Donna was groggy when she finally came to, her head hurt like a bitch and she clutched it in pain feeling like she’d just been hit in the face with a boxing glove.
“Fuck me,” she groaned while rubbing her eyes and wanting nothing more than to scream out in pain and terror.
It was then that she heard light footsteps, human footsteps. They were within her room, she paused for a second before remembering the incantation she’d read. She sat bolt upright and stared at her summoning circle, Ann the objects she’d put inside it were gone. An excitement built within her and she quickly looked left and right before noticing another figure in her room, a human being that hadn’t been there before and she was immediately hit with absolute anger and frustration.
“What the fuck! It didn’t work!” Donna shouted.
It had worked, sort of, she had definitely created a human being from a bunch of random objects, the only problem was they were all wrong. Instead of her expected goth guy with a nice dick and love for poetry she was faced with a very different human being.
First off they weren’t a he, they were a she. Vagina, breasts, womanly curves all sitting on her bed. Secondly she was blonde and her hair was all long and girly like she spent a lot of time brushing it and putting it into braids and curling it. Thirdly she was not brooding with deep thoughtful looks behind her eyes, she was instead grinning from ear to ear and swinging her legs back and forth with this look in her eyes that was filled with joy.
“Hi!” The girl greeted, not seeming to care she was completely naked. “Who are you?”
“Fucking spell, what did I do wrong?!” Donna demanded while grabbing her book and flipping back to the page.
“Hi fucking spell, what’s my name?”
“It doesn’t matter, just shut up, I’ll have you disassembled soon enough,” Donna muttered in response. “I must have cast an inverse spell, but how?”
“Do you have any food? I’m starving?”
“I said shut up!” Donna shouted angrily. She was annoyed. She hadn’t ever been that annoyed, she wanted to grab the nearest pillow and shriek into it but all her pillows were on her bed and that girl was in the way and she really didn’t want to be near her. Looking at her made Donna want to shriek in anger. “Okay, let’s just take you apart and try again.”
“Ooh, that sounds fun,” the girl exclaimed before jumping off the bed and plopping herself down next to Donna and gasping in joy. “Look at all those pretty diagrams! They’re kind of creepy but have their own flair.”
Donna growled and glared at the girl. She looked like, sounded like, and talked like everything she hated. A bubbly woman with way too much energy and an attitude so positive it made her want to hurl.
“Okay, enough of this,” Donna proclaimed before snatching her creation by the wrist and dragging her back into the circle. The girl tried to get up three times and Donna kept shoving her back on the ground in annoyance. She lit all the candles, found the reversal spell and began to chant. Her eyes rolled back, she rose into the air, the candles turned purple and she passed out again, landing on the ground with a thud.
When she came to again and opened her eyes she screamed in rage. Her creation was still there looking over her with a look of concern on her face.
“Are you okay?” She demanded before Donna slapped her hand away and sat up.
“I don’t get it, what did I do wrong, why can’t I get rid of you?” She demanded with a motion at the blonde who had sauntered over to her dresser and started to fish around in it for clothing.
“Mistakes, the things I do cannot be amended in any simple way, so I sit in my room brooding new ways to make things right. I fail time and time again,” her creation quoted while pulling a shirt from the drawers.
“That was a perfect Meredeath Springer quote,” Donna commented while blinking in confusion.
“Yeah it’s about how you’re gonna fail over and over again when trying to make things right and how you shouldn’t give up,” her creation explained.
“No, it’s about how trying to make things right is a path doomed to failure,” Donna argued.
“Yeah, so you need to move on,” her creation argued and that made Donna nearly explode in fury. Not only was her creation all wrong but it had absorbed the work of her favourite poet wrong too, interpreting all the verses as upbeat and optimistic. That made her furious.
“That’s it! Get lost!” Donna ordered with a point at the door.
“You want to go out?!” Her creation gasped in excitement.
“I want to lay in my bed and pretend you don’t exist!” Donna shouted in response but her creation was bouncing up and down in joy and began digging around in Donna’s drawers, pulling on an ill fitted pair of panties, a bra that was too small, a long sleeved black shirt, and a pair of her jeans that were obviously too baggy. She struggled with socks before grabbing Donna’s wrist and dragging her out of her bedroom.
“Where should we go? The mall? The beach? The bus stop?”
“Stop! I’m not going anywhere!” Donna shouted in response.
“Oh! I know, you’ll love...”