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Going along with this prompt, I had been reminded of my 150+ year sequel to Danny Phantom and had decided to write about it. I had no idea what character to write about it, but I actually have 5 characters I never revealed. I will write in one of their perspectives. A hint is that Madelina is rumored to have a sister.
This will get a little sad as Ao3 was down and I am spiraling. This character is actually an OC I have where she is my daughter and gets to grow up in a loving household. Not anymore I guess. The character is around 7 years old.
For years now, Mom has been mean. She makes weird rules and doesn’t give me the same presents as the other moms.
She gives me dead birds that she stitched up herself. Mom was never good with a needle until now. I think Mom became a super doctor or something. She always heals fast too.
Big Brother is not here for Mother’s Day even though he always gives her a gift. He always gave her the biggest hugs and even let me sign the card. Where is he now?
Big Sister is never home anymore either. I hope she doesn’t leave like he did. She always pushes me or goes out alone, never making time for me.
I’m hungry. I wonder what is left in the kitchen. Mom cooks horribly. She used to bake the best apple pies, but the apples always taste rotten now. I miss her pie. Maybe she made it right this time?
I go into the kitchen to see Mom hunched over a doll I left on the table. I forgot I had breakfast with Miss Princess because I was very lonely today. I always tuck her in before dinner, but I guess I must have not brought her with me when my favorite show played.
“Mom? I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?” I ask, hiding the card I made at school.
She swats the air, shaking. Her hair falls in front of her face and I move it away.
“Mom, can we have pie for dinner? You used to make apple pie all the time.” Hoping to give her the card after dinner and not look suspicious, I walk up to her.
This time she grabs my hand and pulls me closer, almost making me drop the card. I stare at her green eyes. Was her eyes green or brown?
“What if I told you that I’m not your real mom, Baby-cakes.” Her voice echoes.
“But you’re Mom. Why wouldn’t you be Mom?” That makes Mom grin. When did her bottom teeth get so jagged?
“’Cause I’m a ghost.” Her hand drops in temperature to the point it turns blue. Some of her hair falls from her head and her ear droops down, held up by stitches. I try to wiggle out of her hand because I don’t like how cold it is.
“Your mom isn’t here anymore, Buttercup. I killed her. I’m going to kill you now!” Her other hand grips my throat.
“But Mom, you’re right here.” I struggle to breathe.
“I’M NOT YOUR MOM, DEAR! What is not clicking in that marshmallow head of yours? I’ve raised you the worst, hoping for a reaction. You always give me that sickly sweet smile and hug that stupid doll! This time, I’ll eat up that fear of yours and finally get my revenge!”
“But Mom! I made you a card like Big Brother did! You ruined the surprise.” I yell, crying that I messed up.
She stares at the card in my hand and magically levitates it closer to her face.
“Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you for being the best mom ever and making cakes, even though they don’t taste as good as your pies.” She stops holding my throat and moves her hand away, green water drips down her face.
“Mom, can we have pie now? I think Miss Princess would like to eat some too.” I smile through the tears. I grab Miss Princess and give it to Mom. She always makes me feel better and I know Mom likes her too.
Mom’s hair suddenly regrows and her skin is as pale as a peach. The room warms up too.
“Ok yeah, yeah. Want to get some pie at Masters Bakery or from Auntie Meg next door?” She sniffles, wiping away the green from her neon eyes.
“If we go to Auntie Meg’s, you have to help her. I know no one else who makes better pies!” I excitedly bounce. Auntie Meg is the coolest but she cannot beat Mom.
“I think she would like that.” Mom says, grabbing Miss Princess and my hand. Her eyes really were brown.
“You better let Miss Princess help too! She does not like sitting with me while you cook!”
Your evil mother was killed by a demonic entity that took her form. It planned to torture you by revealing itself when you grew up, and feast on your terror and fear. When the day came, however, you felt no fear or despair. Instead, you thanked the demon for being the best mother ever.