53.
(cw implied ideation, not actually described)
“Doll, put that down.”
hesitation. the knife fits so snugly in its palm, balanced as if it were simply an extension of the Doll's arm. it looks down at its hand, then back up at the Witch.
“i said, put that down. now.”
but it just feels so right to hold it... the cold metal anchors the Doll's mind to this moment, as all the voices in its head quiet down. all but one. that one. oh.
“Doll, please...“
begging? that's... that's new. the Witch has never shown that kind of vulnerability before, they've never been anything but confident. wait, is the Witch...
“i'm sorry. this one is so, so sorry!” cries the Doll, blade clattering on the floor, as the Doll practically tackles the sobbing Witch in a desperate attempt to crush their heart into its body.
the two don't move for some time.