MOTHER MIRANDApachislot BIOHAZARD Village, 2023

MOTHER MIRANDA pachislot BIOHAZARD village, 2023

Playing dangerous - Mother Miranda/reader

Warning for explicit content.

Chapter 5: Secrets

Summary:

Your nightmares finally come to life (or simply said - you get a lobotomy)

The ringing notes of death are alluring. 

At least that's how you perceive the pounding as if coming from the core of the earth. With each step the floor beneath your feet feels more and more unstable, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall several times. 

But that melody keeps on bewitching you, pulling you closer to itself, withdrawing you to it's cold embrace. The sounds are not beautiful, you can even describe them as terrifying - scratching, snorting, shouting, even soft crying. All this merges into a loud symphony, in an invisible thread pulling you through the rooms of the mansion. And you follow it blindly. 

Black darkness drips down on your shoulders, makes you bend your back forward, ruining your posture, your heart throbs rapidly, threatening to escape the prison of your weak ribcage , your lungs are full of that poisonous darkness- it makes you gasp for air. Your legs are barely able to keep moving you forward. Your body feels like a complete liquid as you continue to walk. 

You feel like nothing and everything at the same time. 

Nightmare or reality - this insane circle of inexplicable phenomena has finally managed to bite off a large piece of your psyche, and totally lock you in its prison.

Quiet, whispering voices convince you that even if you pray for salvation - the gods are deaf, unresponsive to prayers. You don't even try. There is something nice and familiar about the darkness, almost...soothing.

These thoughts are not yours.

You realize this only after you recognize the stairs to the basement, when you pass through the strangely unlocked and open door, when the smell of blood hits your nose, and you shiver, but not from fear. Excitement, but for what? What are the monsters louring you into this hell excited for? 

Suddenly the melody that was leading you into the cold basement until a moment ago dies away, leaving only a soft , low-pitched sobbing coming from somewhere behind the walls. It dances through your skin, caresses your bones, and plunges right into your heart, making you clutch your chest in sickening pain.

By listening more carefully, you discover that it is not only crying, but silent prayers, begging for redemption, for help, all together with other unrelated sentences. The voice is so close. Where? 

The basement is too dark to see show a clear answer, but after a few hasty turns you notice a faint light. It comes from under the door Miranda came out of when you made the mistake of coming here a few hours ago.

However your next move is an even worse mistake than that. 

The door quickly opens to reveal the chamber behind it. The room is neither too big nor small, despite the fact that there are enough lamps on the ceiling - only one shines with a weak light. Revealing almost nothing of the…

Laboratory, a real fancy one, the unused, old looking one in the previous room is nothing compared to this one - that must be her real laboratory. You've been in enough to recognize some of the equipment and devices. Miranda had mentioned that her job is connected to science , however...what exactly was she doing down here to defend it so blithely? 

You're quick to get your answer. 

Your eyes meet someone else's in one of the dark corners of the room. You look over there so quickly that you almost don't notice the metal cage standing still there, or the dark, hunched figure inside. 

A loud rumble echoes through the air as the person inside grips the metal bars of the cage tightly. It happens so fast that it makes you jump in fear. 

"Help me!" - the man from insane screams. He look... rather familiar, but the darkness of the room is taking advantage of the lack of light and it covers most of his features. 

You're too stunned to speak , as you continue to stare at the begging for help man , he manages to move even forward, pressing his face between the bars , making you notice the tear stains on his cheeks, the dark eyebags under his eyes , his slim face and dry lips. He looks like a fresh corpse. 

"You're not with her , are you?" - he asks , a little nervous, his widened eyes move around, observing everything they can reach - "You've got to help me , please" 

"How- Why are you here...?"- your finger lifts up to point at the cage , as you do that you also pay attention to his body and clothes - he's awfully skinny, what he wears stays like a bag on him - clearly much larger than his usual size , some of the fabrics are ripped, revealing purple-blue spots on the skin - a sign that he hasn't been moving a lot for a while. 

