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leiswxrld · 1 year ago

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ❥)

pairings: ellie!williams x fem!reader

sypnosis: it’s Valentine’s Day, a special day to spend with your loved ones right but what if a slasher is going around killing only once a year on this special day.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, college slasher, anal fingering (r receiving), strap usage (r receiving), top ellie and bottom reader, face riding (r receiving), reader giving ellie a lap dance, weed and drugs, praises + degradation (mama, slut, baby, whore), ellie calls her strap her dick, strawberry vape supremacy, graphic content, college au

a/n: happy valentines my lovelies, I know this is a day late but I had to touch up a few things before I could post this and I’ve also been so busy yesterday so it had to wait till I got home, not proof read so there might be a few mistakes, low-key inspired by scream.

credits: @magicalboything @cafekitsune for line dividers ❥

'Good evening folks, this is Heather Gale reporting live from channel 5 with tonight’s news, it's that time of year where couples, friends and family around the world express their love and affection towards their loved ones but one striking question has our community in constant fear and paranoia, will the valentines day killer strike again ?'

'Today marks the death of late cheerleader captain Melissa brown who was found brutally stabbed over 20 times in the chest and stomach in her college dorm room a red rose left on her chest, police say she was returning from a party when she was viciously attacked by the killer, friends and family say she was a bright student, kind friend and positive role model for those who admired her, the community are desperately fighting to get Melissas killer found and behind bars.'

'Police ask that if you have any leads or tips that could potentially catch the Valentines Killer, they urge you to either report it to the police station or to anonymously send in your information, this is Heather Gale on channel 5 and I hope you all stay safe and well this Valentines.'

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"Really a valentines party" you reply in disbelief at the instagram post one of the boys from the football team had posted, you couldn't believe they were throwing a party when you were all advised not to throw any especially when the valentines killer could strike again.

"Yeah sick right I was thinking of going" your friend amarie says, scrolling onto the post and liking the picture. you throw her a dirty look, "amarie you know the college advised us not to attend any parties especially after what happened to heather she was killed straight after the party we went to last year" it felt so surreal when you found out she had been stabbed to death just after returning from the college party you attended that year, you remember being in your room when it came up on the news that starville's captain cheerleader was found dead.

"cmon y/n don't be such a whore, we'll all be together and we live in the same dorm room besides I'm pretty sure the killer only kills cheerleaders" she replies and you roll your eyes, "it's not just cheerleaders amarie it's anyone who goes to this fucking college, we're all at risk and were at a higher risk if we attend that stupid party"

amarie turns off her phone paying all her attention towards you, "think about it when was the last time you actually went to a party and got laid no offence but bitch I feel depressed just looking at you"

you cross your arms, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"it means I feel like I'm living with a christian.. your sex life is drier than a fucking desert" she remarks and you scoff, really.

"difference christians wait till marriage... reminder I have already lost my virginity" you remind her, the last time you really had sex was with a boy you hooked u with a few weeks back but you really didn't get the time to find someone and the only thing keeping you satisfied was your vibrator which was in dire need of some batteries.

"more of a reason for you to come to this party and get laid come on think about it, so many of the girls in our dorm are going we can't miss out on this opportunity besides I hear charlies going to be there" she replies, smiling to herself. Charlie was the star quarterback on the football team and one of the many boys she was frequently hooking up when she got the chance too.

"and that has something to do with me how" you reply and she shrugs her shoulders, "it means that there might be a chance you might meet someone you actually like" she replies, you ponder for a second..it could be a chance to finally hook up with someone.

"fine but I’m only going because I’m getting sick of using my vibrator plus there will be free drinks" you finally decide and she throws you a hella side eye, "girl tmi…” she says and you laugh, “now I need to go freshen up" she says, doing a little victory dance while looking at herself through her phone camera.

it was a good thing that the boys house was a 15 minute drive from your college building which meant you only spent around 5 dollars each for an Uber to get there. the house was the hotspot for most of the college parties that were thrown, a big estate with a pool and 3 floors meaning you could fit over a hundred people inside, "this thong is digging into my ass it feels like I've got carpet burn" amarie says, picking at the bright pink thong underneath her pink skirt.

