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"Woah, so you're donating all of this?" She looked at the three massive boxes full of dolls, plushies and stereotypically girly toys.
"M-hm."
"Those are literally top notch condition. You could be making, like, a lot of money."
"Yeah, but I just feel better donating them."
"You're an awful entrepreneur, Dee. And way too good to this world." Lavavava mindlessly rummaged one of the boxes, looking for nothing in particular when something else caught her attention. On the ground, by the largest box, was a big doll house.
"You're donating this too?" The girl asked, moving to examine the object. It was a miniature mansion, rustic style, very detailed. She opened the toy to find an equally elaborate, sickly rosy interior, complete with tiny furniture and cloth details. A lamp lightened up in her mind with an idea.
"I was planning to do so…" Spoke DeeDee, noticing her friend's interest "Unless you'd like to keep it?"
"Yes! Please!"
"Consider it yours then. Your very early birthday present."
The brunette grinned, eyes glistening with enthusiasm. "Great! Great, great, great. Thanks!"
Deedee grinned back. She didn't expect her friend to be that interested in dolls. Her friend really was full of surprises.
"Now, how do I get some spray paint..." Olga mused, as she had been banned from all art supplies stores in the city after The incident¹. "Meh, I'll deal with it."
----- one customized dollhouse later -----
"Who's my fancy little satan spawn? It's you! It's you, Nerooo²~" She cooed as, from a vast terrarium, a six inch tarantula crawled out of the now pitch black miniature mansion's door. The remaining space inside the terrarium was occupied with logs, pebbles, and some small plants. Some disfigured Barbie heads impaled by skewers, along with some scattered bones adorned the scenario. "You're going to grow strong and burn many cities, aren't you? Yes, you are!"
"You have truly outdone yourself, Olga. That might have been one of the creepiest things I've ever witnessed in my life." Commented Mandark, watching as the massive spider nibbled on a rat's skull. "Where do you even get those bones anyway?" He asked, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer.
"The crows. I feed them peanuts and they bring me bones and shiny things in exchange³."
"Oh." Mandark sighed in relief. It seemed his sister wasn't a complete psychopath at last. Just terribly edgy, perhaps.