"It was that hideous woman!" - he trails his nails on the metal , almost making them bend backwards as he does - "she locked me here , she-" 

"Miranda?" - you cut him off , breathlessly. 

The man shivers upon hearing her name and that's when it hits you. A few weeks ago , when Miranda left for "work" and she returned late at night, accompany by a strange , awfully drunk man. That has to be him. 

"I've... forgotten her name , i can't remember much , i-" - he grabs his head , in attempt to bring back memories - "her face, I can't even picture it , yet...it terrifies me" 

You also think Miranda is scary and sometimes downright disturbing, but seeing the effect she has as just a faint memory in this man's head makes you feel completely vulnerable to her. The fact that you're in the same house as her right now is prompting you to run away. 

"She stays-" - the man coughs, clutching his throat , as he points somewhere behind you, his thin finger trembling - "she stays there, where I can't see her fully...she watches as i , as i... slowly die" 

"What?" - you ask , unable to decide if your tone is worried or frightened. 

"I'm not a good person, I'm not"- the man grabs his face , his fingers dip somewhere close below his eyes , making them pop out just the slightest - "I've ruined families, I've... made mothers cry , I've.. brought sadness to fathers... death to children, but i-" 

"What are you talking about?!" 

"But I- do not deserve such punishment, no" - he drags his fingers down his cheeks, leaving dark bloody marks behind -"yet she...she said she has no mercy, as she's no god" 

You can't decide if it's the man or Miranda who's absolutely insane. Maybe both , or maybe it's your mind playing tricks on you again. You take a step back , he doesn't move , you take another one back and he gives you a glare. 

"I'll call the police" - you inform him, searching for your phone inside your pockets - "I'll get help , i promise you" 

He clinges at the bars yet again, this time the man jumps so quickly it's almost animalistic. 

"Please, don't leave" - he pushes his arm through the little space of the bars and he starts to move it around rapidly, in a desperate attempt to reach you - "Save me! I beg you, please-" 

A loud cracking sound echoes through the room and immediately after it the man starts screaming. Your breath hitches when you see his arm bent to one side, completely broken. Surprisingly to you, he somehow manages to get it inside the cage, through much whining, but it looks like it's not the first bone he's broken.

"I'm dying, I'm dying.... I'll die tonight" - he whispers, as blood begins to drop from his eyes down his cheeks, making it's way to his slightly parted lips - taste of death , that blood is not his , this pain does not belong to him-"both of us will." 

His last sentence is lost in the chilly air as you've already ran away from that basement. 

***** 

The heavy drops of sudden rain outside echo like bullets through the quiet room of the sleeping girl. You pity her - young, innocent, unaware of her mother's cruelty. You almost feel bad as you awaken her. 

"Eveline?" -you gently shake her shoulder in an attempt to snap her out of her dreams. 

The girl's expression changes into a annoyed one as she purses her lips, but her eyes remain closed and she moves slightly to a side , her dark hair covers her visage as she does so.

"Eveline!" - you repeat, a little louder , yet your hope for her to wake up die as she murmurs something and turns completely around, fully ignoring you. 

You don't have time for that. You have to awaken Eva as well. You want nothing more but to escape, yet you fear the guilty feeling about leaving those kids behind will haunt you like the memory of this awful place. 

You shake her shoulder again and this time you get lucky - her eyes snap open and she sits up in her bed. 

"What..?"- she asks in a confused tone, her body language hinting she's not used to someone waking her up. 

"Get your things , we have to go" - you order her while taking a few steps back , your eyes shift to the corridor and you stare at Miranda's closed bedroom door. You're almost disappointed that you won't be here to see her getting arrested. 

"To where?" - Eveline questions with her head tilted, her small hands are rubbing her eyes as she tries to fully wake up. 

"Somewhere far away" - to be honest, you aren't sure as well , you thought of taking the kids to your old house , however it's condition is not the best , it might actually be necessary to stay in a hotel - "hurry, we have to get your sister as well"

"Why?" - your heart skips a beat when she suddenly appears right next to you, her footsteps completely silent - "Does mother know about any of this?" 