You both choose to go all out, you in a red boob top and black skirt whilst amarie was wearing a pink corset top with a pink skirt. "I told you to choose the black one at the shop" you remark and she smacks her lips, "it wasn't going to match the cute pink corset top and skirt I've got so I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up" she replies, applying a thin layer of lip gloss on.

You both walk into the house, people stood near the entrance either drinking or getting smoking. you could see the inside of the house bathed in colourful lights, music blaring out into the cold midnight air.

Your strawberry flavoured vape clutched in your right hand as the stress began to creep in, your couldn't imagine that the valentine's killer could possibly strike again this year but the idea of it scared you shitless. You bring the vape to your lips inhaling the vapour as you taste the strawberry fumes enter your lungs, "I didn't expect for the party to be this fucking packed" you admit as amarie nods her head, "yeah seems like the whole campus" she pauses, "and a few other people from nearby attended"

you make it inside, pushing past your way through the sea of people making your way towards the kitchen, "You guys actually made it" Stacy another one of your friends says, going to hug you, "I mean I was expecting amarie but y/n that's a first" you give her a face that screams 'girl really' and she laughs, "no hard feelings babe but I never see your ass outside of your room except if you have class"

"none taken" you reply, manoeuvring around her so you could pour yourself a drink. you decide to do a classic vodka cranberry, basic but could easily get you drunk. "y/n pour some vodka in my cup" amarie says, holding the red solo cup towards you. you grab the bottle, pouring it until it hit the middle line, "girl quit playing pour me some more"

"You want to drink straight vodka"

"I'm trying to get shitfaced not drunk" she replies as if she was pointing out the obvious, you pour some more until it was nearly full. You down the vodka cranberry, putting down the bottle of vodka as you make your way onto the dance floor. the music blared through the speakers as you and your friends danced in the living room, grinding against amarie as she used her free hand to smack your ass.

You felt the unwanted and lustful eyes from every boy in room, ignoring them as you continued to grind against her taking a swig of your drink. Your eyes wandered for a second until they landed on a girl just poarched up against the banister of the stairs, talking to boy you recognised to be Charlie.

You'd fancied girls in the past but never took it further than just straight crushing but she was different, you don't think you'd ever seen her before on campus otherwise you wouldn't forget such a beautiful face. The mysterious brunette was dressed in a white wife beater, blue baggy jeans with a pair of retro red jordan's, the girl takes her eyes off of Charlie to look at you for a second, licking her lips before looking you up and down, not missing the long stare on your half exposed ass.

She had a blunt in her hand, taking a few drags from it before taking her attention off of you. You stop grinding and turn around to face amarie who's looking at your confused, "bitch why did you stop"

"who's that girl over there" you say discreetly pointing in direction of the staircase, "what girl" she replies, squinting her eyes to get a better look.

"that one with the tattoos going all up her arms" she looks once again before grinning, "ohhh that girl"

"that's ellie I only know her cause she normally sells weed to Charlie when we’re together I forgot how fucking fine she was" she adds taking a swig of her vodka, "shit I need another drink I'll be back"

amarie makes her way to the kitchen leaving you with a few of your other friends who were busy dancing on each other, thinking about it now you needed another drink.

You noticed that Ellie had moved to the couch some girl chatting her up as she seemed to not be listening, blunt in hand. she notices you right away, eyes lowered a fraction and manspreading with one leg propped up on the couch. a surge of confidence ran through you as you decide to go sit yourself next to her, she licks her lips turning to face you.

"why'd you stop dancing" she starts, offering the blunt to you as you happily accept it. you laugh, "what did you like my dancing" you reply, taking a drag before handing it back to her.

"I mean I liked what I was seeing" she admits boldly, making you shuffle nervously under her intimidating gaze, "if you'd like I could give you a lap dance" you offer and she raises a brow.

"you want to give someone you just met a lap dance huh" yes and no but this was the alcohol talking.

