This choice: gives you another gift, a piece of her disassembled (and grounded) daughter! • Go Back...Chapter #5gives you another gift, a piece of her disassem... by: Unknown "I've actually brought two gifts for yah, and if'n I'm being entirely honest, I had myself an ulterior motive in stopping by with the latter gift." She said, turning and bending over to grab something blocked from your view by the doorframe.
"An ulterior motive?" You asked, beyond confused at Daisy's sudden swerve into cryptic nonsense.
"Yeah! Y'see, there's lots've studies that show askin' someone to do you a favor counterintuitively ingratiates the favor provider to the favor asker more than if y'do someone a favor. Somethin' about causin' a cognitive dissonance where the ego has to justify yer actions to avoid damaging yer perception of the self. Whereas havin' a favor done for you can cause a person to feel indebted which makes them stressed and resentful to the giver." She explained, instantly blowing your preconceptions of her as some simpleminded country bumpkin out of the water. "But, as a lady who likes to hedge her bets, I've both done you the favor of makin' cookies, and am askin' you to do me the favor of lookin' after some of Sarah's stuff while she's grounded."
"Uh... ok. I assume Sarah's your daughter? And won't that make her hate me?" You ask, suddenly feeling like Daisy was halfway through with testing you on something you'd forgotten to study.
"Oh, she hates everyone. Misanthrope to the core. You never had a shot of makin' it off her shit list. Er, pardon my French." She casually explained, coming back into view with her arms conspicuously around her back. "Sarah's my oldest. Well, biologically. Twenty years old and still acts ten." She said, still hunched over out of view. "She got caught with a fake ID last week, then threw a fit cuz we had the audacity to withhold her allowance until it paid off her fine. Said some stuff you should never say to yer worst enemy, much less yer mother, n' now..."
When Daisy came back into view, you nearly jumped through your roof. She was holding the gagged and severed head of a woman half her age and sharing half her facial features. She'd cut Sarah's head off!
Well, 'cut' may not have been entirely accurate. You imagine there'd be blood dripping from her neck stump if it had been cut. You also had to assume that if Sarah had been conventionally decapitated, she'd be dead. The daggers she glared into you and the muffled flapping of her sock-stuffed mouth made it immediately apparent that she was still very much alive. "What in the fuck?" You whispered, stepping closer to the pissed off head.
"Merci!" Daisy joked, then explained "Yeah, so Witchtown's gimmick is that a long ways back some witch cursed the place and now everyone n' their mother can take eachother apart. Literally! Ya can't leave like this, in fact once ya partake in the magic ya can't leave at all, but I'd say it's got enough perks to pay fer itself."
"Can't leave? Like, ever?" You said, nervously backing away from Sarah's magically separated head.
"Only if you get taken apart. Ya can come 'n go s'much as ya like if you never get something taken off, but once the magic's got ya, you can't cross the town border. Well, I mean, ya can, but the magic stops workin' outside the town, so you'll fall apart the not-magic way." She explained. "S'why we don't get many new folks. Bein' trapped somewhere ferever's a hard sell."
"I see... so, what exactly do you want me to do, again? With Sarah?" You ask, intrigue overriding nervousness.
"Well, me and the hubby decided that a week of groundin' was reasonable, and since we didn't want this little rebel breakin' out, we decided to break her up! She'll be in pieces until we reassemble her, and until then I was hopin' you could look after a particularly special piece of hers. Fer the next week, I'd like you to hold onto Sarah's..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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