"Miranda, she-" - it's unbelievable how you still feel stiff by only speaking her name, as you look down at the curious little girl - you run short of words. How are you supposed to explain the situation to her exactly?-"your mother is not a good person, Eveline. And I'm taking you away from her" 

The girl stands motionless, eyes as if blind, while she blinks slowly, devoid of emotions. She doesn't react even when you put your hand on her shoulder. 

"No"- she whispers, as she finally moves , unfortunately for you closer to the exit of her room. 

"No?"- the suprise in your answer is way too loud to be missed. 

"Go back to your room" - she demands, her emerald eyes locking on you - "and don't even think of bothering Eva" 

"What are you talking about?" - you try your best not to shout at her -"I'm taking you both , to safe-"

"You have no right" 

"I have no-" - you cut yourself in disbelief, hands grabbing your forehead, then you turn to point at Miranda's bedroom from across the corridor -"your mother is a criminal, Eveline!" 

"She does what she can" - the dark haired girl strongly defends her mother and soon you find yourself arguing with a child , blinded by fake motherly love - "for the sake of both of us" 

"You haven't seen what i have , you haven't seen him, you haven't been-" 

"That man will be nothing but a useless corpse by tomorrow morning" - tone cold , voice fearless, eyes bold. Truly her mother's daughter. 

You freeze, she can't possibly know...Yes , Eveline is very mature for her age but this is- 

"You are..." - you start unsurely, your feet already guiding you out of this room, panic overtakes your breathing as you fear the door will close before you can even try to escape - "you are just as crazy as your mother is"  

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Miranda grumbles as she lazily gets up from under the warm and cozy covers of her bed. Even in the rare nights she manages to actually experience dreams someone still steals these moments away from her. 

The loud and quick knocking on her door would have driven her insane if she hadn't decided to get up and see who had robbed her of her precious sleep. 

She swears if it's you again...

The angry expression evaporates from her face the moment she opens the door and her icy eyes meet Eveline's. Her chest tightens as she notices the tears running down her daughter's cheeks.

The little girl timidly takes a step in and despite the urge to burry herself in her mother's embrace she hesitates and instead she drops her head down, sobbing. 

"Evie,sweetheart, what's wrong?" - Miranda runs her fingers through the girl's hair in an attempt to bring her comfort. Her touch is gentle, patient , almost loving. 

"She knows" - Eveline's lips tremble as the larmes continue to drip from her emerald colour eyes - "she saw and now... she's not as clueless as before"

"Has she bothered Eva?" - Miranda questions while wiping away wet tears with her thumbs. When the girl shakes her head for no , she urges a smile-"What did she tell you?" 

Eveline really tries but eventually fails not to get closer and hug her mother. Her faces presses to the blonde woman's stomach and she begins to sob again. 

"She called me crazy" 

"And you got offended?" - Miranda lifts an eyebrow. 

"No..." - Eveline bites her lip nervously, unsure how to explain what bothers her- "but she... compared me to you, she said I'm as crazy as you are." 

Miranda squats down to be at the eye level of the little girl. She caresses her hair , her forehead and cheeks, one of her thumbs stop at a tiny scar near her ear as she cups both sides of her face. 

"Do you think... I'm a good mother?" - Eveline gags , and the blonde woman retreats her hands. They stare at each other, both knowing the answer of this question. If it wasn't for Eva, Eveline wouldn't be here at all , perhaps she would be dead by now. 

Miranda can still taste the shock she experienced when her daughter started to talk about a sister she had , which Miranda never mentioned. 

"No , forget that" - Miranda's eyebrows furrow - "Do you think I'm a good person? At all?" 

Eveline looks cowardly at her mother as if the woman is ready to devour her. She tugs on her nightgown as her shaky voice rings softly through the room. 

She doesn't answer that question neither but her point is clear. 

"I still have nightmares about that place. And everytime you bring someone new into your laboratory I can't help but feel their pain , their sadness - they haunt me , they...bring back upsetting memories."