"yeah if you want I know a few things" you state and she thinks about it for a sec before standing up, "ok follow me doll" you blush at the nickname, taking ellies hand as she leads you upstairs, you look at amarie who's still in the kitchen pressed against the counter as she made out with Charlie, her hands wrapped around his neck as his were around her waist, typical amarie.

you passed so many people, a group of people doing drugs on the floor and the others doing dares on eachother on the other side of the room. her grip on your hand tightened, trying to avoid stepping on the people sat on the stairs to prevent yourself falling. there were many occupied rooms passing through all of them till you found a vacant one, ellie allowing you to go in first closing the door behind you.

the rooms quite big, a double bed with a lamp on each side with little side tables and a vanity behind you with picture frames on top, "you nervous" she asks almost taunting, sitting on the edge of the bed. the new found confidence from earlier was replaced with anxiety as it began to seep in, you've only jokingly given your friend a lap dance but that was only because you were dared to do it but that was out of the question now since you were sobering up and doing it for real.

"yeah" you admit and she chuckles, "don't worry I won't judge beside who's going to complain when they've got a pretty girl grinding on their lap" she grins and you roll your eyes with a smile as you remove your shoes.

the tension in the room was thick, Ellie's hands pressed against the sheets, the overbearing loud music coming from downstairs giving you a headache and the sounds of moans emitting from the other side of the walls, "remember no touching me this is just a dance" you emphasise, going to straddle her lap.

"I got you" she says, keeping her hands to her sides. you start by whining your hips against her lap, hands slowly brushing over her thighs feeling her tense up beneath you. you twisted around, moving to rhythm of the music each movement against her lap making you feel the unsuspected bulge tucked underneath her jeans.

she knows you felt it, fighting the urge to just scrap the lap dance and touch you, the friction against her strap rubbing up against her aching clit, pussy wet just watching you. she instinctively swallowed as your grinding increased, practically fucking her with clothes on, your red laced panties soaked in your own arousal, biting back the urge to moan.

Ellie mumbles in cohesively, her voice low and hoarse as you lift up off of her, seductively moving your hips towards the floor whilst your skirt rode up your ass, exposing the red lace that sat perfectly around your waist. you turn back around, the dim light in the room showing Ellie's eyes that had now darken in colour, her fists locked up tight that they turned red.

You kiss your way up her clothed body, seating yourself back onto her lap as you continued till you reached her neck, leaving love bites all over until you reached her cherry red lips, hovering over them before teasingly backing away, "I know you feel it.... pull it out" her voice low, looking up at you.

"feel what" you innocently tease, gasping when she grips onto your hips, "h-hey I said no touching"

"don't act smart with me...pull.it.out" she tells you and you give her a hesitant look, "what you never seen a dick before"

"no dumbass I have but I've just never done it with a girl" you shamefully admit and she just laughs, "I guess I'll be your first" her hands wrap around your back so that your laying on top of her and gently wraps her hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

her lips were addicting, not like the many boys you've hooked up with who just kissed for the sake of it but she took her time with you, it's almost like having sex but with her mouth allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth as you moan, your hand going under her top rubbing up and down her stomach.

she pulls away, helping you remove her belt, quickly pulling her jeans down showing the very prominent bulge through her black calvin klein boxers "before you sit on it, I want you to fuck my face with your pussy" your face heats up at her words, embarrassment flooding through your body leaving your clit throbbing.

"you want me sit on your face" you ask almost astonished, "yes is that a problem?" she questions, "well no-

"then sit this pussy on my fucking face" she interrupts and you quickly follow, removing your black skirt and red lace before throwing them into a random corner of the room. you slowly, hover your cunt over her face scared that you might accidentally suffocate her.

she slaps your ass, "lower yourself down more" she growls, gripping your legs and pulling you onto her mouth. you slowly rock your hips against her mouth, ellie pressing her tongue against your clit, flicking her tongue up and down your vulva making your legs tremble, a whimper leaving your glossed lips.

Ellie’s sucking and biting, her nails digging into the fat of your thighs, your juices mixing in with her saliva that dripped down her chin. Your legs shake and ellie gets more faster, your head fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving, you felt like screaming covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans.

You never imagined you'd be getting head by girl at a college party whilst there were hundreds of people downstairs, the thought of it made you even wetter and you were fucking thankful you decided to come.

you finally come with a silent scream, gripping onto the headboard as she continued to go down on you until she was done, adding onto the best fucking head that you had gotten in ages. she taps your thigh, allowing you to raise up off of her face, your face heating up at ellie's wet face.

