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«Well, now, school is starting in a week, so we need to find a place to live. What about this house? I stopped by yesterday, it seems really nice»
Mama wanted
them to move into a real house - not like the Doll House they were born
into,
no -no!
Like, a real house! Maybe a big
one,
too!
They stepped in, cheering and clapping happily.
Delightful!
The couch
was large and comfortable - they really needed a couch where they would
all
fit.
And look at that huge, shiny TV!
They were so excited! So happy! Their new home was spacious and airy, with lots of places to play!
«I guess it's okay, isn't it? Let's see the bedrooms upstairs»
They ran and bounced joyfully, dragging their Mother upstairs to see the bedrooms.
«So, that's the main room, it'll work just fine for me» mumbled Homura, observing the room - it seemed airy and simple, just the way she liked it.
Mie pulled
Homura's sleeve, guiding her back to the hallway.
«Mh? You want to see another bedroom?»
Mie nodded enthusiastically, bringing her along with Manuke and Ibari.
Homura
opened the second bedroom's door, revealing a white-painted room.
It was huge, she noticed - and they
quite needed space - yet cozy, with its parquet
floor and the large windows.
«Look at this! It's perfect!» Homura clapped her hands, delighted «Fifteen beds will easily fit!»
And then, the Clara Dolls started a loud, horrifying temper tantrum - they screamed and kicked, crying their discontent.
Outrageous!
Only one bedroom to share? No, no that was unacceptable, absolutely unforgivable!
«What the hell, kids, try and behave - we're not at home and I'm not going to repay any damage you'll do, okay?»
"Fort! Da! Fort! Da!" they shouted louder and louder, making a mess of the furniture and throwing tomatoes everywhere.
«Oh, for the love of- alright, even if I wanted to buy a house with fifteen bedrooms, where on Earth am I supposed to find it? That's madness, you'll just have to share one room!»
Ibari and Manuke grabbed her sleeve again, pointing at something outside the window and… Homura couldn’t believe it.
There was a freaking estate just in front of them. And they knew it.
And she didn’t.
She was the Devil who rewrote everything in the Universe.
And she didn’t know it.
Like, how.
(She was already sensing a terrible headache)
«You… you want me to buy that estate» that wasn't even a question, not really - she knew the answer already. And she didn't like it at all.
The familiars cheered, pleased with her suggestion.
«Yeah, as
if! Are you going to clean that?
Because I'm definitely NOT going to
do all the cleaning, girls»
They stared blankly at her, shaking their head at the same time.
«So you
seriously think I should clean it all by myself? Like, seriously?»
They stared at her with the same blank gaze, this time nodding
vigorously.
Homura
sighed.
«You can't be serious»
Chaos broke again: half of her childish familiar wept desperately, the other half thrown a tantrum again.
As their cries became more and more deafening, Homura tried to think of a solution.
Maybe I could use the Incubators as maids and make them clean the house?
… wait .
She froze suddenly, horrified with her own thoughts.
«What the
hell have I just imagined? Seriously?»
She looked at the Clara Dolls in a mix of disgust and disbelief.
«I'm going insane, that's it. You
are
driving me crazy»
They were
still looking at her, however, eyes wide with anticipation and a
frozen,
expectant smile on their faces.
«Absolutely no» deadpanned Homura.
They cried again.
Breakfast time. Homura was ready to eat, when suddenly her breakfast found its way to her face. Somehow.
«…I’m not going to buy the damn thing.»
She was going at school as usual - or, well, almost as any given day.
The dolls
were all around her, still crying.
Homura felt the annoyance creeping in her determination.
«You need to cut it out. I'm serious»
She was in classroom. And the Clara Dolls were with her. And they were still crying.
Paying attention to the lesson was getting quite hard.
Lunch time on the roof. Alone… with Madoka…
and they were there.
«Stop following me everywhere!»
«Who are you talking to, Homura-chan?»
«No one! Absolutely no one.»
She was in the shower, ready to wash her majestic hair, when she felt weird.
The water was strange.
…wait. That wasn’t water at all. Those were tears.
«No way! GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY!»
«You really
need to stop! It's been days!»
hissed
the Demon, exhausted.
"Gott ist tot!" wailed the
Dolls, sobbing hysterically.
As their cries became more and more deafening, Homura finally gave up.
«ALRIGHT! Fine, I got it! I'll just buy the goddamn estate!»
The house was filled with happy chatters and bight laughers - oh, they were so, so happy!
And it was such a mess. And they had bought it less than a day before.
«I knew that was a bad idea.» sighed the Demon.
Once again, Homura had been defeated by her cheerful familiars.