"My poor girl" - Miranda can't help but notice how much her daughter tries to compose herself , how strong she tries to make her words sound as she hold into her for ghostly support. 

Long ago she wouldn't be even bothered to lift a finger for that child but now she feels her chest fill up with guilt towards the girl in front of her. She hates to admit it but are correct - she doesn't exactly treat her right. 

"Sometimes...i still feel like you perceive me as a failed experiment" - Eveline shakes her head when the blonde woman tries to cut her after that sentence , which sends waves of pain directly into her heart-"...all i want is to have a family, with Mia i was almost certain i had it..but then you left us and i-...i know your daughter is very important to you but-" 

"You often forget you're also my daughter, don't you?" - Eveline tenses when her mother wraps her hands around her body , pulling her in a tigh hug, but eventually she relaxes and new set of tears builds up in her eyes - "not Mia's, not hers. Mine." 

"And you love me?" - the dark haired girl is not used to this proximity. It's always been Eva who runs to hug their mother , who sits next to her on the dinner table, who spends more time with her. It's weird for Eveline to feel this...loved. 

"Of course i do" - Miranda doesn't like to say these words out loud , it feels like jinxing the person she's talking to. 

She thought of the girl as a failed experiment for indeed a long time, however now she's seeing her in a new light. Not only as her daughter but a normal human , which they both know Eveline isn't. 

"I'm sorry, i-"- the little girl can't stop the approaching tears as they begin to roll down her cheeks again. 

"Don't cry , tears don't change anything, they just make you look weak. You're not weak , Evie" - Miranda kisses her forehead while her thumbs brush her puffed cheeks - "why don't you go back to sleep?" 

"She ran away" - it's on the tip of Miranda's tongue to ask who is she referring to , but then it hits her, she remembers you, and she groans annoyed-"through the forest". 

"I'll take care of her, don't worry"- she reassures before releasing Eveline from her tigh embrace. 

 The girl plays nervously with the edges of her blouse as she watches her mother head for the door. 

"Mother?" - she timidly asks , immediately forcing Miranda to turn around and pay her attention, her hand gripping the door handle. The woman has a curious look expressed on her face - "Please, don't harm her"

***** 

The faint light from the moon finds its way through the dense foliage of the forest, gently caressing the tree trunks before falling completely onto the green moss and grass on the ground.

The forest is calm and quiet, you have the feeling that you are the only creature lurking around. Or at least that's how you try to calm yourself down, so that you don't think too much about the idea that you're alone in several acres of forest or about the fact that you totally don't know where you're running to. 

The truth is that you are totally lost. The moment you managed to get out of the mansion, you looked at your car - then you decided that it would be too easy to run away with it, that it was clearly chaseable, and the road was too long. 

It's too risky to go with a car , not like running around the woods in the middle of the night is a better idea...but at least like this you have a better chance of hiding if someone from that crazy excuse of a family decides to follow you. 

Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it pulsating even in your brain. You're out of breath and barely dragging your feet on the rain-covered ground as you pray to meet someone, anyone. 

You feel like you've been running for hours. no one should be able to track you, you should be safe by now, you should- 

You freeze in one place the moment you see it. Your nightmares have nothing to do with it, and yet the sight gives you goosebumps. 

Deer carcass. Black, tarry blood flows from it's eyes, watering the soil beneath the half-eaten body. It's horns are broken, along with it's limbs, it's body is twisted into an unreal position. it's rotting mouth is open, revealing abnormally sharp-looking teeth. 

You have to swallow several times just to try to keep the dinner in your stomach. And the reason for that is not the decomposing corpse in front of you, but the fact that it looks exactly like the deer that you killed about three weeks ago. God, even the wounds on it's body are the same.

How- 

The deer's head moves. Barely at first, but after a few seconds it does it again, and then it's whole body follows this movement. It's terrifying, it sounds like bones breaking, skin tearing, blood pouring,all accompanied by the actions that are actually happening. The cadaver soon turns into a twitching bloody puppet. And then you hear a familiar chuckle that makes you want to get out of there immediately. 

