I discovered Moral Orel two months ago, and I really love it. It made me cry and laugh, and laugh crying, it was truly a masterpiece for me, and it was shocking to see the few amount of fanfics there are of this cartoon, and the fewer ones I actually liked (I´m sorry, I don´t like some pairings). So I decided, as always, to take the business in my own hands, and contribute with my little grain of sand for the fandom.
This story is placed in one of the unproduced episodes, where [spoooilers!] Orel´s grandpa, Arthur, lives with them because he has a terminal desease, and he becomes Orel´s truly good parental figure. Then he dies, and Orel becomes goth out of grief. According to Dino, Reverend Putty would take Orel out of his misery... But I chose to give him a little help.
"Wait, take this. I hope it teaches you to suck better the next time" A drunken voice was heard as she entered the room. It had simple white walls, little furniture, and fewer books, but it had plenty of wooden plaques on the walls, one for every year she had lived. All the plaques had golden letters, which read:
"Thy Female Commandments:
Thou, Daughter of Eve, shalt not express your opinion
Thou, Daughter of Eve, shalt obey the male authority
Thou, Daughter of Eve, shalt never look at the male in thy eye
Thou, Daughter of Eve, shalt fear thy male"
Her feet could barely drag across the room, and the lollipop she was given slipped off her hand and fell to the trash can, alone with another bunch of those. The girl, totally numb, wiped her mouth with her hand, reached her bed and sat gracelessly over it; her eyes were at the height of the newest Commandment, her only birthday present:
Thou, Daughter of Eve, shalt not tempt thy male with thy hair
And she sighed. She knew that since she was fourteen, she was now officially desirable for anyone, and being outside with her hair loose, as she always had it before, was similar to going out naked. The tight hair bun was constantly giving her headaches.
Her eyes wandered through the wall, until they reached the golden cross, which was somehow reassuring, at least enough to give her the strength to pray:
"Hello, God, this is Christina Posabule, do you remember me? Sometimes it seems like you don't… Anyway, I know I bother you a lot with this, but I really need some… salvation. I know I have to sacrifice for Daddy´s, but for how long? I just don't feel like… what we're doing is right. It doesn't feel right. Please listen to me. Amen."
She had the feeling her praying wouldn't be heard again; she was having a faith crisis.
This story jumps from one character to other very quickly, that´s why it will have such short chapters. This was just a quick introduction to the story. I always irked me that some characters had more development than others, especially Christina. She was such a flat character, and considering she´d become Orel´s wife, I think they should have given her more personality.
If you didn´t understand the lollipop part... think dirty.