"Mrs. Webb says you hurt her" the giant Wendy said, holding you in her hand. Her fingers were now wrapped around your torso and waist in the way that someone would hold a doll. Your arms, unfortunately for you, were pinned to your sides in her iron grip. You watch as Wendy puts her hand down into her lap and lifts the spider (Mrs. Webb) up in her palm, holding her only inches away from you. You wriggle and struggle, fearful that the spider might crawl onto me or try to bite you. "But she forgives you. She didn't mean to scare you. She isn't used to my dollhouse being back in my room yet, so she was just checking it out."
"D-dollhouse?" you sputter, still eyeing the spider warily. Wendy doesn't seem to notice your discomfort, though after a few minutes, Mrs. Webb climbs up Wendy's arm and rests on her massive shoulder. You watch the spider nervously, more freaked out about the mobile little thing than you are about the giant manhandling you.
"Mmhmm. That was my dollhouse when I was younger. It has been in the attic for like sixty years. My parents took it from me just when I became a teenager. That was so long ago..." she said. She seemed nostalgic, though her face still only showed a neutral grimace at best. "They wanted me to be more grown up when I turned forty, so they took it and all of my old dolls away. I never got over it" she said. "I had to sneak up there when I got back with you. Cousin Constance saw me and wanted to know what I was doing, so I told her I just wanted to put some of my old things in my room. I hope she doesn't tattle on me."
Wendy looked down at you. "I didn't think I would have to go get it, to be honest. I didn't mean to shrink you. I just learned the miniaturization spell last week, and I cast it by mistake. I actually meant to turn you invisible, so that you could come in the house without anybody noticing. But I think I like this solution better. Now I can have a friend with me all the time. I've never been allowed to have any friends from Salem, so you will still have to stay hidden. But this makes it easier. I can put you under my pillow or in my desk if I think someone might see you, and I can carry you in my pocket wherever I go" she said, almost smiling. "We can tell each other secrets and play games and have girls nights together. It will be like having a sleepover, I think? I never had any when I was a girl. I already gave you some better clothes, but you were still asleep from the spell. Hopefully next time I give you something to wear we can both be awake for it and make a game out of it."
You felt your face go red. "You... changed my clothes?" you asked, completely embarrassed. You didn't want anybody touching your body or seeing you in your undergarments. The thought that this giant might have casually stripped you was unsettling. You looked down and realized that you were now wearing a complex black dress. It looked like something that a mourner would wear. Probably old doll's clothes. You realized that you were barefoot. The dolls she took the dress from must not have had shoes your size. "W-what did you do with my work clothes?"
"Oh, I left them at the diner" she said, plaintively. "They didn't shrink with you, but I didn't want them. So I just left them on the floor." You felt your face turn more red when she said that. That means your bra and your panties didn't shrink with you, so she'd handled your naked body at least once. At least Wendy seemed unbothered by the idea.
Your heart sank into your stomach when you realized that she just left your clothes at the diner. Your phone, wallet, and keys were in your work apron. Somebody probably stole them by now. People were probably worried you were kidnapped on your night shift. You thought back to the phone in the dollhouse. You hoped you could call someone, either to call for rescue or at least to assure family members you were alive.
"Your name is Barbara, right?" Wendy said, breaking the silence. "Is that your real name, or, like, a work name? I saw it on a tag on your work clothes."
"Work name..? My name is Barbara. Barbara Williams" you said. "I don't know why I would use a different name to go to work."
"Oh.. I don't either. I guess I don't really know what normal people do all day. I just figured you might use a different name, since that's what I do, too." she said. "My name is really Circe, but I like to go by my middle name, Wendy. Circe is my great-aunt's name, and she's still alive, so everybody calls me Wendy so nobody is confused. I like Wendy better."
This Wendy really had no idea how normal people worked. She was an Abner alright. 'She's a freak, like the rest of them' you thought.
