Fear Itself (RP)

(IDEA!)

 

(Pm?)

 

(SÍ)

 

Marisol: You see Sam darling, you're my sister... >

 

-Jaws drops, breaking the stitching-

 

Marisol: Now now, I have to re-see your mouth...

 

-Mutters- Sorry sis...

 

Marisol: What color?

 

-Shrugs- I don't wanna be a doll

 

Marisol: Just pick a freaking color. Besides, you can do more as a doll.

 

Like what?

 

Marisol: *picks a random color and starts to sew* Well, you're not allergic to anything, you don't die as easily, you don't get broken bones...

 

-Shrugs- I like being human though!

 

Marisol: It wasn't my choice really...

 

What do you mean?

 

Marisol: I didn't chose to do this...

 

That makes no sense at all

 

Marisol: Mom is making me do this sugar.

 

I-I d-don't have a m-mom

 

Marisol: Yes you do. Our mom.