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Queen Cutie the third, Rose's best friend, woke up feeling weird. Her head was fuzzy, and t took a moment for her eyes to work. During that time, her mind slowly woke up.
What had happened? She had a feeling that something-
A memory entered her head. A memory of not wanting to die, of being dragged as she cried, of-
She hid her ears over her eyes, an impulsive decision. Memories flooded her head and she felt herself tremble.
Those two dolls, doing such a horrible thing, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to hate them. She was scared. Very scared. But she didn't hate them. They didn’t seem to want to hurt her.
They still did. What if they were still here?
After a few minutes of nothing happening, Cutie hesitantly uncovered her ears. She then noticed the changes to her body.
Her leg was reattached, stitched up, so was her ear. She breathed a sigh, maybe Rose put her back together?
That was what friends were for, right?
She got to her feet and looked around. Her kingdom was still intact. A few cookies were scattered around, a few needles stabbed the ground-
What’s that pink thing?
There was a letter beside her, the front was imprinted with a large "We're sorry."
Cutie opened the letter, and read it out to herself.
”Dear Cutie. We’re sorry for what happened to you. Thank you for being Rose’s best friend. We fixed you up. With love, Rose’s parents. PS, we left you a gift underneath. Enjoy, your majesty.”
Cutie felt curiosity overtake her as she lifted up the letter cautiously. Somehow she felt a little worried.
It turns out that she didn’t need to be.
Underneath was a set of small cookies that made Cutie squeal in joy. She moved them over to her table and sat in her seat, swinging her legs.
Rose would be here soon, and they'd play as they always do.
And maybe she could meet those dolls again, and they could have a tea party together. Hug it out.
Yes, that would be nice. That would be very nice indeed.