"you taste so good mama" she says, licking her lips and sitting up on the bed. she cracks her neck, giving you a kiss allowing you to taste yourself. "but I'm not done with you" she says, slapping your inner thigh.

"I want you to get on your knees and suck this dick baby" she moves her self to the edge of the bed, giving you room to get on your knees. you follow, getting in between her legs, she opens your mouth with her fingers and slips them inside until they were coated in your saliva before using them as lubricant to stroke herself, tapping the tip against your wet lips.

"say ahh..." you slightly open your mouth allowing her to slip her dick into your mouth, it's been a while since you've last given head, slowly bobbing your head up and down her length, she's just watching you using her fingers to tilt your head up so that you could make eye contact with her, her hands grip onto the back of your messy hair, helping you to go down on her faster your eyes filling up with tears, trying to open up your throat more so that you wouldn't gag.

"fuck..." she whispers, fumbling with something on the bed before pulling out her phone. your pace doesn't falter, watching as she presses the record button, the flash brightening up the dim room. you moan, trying so hard not to choke as you sloppily bob your head up and down faster, eye contact not ceasing.

you felt ashamed yet turned on at the same time at being recorded, ellie stroking your hair back to prevent it from falling into your face. your surprised you had been going on for this long, feeling the evident tiredness in your jaw, drool seeping from your mouth and lubricating her dick. she stops you, slowly pushing you off her, allowing you to catch your breath.

"I love watching you suck my dick baby but I wanna see how well you can take it" she admits, camera still recording. "get on all fours mama" she says standing up as you get up from your knees. she waits for you to get on all fours, arching your back as she climbs onto the bed behind you phone in hand, positioning herself.

she spreads your ass, spitting onto your gaping hole allowing it to drip down over as she uses her thumb to rub it in before prodding her tip against your glistening cunt, slowing pushing herself into you. you gasp, your mouth widening into an 'o', the feeling of her dick stretching you out, but before she could even move there's a sudden knock on the door.

"Room is occupied" Ellie yells, awaiting for the person behind the door to move along but the person on the other side doesn't go, knocking once again, "I said the room is occupied asshole go and fuck some place else" the person on the other side get's the message, walking away from the door.

"some fucking people" ellie whispers to you which makes you giggle. she starts to rock her hips into you, putting the palm of her hand against your back helping you to fuck back onto her. she fucked into you so lovingly but so fucking rough, hitting your g-spot that had you gasping and cursing, biting on your lip and your hand going to grip onto the sheets, "shit"

Ellie doesn't stop recording, one hand gripping onto your hips whilst thrusting into you, cursing at the way your ass moved against her hips. you turn around to look at her, her hair falling into her face as ellie looked back at you. she looked so fucking sexy in just her wife beater, showcasing all the different tattoos she had to offer... you don't think you've ever been this fucking whipped for someone with the way she had you acting.

"you should see how fucking perfect you look on camera...should turn your slutty ass into a fucking pornstar shit" you moan in response to her words, fucking yourself back onto her. your pants get louder, the squelching noises from your gushing cunt getting louder every time ellie pulled back, she slaps your ass watching how it jiggled under the camera light. "fuck.....elsss"

your cheeks were flushed and your forehead was lined with sweat, feeling ellie get deeper every time she pulled you back onto her, receiving cute and desperate moans from your lips as your tits bounce with every rough drag of her hips.

You practically trying to pull away, begging ellie to let you come as she pounded you into the bed, her thumb pressing against your labia, rubbing against it.

You gasp again, feeling her finger slowly slip into your exposed hole the uncomfortable feeling making you clench around her fingers, she curls her fingers almost doing a ‘come here’ motion, whispering for you to relax so that it wouldn’t feel as painful, she gradually builds her speed making you feel lightheaded, this new fucking feeling making you dizzy.

"so fucking tight" she fists her fingers into you, the rings around your walls clenching around her skinny fingers whilst pounding into you as your eyes rolled shut.

