The pink-coated room was abnormally quiet. Nerissa could be seen casually scrawling across a picture with her favorite magenta crayon. She paid little attention to keeping it inside the lines instead she simply scribbled across the thin tan paper with hard strokes. Occasionally the stout girl would wiggle her chubby hands into a red, plastic bag and pull out a few pieces of round candy. The candy sat in between her fingers for just a moment before she shoved it deeply down her throat. The sound of teeth crunching and gulping were the only things that disrupted the silence until a shy thud broke ground behind the girl. Like a vulture to prey Nerissa turned her head, and her eyes keenly set onto a remarkably small plastic pony.
Nerissa’s eyes grew large and round as she stared at the new toy, and before excitement could burst through her loins she hopped off her lace covered stool and scrambled over to the toy. Speck managed to escape the toybox with little trouble. She paid no mind to the candy covered Barbie dolls as soon as she slipped through the lids crack. The toybox had a latch attached to the center of it, and when Speck pulled her body fully free she accidentally caught her hoof in the lower part of the latch. While she attempted to break free her body flung itself forward and she fell to the hardwood floor. Normally the impact of the fall would take Speck’s breath away, but instead of the usual broken bones and blood her plastic body simply bounced.
Nerissa spotted the pony bounce, and she thought that she saw the pony shift its head as well. This “imagined” movement only furthered Nerissa excitement as she latched her fat filled fingers around the pony’s waist. ”EEEEEEEEE”, she screeched while she pumped her arms. Speck’s hair flung around wildly with each forceful movement. The tiny filly tried her best to break free of her captor’s grasp, but she failed miserably. Speck’s muscles did not listen to her mind. They had betrayed her.
The plump girl waddled back to her coloring spot with the pony in her hand. She plopped Speck down on the table and proceeded to move her around as if she was running across the magenta-colored ground. ”Dum. Dum. Dum. Horsey run, run, run”, Nerissa giggled. ”Now horsey, I name you Pinky.”, She spoke directly into Speck’s face. Speck found the new name to be quite odd. She figured that the large, brutish monster was not that intelligent even though it had already claimed control over her body. ”Hmm….”, Nerissa moaned while she twisted the pony’s body around so she could get a better idea of it’s color. ”You ugly, we fix you, Pinky”, She spoke more cheerfully this time and even lifted her tone at the very end of the sentence so that it squeaked.
”Pinky, stay!”, The girl demanded. She laid Speck onto her side and scuttled out of the room without another word. Speck felt her entire body relax as the spell wore off.
”Witch!” She yelled toward the door that the little girl had just run out of. Speck thought she had won the game when she escaped the toybox, but clearly there was another boss battle to be had. She needed to break free from the thick waisted witch. Speck began to assess the bedroom. She noted the toys that were thrown around the room. Several had missing pieces or busted seams. Others had candy stuck to their fur or hair just like the Barbie dolls. It was truly a horrendous place.
Nerissa skipped back into the room before her pony could even step from its spot. In one hand she carried an assortment of markers, and in another she carried a mangled doll that shared similar yet skinnier characteristics to the girl. ”Okay Pinky, Kristin and I will fix you right up.” Nerissa placed one of the permanent pink markers into the dolls hands. She maneuvered the doll so that it sat in front of Speck and with her own motions Nerissa manipulated the dolls hand and marker to stroke Speck’s orange body. The streaks of pink were scattered across the pony’s belly. Once Speck’s two sides were sufficiently covered in marker Nerissa took her full body in her hand and colored the edges of her cheek and nose. ”Much better, Pinky, you are beautiful!”, The girl tossed the pony up in the air and caught it in her now smudged, pink hands. She kissed Speck right on her lips. The thick saliva covered Speck’s tiny face, and a string of it remained drooping down her cheek as the girl retreated backwards and placed Speck on the table.
A blissful aroma overtook the room. The young girl had been focusing on her pink creation when the smell of cookies came with a gust of conditioned air through the vent. Speck barely detected the smell with the scent of permanent marker still hanging heavily on her nostrils. Nerissa leapt forward and snatched her new prized pony before she exited the room.
The journey to the kitchen was a bumpy one. Nerissa would skip and toss Speck into the air and then proceed to barely catch her on the way down. Speck felt as if she was growing sick with the rapid movements. She was sure that if her belly were not full of air she would have expelled her previous days meal within seconds.
”Don’t touch that!” Nerissa’s mom yelled when the little girl reached the kitchen. She hung onto her pony with one hand and with the other attempted to grab a piece of gently rolled cookie doe.
”BUT MOMMMMMMMMMMMM. IM HUNGRY!!!” The little girl wailed. She stomped her feet on the tiled floor which caused a loud thump thump to echo throughout the room.
”Nerissa, you know you have to wait. Now don’t touch anything I have to run to the bathroom…” ,the mother warned her child and watched her with a keen eye as she scuttled backward toward the bathroom.
As soon as Nerissa’s mother was out of site the plump girl shoved a raw clump of cookie doe into her mouth. She gnawed on the fatty goodness before swallowing with one large gulp. Nerissa then set her eyes on the oven. She walked over to the door and stared bright eyed at the cookies baking within. They looked fairly done. Nerissa reached upward and flung the oven door down. She reached her free hand into the oven and grabbed a single cookie. It was small. Nerissa frowned at the size of the dessert and then looked at her other hand that was holding tightly onto Speck. She twisted her lips for a moment before she placed Speck down on the cookie sheet and grabbed another cookie with her now second free hand.
”Nerissa get out of there!” Her mother had returned from the bathroom quicker than expected. Nerissa backed away from the oven and shoved the two cookies in her mouth before she ran to her room in order to avoid a scolding. Nerissa’s mother shook her head and smiled to herself before she bent down and without looking closed the oven door.
The heat became unbearable instantaneously. Speck could now move, but her plastic body began to melt onto the cookie sheet. Her hair singed, and she could feel every bit of her give into the fire. It was a level of excruciating pain that Speck could never have dreamed of. She felt a scream burst from her squeaky lungs before all fell silent and dark.
The melting plastic smell came quick, and the fire came quicker. Nerissa’s mom barely noted the change in scent before flames erupted from the oven. Panic clearly overtook her as she scrambled to the cabinet under the sink. Her hands pulled out a shiny red canister. She fiddled with the knobs before a thick, white cloud of mist poured over the now ruined oven. Nerissa clambered back out of her room. ”NOOOO PINKY!!”, She yelled upon seeing the billowing smoke pour over the kitchen.
”Pinky?” her mother responded.
”Yes, PINKY! She is in the oven. I forgot.” Nerissa’s lower lip pushed forward. Her mother placed one of her hands on top of her head and then she opened the oven door to an even thicker stream of smoke. She wafted her hand through the smoke before she placed an oven mit on and pulled out the cookie sheet. Melted to the bottom of she sheet was a charcoal, pink, orange colored pool of plastic.
”Well it looks like Pinky isn’t here anymore. Maybe she’ll turn up tomorrow. If not by then I will help you look for her.” Her mother reassured her daughter while she placed the cookie sheet down and stepped in front of it. Nerissa hesitantly nodded, and with a heavy frown shuffled out of the kitchen.
”My my…” Mother mumbled. She took the cookie sheet in hand and walked over to the trash can. ”I do hope the toy store still has that toy she wanted…” She said as she scrapped off Speck’s remnants and poured them into the trashcan along with charred chocolate chip cookies.
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