How-? 

"You disappoint me, girl"- part of the deer's body is practically torn, and to your misfortune, from there comes one of your greatest fears. 

You don't realize when or how exactly Miranda materializes in front of you, when the deer's corpse remains only in your memories, when the woman succeeds in knocking you to the ground, leaning over you and placing the entire weight of her body on yours.

The shock of what is happening passes only when you start to black out and you realize that Miranda's hands are tightly squeezing the base of your throat, her thumbs are pressing right onto your pulse.

"Get off" - you cough , barely able to look at her glowing eyes as tears begin to occupy your vision, you drag your nails against her skin, she remains unbothered - "get off me.."

"Scared?" - she smiles , revealing a nice but sharp looking set of teeth, her grip loosens but her hands still remain wrapping around your throat as she leans closer -"don't be, I don't bite... unless I'm provoked." 

She squeeze again and you gag, your nails dig into her flesh so hard you can actually feel the gathered skin beneath them. 

"And you don't want to provoke me" 

Her warning is crystal clear. Yet you refuse to obey her. You're not sure exactly how you managed to lift your arm or how she allowed you to hit her. You wanted to slap her , not too firmly but enough to get her off yourself but you ended up hitting her hard enough to knock her head to a side. 

And then you see your chance for an escape. Her possessive holding of your neck disappears and you use that to help yourself push her back and stand up. Immediately after that you start running, the direction doesn't matter, you only want to get away from her. 

All the trees look identical, the ground below you is soft and slippery. The rain has stopped but the darkness around the woods still remains and you get scared with every shadow moving past you. Just as you are starting to calm down, you caught the shining from her eyes to your right. 

When you turn to look at it and make sure it's her, Miranda jumps at you from a totally different direction and her hard fist crashes against your nose. The cracking noise and sudden pain makes you scream with a screeching voice. She just broke your nose , she-

"Tell me , little deer" - she gets a hold of your hair and pulls it harshly back as she watches thick  blood pouring from your nose like a river - "would your father prefer it if i send your whole corpse to him?" 

She grabs your chin and lifts if up and you watch through your eyelashes while she carefully observes your broken nose. 

"Or... deliverer you piece by piece?" 

"You're insane!" - you scream at her , the pain from your broken nose pulsates in your skill as you talk , it takes you a lot of courage not not to whimper. Her response is a cold laugh. 

"That is the only insult you have for me , isn't it?" - two of her fingers lift up and she presses them to your forehead. Her nails feel awfully sharp and soon she breaks your skin barrier, adding more crimson blood to your face. 

"Stop it, stop" - you sob , mind becoming foggy and unfocused, it's like she's playing with your brain and judging by how her fingers continue to cut you - she might be doing exactly that...

"I've told you already, and I'll do it again - you don't try to run away from me , you simply can't" - your knees go weak, and she wraps a hand around your waist to keep you from falling down , your vision is so blurry you can't even recognise her anymore - "sleep now , little deer , sleep and forget"

You collapse in her embrace, obeying her words as the world goes black and you fall asleep at her command , this time you don't even have the strength to try and refuse her. 

One of Miranda's hands slips under your knees while the other is supporting your back as she gets ready to pick you up. She sighs angrily, realizing she is going to have to carry you like this all the way back to the mansion. 

She looks at your face, or rather your nose - she will need extra work to fix it, but she accepts this punishment of hers , understanding that she allowed anger to consume her. Which is her mistake only.

Then her head tilts slightly to one side and she blinks as one of her fingers lightly trails the curves of your jaw. She hums. 

You should count yourself lucky because Eveline has asked her mother not to hurt you,...a lot.., not that Miranda would do it - her ideology isn't fond of her killing, or rather sacrificing women , what is the men's job. 

She does not kill without reason, however. She chooses her victims carefully. She studies them, and she knows very well which men in the circle of her work are pathetic excuses for people - calling yourself a doctor and at the same time killing children for money is unacceptable for her.