You start to spasm around her strap before you know it your creaming around her dick, your climax riding out as she continued to milk you, her pace never faltering, “f-fuck stop els it’s too much”

“be a good little whore and cum for me again” that alone sends you over the edge and your cumming again, not believing you could even come more than twice as she lazily gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out her dick coated in your sweet juices, leaving you sprawled out on the bed, allowing you to catch your breath.

you could hear your heart beating out of your ears, laying there slumped on the bed before ellie stopped the recording. you remain motionless, trying to catch your breath as ellie helped you up from the bed. You both messily get dressed in silence, your back turned as you applied your strawberry lipgloss that had smeared off before a notification on ellie's phone catches her attention, "I-uh gotta go- something I've got to take care off, I guess I’ll see you around y/n" she says, quickly buckling up her belt and stepping into her shoes.

she gives you one last kiss on the lips, savouring the sweet taste from your scented lipgloss before disappearing into the hallway. you look for the red lace underwear that you had thrown into the corner of the room earlier but it was nowhere to be found, you curse yourself deciding to wrap a jumper you found in the closet around your waist to prevent flashing anyone, before swiftly leaving the room.

you make your way downstairs, people screaming and left in a state of disarray , how did you not hear this before……did you miss something ?

a frantic amarie rushes to you, "where were you we were looking for you" she yells, bringing you into a death-crushing hug leaving you confused. "I-i was in the bathroom why what happened" you inquire, pulling away.

"the killer striked again, charlies dead"

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viewofagarden · 2 months ago

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Playing Too Rough

Fandom: Dandy's World Continuity: Pre-Game Characters: Stitch (OC), Toodles, Rodger, Goob, Scraps, Shelly, and Glisten (Mentioned) Ships: None, but can be interpreted as having a bit of AncientFashion (Stitch x Shelly) Warnings: Accidental Dismemberment (Don't worry, it's temporary), Passing Out/Fainting, Descriptions of Stitch panicking Notes: Injury Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Toodles refers to Rodger as "Dad". Credits: magicalboything (for the dividers)

"A play date between Toodles and Stitch goes horribly wrong...Thankfully, it's nothing some thread and needlework can't fix."

Stitch wouldn't say she was the busiest Toon, but she certainly was a a hardworking one. It came with the territory of being the Toons' tailor and seamstress. And just now, she was working on Glisten's newest outfit, she just had to put on the finishing touches...

*Knock! Knock!*

Stitch, startled by the sudden knocking of her bedroom door, dropped her needle and spool. After getting her bearings, she picked them back up and set them on her vanity before moseying on over to the door.

Opening the door, she was met with Toodles' usual cheerfulness.

"Heya Stitch! Can we play together?"

Stitch thought it over for a few moments. She still had to finish the outfit...but it was almost done...and Scraps, her older cousin, did recommend her to take breaks more often, saying it could help ease her usual anxieties.

"Ah...Sure! I could use a break anyway."

Toodles happily let herself into Stitch's room. With Stitch gently closing the door behind them.

"So uh...What would you like to play?" Stitch asked.

"How about..." Toodles muttered before focusing her eyes on the large sheet of blue cotton draped over one of the mannequin busts. "Tug-of-war!"

"O-oh really? I'm not...I think Goob would a better choice for that, really." Stitch responded nervously.

"Yeah but dad told me I couldn't play it with him anymore...He kinda pulled too hard."

"A-ah right...Good point." Stitch's younger cousin was quite the powerhouse despite his silly demeanor, so it made more sense to play this game with the more...softer one of the Craft Family.

"You know the rules, right?" Toodles asked as she grabbed one end of the cotton sheet.

"Yea-yeah! Whoever falls down first loses." Stitch responded as she grabbed the other end.

"Let's go!"

And just like that, Toodles started pulling the sheet towards her, leaving Stitch little time to prepare. But once she got her bearings she pulled on her end with all the strength she had...which wasn't much.

"Goodness! You're p-pretty strong!"

"Well, I have been eating my vegetables!" Stitch smiled at that response, happy Toodles was eating healthy, no doubt with some encouragement from Rodger.

Despite Stitch's weakness, none of them seem to falter, both of them still had their heads in the game. Pulling tighter, and tighter, and tighter...

