Resident Evil Angie - Tumblr Posts

Guess insecurities can be passed down, who knew? You and Angie have a chat.

"I want to be real," Angie stated suddenly.

"What?" You asked in confusion, looking up from their book.

"I want to be real," She repeated more firmly.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be real like him," Pointing towards the animated puppet on the screen. "He got to be real, why can't I?"

Putting their book down, You questioned back. "What makes you think you aren't?"

Gesturing towards themselves sharply, Angie angrily exclaimed. "Look at me, I'm --this,"

"I don't see anything wrong with 'this'," You regarded the sentient doll carefully. "Now, would you mind telling me what this is really about?"

Suddenly quiet, Angie whispered sadly. "I just want to be like the others. Tall lady's daughters are like me but they're human looking. They can go out and not be stared at like a giant freak of nature. I just want to be looked at like I'm normal. Like I'm human."

"Angie, look at me." You spoke, "Skin and bones, they're just add-ons. It doesn't matter if your flesh is smooth porcelain or sanded wood. A heart doesn't need to be beating to exist. You're as real as any one of us! You're real to me and you're real to Donna, shouldn't that be enough?"

"You don't think I'm just some creepy doll?"

"Of course not, you're more than that. You were there for Donna when no one could reach her, you were her first friend and you're her closest confidant!"

Angie chuckled weakly, "I am pretty great, aren't I?"

Pulling the doll into a hug, You replied softly. "No doubt about it."