Semi-Open RP: Molly finds STFU

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((Open to all STFU-istas))



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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"Hi Nny!" Molly gave him a grin. "Nny, there was this chocolate, and it did this--" she pointed to her head "--and you will not believe how amazing it is. I mean, everything is...it's so..."

Beautiful was what she was going for, but she had no real words to articulate just what was going on in her momentarily clear head. "I like it," she said at last. "A lot. C'n I come in?" Once again, she knew better than to just hop into an area that might, for all she knew, be crisscrossed with booby-traps.

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The voice made it easier.

Molly.

Strange, how... how new she looked. More than young, she looked new.

"Come in, yeah. Sure."

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"Wow, this place seems a lot bigger--hey!" She found herself suddenly surrounded by a small, barking sea of Devinisian devils. "Hi guys--no, hey, that's my arm--you are all a lot bigger, too."

Somehow moving through the noisy surge of fur, Molly clambered onto a fat cushion-chair, her bare feet sticking off the edge as the devils fought to sit on her lap. They jumped so much that they knocked her back onto the floor, and with a shrieking laugh she grabbed two and started wrestling with them. "Hey, I'm not a chair! You can only fit one at a time, you know."

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He laughed raucously at the sight; child-Molly tangled pretty easily with the devils, seemingly unspooked by the unearthly yips and growls.

"They're acting almost like you're one of them." Well, fair enough. He got the container of bacon, tossed strips to the devils, and offered one to Molly as well.

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"Ooo, thanks." Molly took it and bit one end off, holding the rest out to tease the devils. One of them jumped, another tried to climb her leg, and a third sat and stared like a begging kitten.

Finally she admitted defeat, sitting down in a giant pile of bacon-scarfing devils, giggling as they climbed up over her shoulders. She was so oddly, wonderfully, almost ubelievably happy, and she couldn't even begin to know why.

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"Was that on purpose? Getting... getting young like that?"

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Molly shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "I ate something in the Great Hall...there was another little girl named Gogo there, too." One of the devils tried to snatch what little bacon she had left out of her hand, and she poked at it.

"Mine. Get your own."

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Nny dropped to the floor next to her, legs bent, knees pressed to his narrow chest.

"Gogo's doing the kid thing again? I remember she did that once before." And there was the time she turned herself into a guy, and... But he wasn't going to dwell on that train of thought. "I did once, too, because she asked me to."

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Molly looked at him curiously. "What was it like for you, being a child?" She was pretty sure Nny couldn't remember his past...how could he be a kid again, when he didn't remember being a kid in the first place?

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He went from cautious curiousity to flinching, twitching distress in the blink of an eye. "It was... it was so confusing and... and Devi was, she went, she was gone and Teatime didn't care and I didn't... didn't know what..." Nny trailed off, curling in on himself.

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Molly looked up at him. She recognized that kind of distress, though she wasn't sure from where....

Passing the rest of the bacon to the devils, she disentangled herself from the heap, tripped over her too-long pants, and hugged him. "I'm sorry," she said, both that it had happened and that she had asked.

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The unexpected touch made him jump, and he stared at her.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? You're not... one of them. Any of them."

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"I'm sorry it sucked, when you were a child," she said, with the seriousness only a child can muster. "But it's done now, you know? You've got Devi, don't you? And me, when I'm not little. And Squee, and Gogo, and...and I don't know who else, but you know what I mean. I don't know about everybody else, but I'm not going anywhere." She paused. "Well, except maybe to get more bacon."

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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?"

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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

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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...

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"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."

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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...."

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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."