But then...Stitch felt a sensation from her right arm. Not pain, but...numbness?! She quickly glanced to her right to see something no doll wanted to see...

Her stitches were coming loose...specifically the ones that connected her arm to her torso. Stitch's heart dropped as fast as an anvil and she was starting to hyperventilate.

"TOODLES! Wait! Sto-stop!"

"Huh?" Toodles then looked to Stitch, but before she could say another word.

*SNAP!*

Both of them closed their eyes at the sudden sound, only to be met with a grizzly sight upon opening them again.

Stitch had let go of the cotton sheet, her end laying on the floor, while Toodles' end was still being held up by her. But not for long as she saw...

Stitch's arm. laying where it had originally been grabbing the sheet. A couple tufts of white stuffing could be seen poking out of it's stump.

Both of them were practically paralyzed from the shock. Toodles let go of the her end of the sheet and covered her mouth with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes as Stitch looked over to her right arm, well, where it used to be.

A couple silent moments passed before Stitch fully processed what just happened. But before she could scream from the horror, she felt lightheaded and dizzy, and before she could utter a word...

She fell limp and lifeless on the floor, back first, just like...well, a doll.

Once Toodles saw Stitch pass out, she let out a loud, panicked scream of the latter's name.

"STITCH!!!!"

Just then, the door to the ragdoll's room slammed open, Rodger had rushed in, recognizing that scream as one from his daughter.

"TOODLES?! What's wro-" He interrupted himself once he saw Stitch's one-armed body sprawled on the floor. His expression of worry worsening upon the sight of it all.

"Oh dear...Toodles..."

"I-I didn't mean to daddy! We we're-we we're just playing T-Tug-of-war!" Toodles panicked as she hugged her father tightly and cried into his suit, trying to look away from the scene.

"RODGER?! What happened?! Is Stitch okay?!"

Rodger looked behind him to see Goob and Scraps near the doorway, both of them clearly frightened and worried for their cousin. Oh dear...how was he gonna break it to them?

"I think...I think you two should see for yourselves..."

Rodger moved himself and Toodles to the side as the craft siblings quickly rushed into the room to see Stitch's unconscious, one-limb-less state.

Both of them just stood there for a moment, like everyone else, they could hardly believe their eyes at the sight.

"Stitch..." The siblings muttered in unison.

"What did you do to her?!" Scraps said with a raised voice, turning her head to Rodger and Toodles.

"Easy there, sis...Maybe we should focus on patching her up..." Goob responded, placing a reassuring hand on his sister.

"Patch her up...?" Toodles questioned as she looked at Goob with a glimmer of curious hope in her eyes.

"Yeah! Nothing a bit of thread and needlework can't fix!" Goob then placed himself on the seat near Stitch's vanity. Gently grabbing Stitch's body and bringing it towards his chest with his extendable arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around the dolly, so she would stay in place.

Scraps then approached her relatives and grabbed the fabric scissors from the vanity's desk. While she struggled a bit with them, she managed to cut off the sleeve of Stitch's dress, exposing the stuffing-filled hole where her arm once was.

"So uh...Rodger, do you know how to sew?" asked Scraps

"I'm afraid not...Are you saying you can't do it yourself?"

"I mean I would! But, well..." Scraps lifted up her claws. Threading a needle would be quite difficult with them, if not borderline impossible.

"Perhaps we should ask Tish-" suggested Goob, before the sound of panting filled the air, It was Shelly, seen in the doorway, holding it with one arm as she was catching her breath.

"S-Sorry I'm late! But I heard a scream, Is everything-" Shelly said between her panting, only to stop upon seeing the limp Stitch without an arm.

"Oh my..."

Shelly approached the ragdoll, who she had become quite close to. Without a word, she grabbed the needle and spool from the vanity.

"Shelly? You can sew?!" Goob asked in surprise.

"Yeah! She was the one who taught me! Didn't think it would come in handy until now..."

A small groan came from the ragdoll, as Stitch opened slowly opened her button eye.

"Oh thank Dandy, she's coming to!" Scraps responded with relief.

When Stitch opened her eye, she saw the vague silhouettes of the figures around her. Despite her limited vision, she could make them out quite well.