Her gentle touch moves away from your jaw to your chin , then she brushes her fingertips against your slightly open lips - the soft feeling of them surprises her , almost making her want to know how they taste like , and after that she lifts them to caress your forehead and smooth your hair. It's rather weird how she didn't notice how...pleasant you look, especially when you're sleeping, till now. 

Miranda hates to bring harm to women , pretty ones on top of that. 

Lost in close observation of your face, she fails to sense an approaching car. She just turns her head angrily when the furious sirens of a police car pass somewhere near her on the road.

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How she failed to notice your beauty is incomprehensible to her. Maybe she was too busy getting mad at you every other second. Your looks are definitely coming with a sharp attitude, which she's not a fan of. 

"Ma'am?" - she remembers when you called her that , you were so nervous, so polite, so cute in her eyes. 

Miranda gently strokes your forearm , her fingertips going up and down as her nails ghost over your skin. Her hand is larger than yours, she resists the urge to lock your fingers with hers so she can measure exactly how much. 

"Ma'am?" - your voice , yes , she likes the sonority of it , it's usually calm yet at time harsh tone. It thrills her. Her staring is unbearable, you would probably be frightened if you were to wake up at exactly this moment. 

"Ma'am?" - that voice...is that yours. 

Miranda's touch leaves you as she stands up , your lifeless looking body now lying alone on a tiny blanket, carefully placed beneath you, in front of the creeping mansion, it's dark shadows hoovering over your face , with now completely healed nose , thanks to Miranda's special abilities.  

"Officer" - she fakes a large smile as she turns to face the policeman behind her , who's been calling out for her for what feels like hours - "I'd appreciate it if we talked somewhere more private" 

The man is young, thought he doesn't exactly look like a rookie his kind response reveals that he hasn't been working this job for a long time. Normally the cops Miranda messes with are rude and mean, which annoys her to an impossible level. 

"And I'd appreciate it if you give me a little more details of what is happening" - he talks rapidly, every word comes out perfectly calculated but the man can't help the trembling in his voice, he's nervous. Miranda knows this and she's thankful for the height difference between them , as the man is shorter, she can make herself more intimidating - "your friend over there called to report a kidnapping, and now she lays unconscious , ma'am i believe you have a lot to explain" 

"That woman is not in her right mind" - Miranda refuses to look at you, instead she puts her hand on the man's shoulder and slowly but surely makes him walk towards the mansion. 

"She framed you" - he whispers , as if bothered by an invisible presence. 

"I know" - the corner of her lips curls up , she sounds almost...proud. 

"And you don't care?" - the policeman slaps her hand away when she adds a little bit of pressure to his shoulder, and her smile disappears - "you should be at least worried, her information was well described and sounded trustworthy, on top of that it's not the first time someone calls the police on you, ma'am..."- at that Miranda raises a brow and the man clears his throat - "...So I've heard" 

"So you've heard?" - the mockery in her tone is enough to bring down the ego of a grown man , and this case she's very close to succeeding - "i thought officers have to make an inspection before they blame someone blindly. Besides, i don't think I'm the criminal you're perceiving me for" 

"Would you allow me to search your home then , ma'am?" - the man's arms are crossed in front of him chest in a demanding gesture. Miranda waves her hand to the front door. 

"Be my guest" - she watches with a smirk as the man's stiff body barely begins to move , he would say he's careful, Miranda knows better, he shudders when she calls out to him and the blonde woman almost laughs in his face - "oh and officer, please, my daughter is sleeping - do not disturb her" 

To his surprise, he agrees without arguing. 

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Minutes pass , Miranda grows bored with every moment. What is that man even searching for? He'll not find what he thinks he will, not at all. 

The woman doesn't even blink when the silent footsteps of a little girl slowly approach her. The only reaction she expresses is a yawn. 

"Is everything clean , mother?" - Eveline doesn't look anxious despite the unsureness in her voice. 

"You know i hate to leave a mess , sweetheart" - she smiles as she watches the last dark windows on the second floor light up, the man has finally reached your room. 