She finally lowered you and set you down on the giant bed she was sitting on in front of her criss-crossed legs. She never stopped watching you. If she wasn't so forthcoming with information, you might be afraid she was going to hurt you. But she seems to just be lonely.
You think for a moment on how you might be able to persuade her. "Wendy, I think you're cool, and I'm glad we're hanging out, but you can't keep me like this. I have a job to go to, and keeping me here is kidnapping. That's illegal" she said.
Wendy blinked. "I don't work and I'm just fine. Besides, you'll have more fun with me than you would at the diner. You didn't seem like you enjoyed that work very much" she said. "I don't understand what you mean. Normal people don't enjoy a nice game of kidnapping?"
Your eye twitched. She was operating on totally different logics than you. Some kind of Abner logics, you were sure. "It's not about fun, Wendy. And kidnapping isn't a game! It's very serious."
Wendy furrowed her brow. "Of course kidnapping is a game. I played it with my siblings all the time when I was younger. My favorite game was electrocution, but throwing knives and fireball were fun games too."
You didn't even know how to respond to that. Maybe some of what you heard about them was true. Abners seemed to delight in what was perverse and mortifying. You wondered if they all reviled what normal people considered to be wholesome and moral.
You sighed and craned your neck up to make contact with the giantess. "Alright, I'll hang out with you. But you have to make me normal after a few days, ok?"
She finally smiled. It was a forced smile, full of teeth that stretched her lips into an almost aggressive posture. You wondered if Abners were even capable of smiling at all. Wendy seemed like she didn't want to fit in with her family, so you wondered if she practiced smiling in order to impress normal people like you. "I'll think about it. But it's my house, so I'm in charge."
You'd have to take that for now. Maybe you could escape one night while she was asleep? Probably not. The Abner house was large by normal standards. At your size, it was practically a city. You saw over Wendy's shoulder Mrs. Webb, climbing up the wall, and shuddered. Maybe going off on your own wasn't the best idea after all.
You suddenly realized you were exhausted. You yawned.
"What are you doing? Are you going to sleep?" Wendy asked with excitement in her voice. "Abners don't need to sleep, so we just stay up. I mean, we can sleep. But only when we feel like it. I never sleep. I like to sneak out of the house and explore the normal world instead."
There goes the sleep escape, you thought to yourself. Your thoughts quickly became more jumbled as you felt sleep calling to you. You looked down. Do you dare just plop down on the giant bed and sleep?
"Wait, don't get sleepy yet. It's only 4:30 in the morning. I'm having fun hanging out. What do people need to stay awake, coffee? I don't have any. But I did get some of those cigarettes you said are like coffee. Merlburrows" she said. She rolled back and grabbed a gigantic pack of cigarettes off of her nightstand, presenting it to you like it were treasure. Wendy really didn't get human culture at all. She totally thought that the cigarette-tasting coffee meant cigarettes were used for the same reasons coffee was consumed. "Mother sometimes smokes cigarettes, but she gets them from someplace in the old country. My dad smokes cigars and pipes. I'd never tried smoking before, but if you like these, I'll keep them" she said.
You blinked to keep your eyes awake. Maybe this was just a dream...
Wendy's hand collided with you and she wrapped one firm hand around your body. She picked you up, and stood up, walking towards the dollhouse to put you back in the bed. She then changed her mind, and instead walked further up the massive bed. She deposited you on top of the pillow, and then walked back to the dollhouse. She picked it up with what appeared to be minimal effort (even though the dollhouse looked like it was fifty pounds, and was almost as long as the bed was wide), and put it on the floor. You heard her push the dollhouse underneath the bed.
She then rose up above the bed again and sat down on it, before stretching out her body and laying flat on her stomach. She propped her head up in her hands, resting just inches away from you. She watched you intensely, hey eyes wide. She left her light on, but said nothing. You pass out asleep to the sight of Wendy's gigantic face hovering above you, watching you with interest.
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