"Shelly?...Scraps?...Rodger?...Toodles?" She then looked up to see her older cousin upon recognizing the feeling of fluff on the back of her head.

"...Goob?"

"The one and only!"

"W...What's going on? Where a-am I? What happened?" But before anyone could explain, Stitch's sight laid upon her exposed stump, having been drawing to the feeling of numbess from the lack of her right arm.

Stitch's heart then began to race once more...

"AHHH! M-My arm! It's-it's-it's gone!" Exclaimed Stitch has she started to hyperventilate.

"No no! It's not gone! Shelly's gonna sew it back onto you, don't worry!" Scraps said as she rubbed her cousins shoulder in reassurance.

Unfortunately, that did very little to soothe Stitch's worries. She was already imagining the needle painfully piercing her fabric skin. She was also imagining the thought of her arm no longer working, even it was patched back on, which only exacerbated her fears.

As the ragdoll was hyperventilating, the fluffy craft squeezed his arms a little tighter, to further the sense of security he wanted Stitch to feel.

"Easy there, cousin...breathe with me, just like we always do..." Goob said to Stitch in a soothing voice. He then began to breathe deeply, signalling Stitch to do the same. His cousin would soon follow suit, bracing herself for the pain of the needle by closing her eye once more.

Once Stitch was sufficiently calmed, Scraps held the doll's arm in place as Shelly made the first incision. To Stitch's surprise, the needle didn't hurt, not one bit. All that fuss for nothing, how typical of her, she thought to herself...

A couple minutes passed, nobody spoke a word. Well, except for Rodger, who was near the doorway along with Toodles. He explained what was going on to any Toon that came to Stitch's room out of concern.

"There we go! Good as new!" said Shelly. Stitch quickly looked to her right again, to see her arm, and the sleeve of her dress, back in their proper place. She moved her arm slowly, checking to see if it still functioned properly.

And sure enough...it did!

Everyone's faces lit up with relief at the sight. Goob let go of his cousin as Stitch got up from the seat.

"Shelly..."

Shelly was then pulled into a hug by the ragdoll, before the former could even utter a word.

"Thank you..." It was hard to tell, but Stitch was crying, not out of anguish, but of joy, of relief.

"Of course! Anything for you!" Shelly responded, reciprocating the hug, pulling tighter until they eventually let go of each other.

Stitch hugged her cousins, and Rodger as well out of gratitude for all their help.

"Toodles...Is there something you want to say to Stitch?" Asked Rodger, as he looked down to his daughter.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Stitch...I didn't mean to hurt you..." Said Toodles as she looked at the ragdoll with apologetic eyes.

"I know you didn't...just b-be more gentle with me next time, OK?"

"OK!" Cue another hug, this time between the dolly and the eight ball.

"Now that that's all taken care of, I suggest you rest that arm for a while, OK? Especially after such an alarming experience..." suggested Rodger. Stitch's expression dimmed a bit upon hearing that.

"I would...but...but I still have to finish Glisten's outfit..." Stitch looked over to the brightly clothed mannequin, everyone else's gaze followed suit.

"Ah don't sweat it! Rodger and I will tell him what happened" Goob placed a hand on his cousin's left shoulder once again. "I'm sure he'll understand."

Stitch's face lit up again upon hearing that "Thank you. Thank you everybody!"

"Anything for our favorite cousin!" Goob and Scraps responded in unison. Everyone soon left out of the room as Stitch climbed into her soft bed.

Except for Toodles, who stopped just as she was about to pass through the doorway.

"Hey...Stitch?"

"Mhm?"

"Can we still play together sometime?

"O-oh of course! Just...Just maybe not tug-of-war..."

"Hooray!" Toodles then left the room, closing the door behind her.

Stitch snuggled under the covers of her pillow-soft bed. Turning on the CRT TV that stood on the dresser placed to the right of her bed. Switching the channel to what was in the VHS slot; an episode of Dandy's World, starring her and her cousins no less.

She then thought to herself...there were things she never liked about herself, her missing eye...her inability to cry tears...her cowardly and nervous nature...

But times like that proved...there were benefits to being made of fabric.

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