"What about her?" - Miranda is not sure if she likes the fact that her daughter is fond of one mere babysitter or hates it. 

"Her condition is... acceptable" - she finds joy in teasing the little girl because she knows she's easily frustrated, but before she can start arguing the blonde woman stops her by rolling her shoulders back and pointing her chin to the mansion. The light from your room is no longer there , and both of them can sense the man walking down the stairs. 

Eveline doesn't need to be told to return back from where she came. It's not her business to be here , at all. 

Upon seeing the familiar face poking from the doorframe, Miranda crosses her hands in front of her chest. A proud smirk on her face , expressing the little victory she has over the man. 

"Well?" - she asks , already knowing the answer.

"Nothing" - the policeman mutters under his breath. 

This time she actually laughs. 

"So I've heard" - he can't hide his anger as well as she can but he tries, though he fails miserably. Miranda finds it very amusing, she's in a good mood tonight, despite the awful events that keep on working against her. 

"I only managed to find these" - he holds out a familiar bottle of medicaments , then he points at your sleeping self - "if she's on drugs , I don't have another choice but to arrest her"

"She's not on drugs" - Miranda assures him, gently grabbing the bottle from his hands , and reading out loud the name of it , the man stares at her and slowly blinks - it's his first time hearing that type of medicine - "those are pills that help with...mentality. And trust me , hers is very low" 

"Yet you allow her to work for you?" - he questions. 

"We all work for money, she is not an exception" - Miranda turns to look at you, she wiped the blood of your face long before she met up with the police officer but she can still sense the sweet odor of it- "I pity her , no mother , sick father , poor as a church mouse..." - her gaze fixes on the man again and he can see shining in her blue eyes , it makes him straighten his back - "it's really enough to make you insane" 

Miranda is good at weaving truths and telling beautiful lies, the man immediately becomes attached to her, trusting her blindly, not suspecting that all the problems in your head started the moment you set foot in this mansion.

"In that case" - he starts, gathering his thoughts and deciding what exactly to do with you , he runs his hands through his hair and hums - "i shall take her back to the station and we will...ugh..call a in a mental hospital or-" 

"No , leave her" - Miranda commands harshly- "I'm a doctor myself, she can stay here to... recover. It will definitely take her a while." 

The man is happy to get this task off his shoulders , he waves at Miranda while slowly walking back to his car. 

"Alright then"-the policeman sighs-"she's all yours"

Just wanted to share my fanfiction on here too! Lots of spooky vibes and mysteries 🌜

She's such a bird ong

Hello fellow mother miranda lover!

First of, do you want nsfw stuff in asks or no?

Second, my personal hc is that she has a bunch of birdlike behaviors even when in human form, maybe you could write sth about that :)

for now, no I don’t write nsfw. let me practice writing 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 stuff, stay tuned! (also apologies for the late reply)

birdlike behaviours

• First and foremost, she would absolutely adore shiny things. From old keys to beads to jewelry, she’d be absolutely entranced by it all. Have you seen her nail rings and halo? (She’d definitely have an ever growing collection)

• Crows have a little strut and sass as they walk, and at the end of resident evil 8 (where Ethan is talking to her) she is strutting around so yeah. She walks like a bird

• NESTING! She would take a bunch of her clothes (and her S/O’s?) and would make a cozy and snug nest in bed. And lie face down.

• 100% of her brain power is devoted to bringing Eva back so when she’s not doing that she is scatterbrained (or birdbrained hehe) and has a really stupid expression on her face

• Miranda isn’t an expressionate person but her wings unquestionably give her away. Flapping of wings, puffing up her chest, standing straighter? She’s definitely trying to intimidate. Fluffing of her wings with a little smile? It’s either someone’s death or she’s happy!

might reblog with more ideas idk

Save crazy scientist Miranda save me

does this look ok guys😭😭

WHAT IF:

When you tell Miranda about the rumours in resident lover, instead of reacting the way she did , she just decides to risk it all by trapping you on her desk and kissing you like she's starving for you.

"This is not going to help the rumours at all"

"No. But it will help me"