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I seem to have quite the tiny family gathered. My own living doll and, thanks to my... blonde replacement... it seems he'll have a mother. Statuesque and cold, but no less beautiful.

If I could come back as a ghost, I've no doubt the dearly twice departed Ms. Montgomery will find her way back here. In time. Anything is possible.

Until then, I shall remain here, stoic and silent, until I am needed. Clean up the messes, hide the bodies. It's what I'm good at, after all, and an untimely death will not change that.

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"Living doll"?

Yes. A child.

That's an odd thing to call a child.

Perhaps. But that is what they are. When they start out, anyway.

...I suppose.

[She really doesn't know what to say to that.

And surprisingly, she's not that weirded out by it either.]

Um, really not interested in being the dead stepmother to your stolen black baby. Like, if my opinion means fucking anything at this point.

That is... unfortunate to hear.

[He had a new dress picked out for you and everything! :( Nope, not showing his sadness. He's good at that.]

Your opinion does matter. It always does, even in this afterlife.

So, you're gonna put the kibosh on this whole "molesting my corpse because you're a freaky fuck with a doll fetish" thing, then? Because that's my opinion.

I have never "molested" you, Madison. Merely dressed you in more appropriate, and far less bloody, attire for a tea party. To that end, I wish to point out that, had I buried you as requested, you might never have returned to a second lifetime.

Honestly? Not all that interested in coming back to the glorious reign of the fucking Sugarplum Fairy. Leave me to my darkness or Sound of Music, because it's sure as shit better than you fuckheads.

[Small pause with a silent, calm tilt of his head. Then, he can't resist a sing-song tone:] You were before. But you're not anymore.

That's just a little disturbing there.

Says the guard dog to the butler. Don't you have some new schoolgirls to show around?

[So you don't look exactly like Kyle. But, teenagers and their fashions. Close enough.]

[And there goes Kit's eyebrow up.] Guard dog.

So named by our former Supreme, yes. Or would you prefer Zoe's pet monster? Either title would fit.

[Pause. Squint.]

Weren't you more... blonde?

Zoe would be who, exactly?

I never, ever have been.

[A doppelganger. Of course. This warrants only another look of confusion before a slow, understanding nod. After forty years of living with witches and seeing Madame Delphine LaLaurie as a maid, there's really not much that would be surprising.]

Same face, different person. Hm. That's a new one.

My apologies. You look like someone else.

[Kit is somehow not shocked by this.]

Yeah. I get that a lot. Tate, I'm guessing?

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The one I'm thinking of is called Kyle. What his original name, if it was different, is unknown to me. Somehow, he is my... replacement in the house.

[Snide annoyance at this. But, oh, he is being rude. That's uncalled for.]

Care for some tea? [Pause.] Oh, and I suppose introductions are needed. I'm known as Spalding.

Tea would be great, sure. [Thinking. About this stuff.] Kyle's a new one on me.

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