he said quietly. "If there's a way to get that fucking parasite out of your head, you need to do it. Make your brain yours again."

Molly looked at the talisman, and at him--she remembered he'd said something about Dib making him one, whoever Dib was. "I want it mine again," she said quietly. "I'd gotten so used to the idea that I couldn't ever get rid of him, but...I forgot what it was like without him, and now I know again, and God do I want it back." Nny had told her a little about his own invading forces, but she had a feeling she didn't know the half of it.

"Then you should do it. Do it, even if it'll make you a kid forever."

Would she be willing to be a child again, forever? It was probably a mark of just how horribly the Narrator had been affecting her, but she'd do it. If it was her only choice, she'd do it, even if it meant having to eat enchanted chocolate every day for the rest of her life.

She took the squashy remains of the foil-wrapped egg from her pocket. "It's funny," she said, apropos of nothing, "I always thought chocolate was the answer to most of life's problems. It's a little weird to be proven right."

"It is funny," he remarked. "I'd have put my faith in Pez."

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