Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 20
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Cassandra!" Her mother's voice echoed in the hallways and she was not one to disobey. Breaking apart where she had been lounging with her sisters, Cassandra flew through the corridors to the origin. Slipping through the cracks, she formed inside her mother's bedroom.
"Yes, Mother?" Her eyebrows rose at seeing Mother Miranda sitting on the bedside and her mother looking barely kept together.
"Take your sister for a bit." The Elder Dimitrescu raised the decorative bowl holding the mold-blob. "I must talk with Mother Miranda, alone."
"Of course, Mother." She reached over, taking the bowl and backing out of the room. Now that she had to carry the little thing, she couldn't slip through cracks anymore and it took her a bit to return to their sisters.
"What did she want?" Daniela greeted her, watching in amusement as she put the bowl down on the grass between them.
"We're babysitting." The middle sister answered, poking their youngest sister. "Mom's having a talk with Mother Miranda."
"Oh..." Bela looked up at that, eyes narrowing as they fixated on the window that belonged to their mother's bedroom. Cassandra didn't need telepathic abilities to know her older sister was contemplating joining them.
"Oh!" Daniela meanwhile was blissfully aware of the potential repercursions, instead having had an idea. "I just had a thought." Oh, they did not like the look on her face.
"Should we start running?" The oldest of the four asked, only partially joking.
"Well, no..." The until-recently youngest gave them a flat glare. "But we figured out that little Glooby here likes sugar, right?"
"Yes..."
"And we found that bottle of soda with those campers, right?"
"Huh... I suppose that would be something she likes." Cassandra considered. "Let's try it." The moment she finished the sentence, Daniella was gone, diving into the castle to get said bottle of soda.
"Here it is." The youngest of the triplets quickly returned, holding the still half-full bottle. Screwing off the cap, she tilted it to have some run down into the bowl that held her younger sister.
Only to squeak when the mold promptly shot up, shoving itself into the bottle in what seemed a clear hunt for more soda.
Her sisters snorted, even as she struggled to hold on and not have the bottle shoved across the garden. "Well, soda is good, I suppose." Cassandra laughed. "We're going to have the Duke to deliver some, don't we?"
"Yeah." Daniela turned the bottle upright, now empty of soda, but filled to the top with mold. "How do you even fit in there!?" It was a rather large bottle, but she was pretty certain her newest sibling had more volume than that.
"Skills." Bela snorted again, poking the plastic bottle. "Guess we have a bottled sibling now."
"Would that make her a Bottle-ling?"
"Oh my god, I have been bottling our bottle-ling." Daniela laughed, nearly dropping the bottle. "Bottling. Bottling the bottling."
"Oh god..." One of the others groaned at that one, burying her face in her hands.
"Bottling." The third sister purred, to an even louder groan.
"I am telling mom you two are torturing me!"
"Bottling our bottling!" Both sing-songed, nearly suffocating in their laughter as their sister wailed dramatically.
"Please tell me you are a nicer sister than these two..." She dramatically reached for the bottle, by now securely placed on solid ground. She was answered with the mold shaping a face, squishing a wide grin against the plastic that held her. All three older sisters nearly rolled on the ground at seeing that one.
Cassandra gasped for breath, spreading out on the grass as she nearly hiccuped. "Bottling." She grinned at hearing her sisters fall into laughter again.
"Who knew little sisters could be this fun." Bela snorted, rolling onto her stomach to consider the bottle.
"Hey!"
"I guess it helps I can just... lure this one into a bottle and screw on the cap." She toyed with the cap in question, before noticing Cassandra's wide grin. "What?"
"Didn't our Bottling..." All three laughed again at that one, interrupting her statement. "Want to fly with us?"
"Yes?" That had certainly been an interesting occurance, mold clinging to them as they had tried to fall apart into their seperate swarms. Predictably, it had not worked and the little mold-baby had been sulking for an hour until they had found a large, unprotected cake. Then they had been beloved sisters once again.
"We could screw on the cap and throw her... or drop her from a height. That's pretty close to flying."
"Oh my god." Daniela gasped, grin widening. "That's genius! Cass, you are a genius! I am so in!" She grabbed the bottle, bringing her face close to the face inside of it. "Are you in!?" In answer, the mold compacted even more, pulling itself well into the plastic container. "I'm counting that as a 'yes', give me the cap, Bela."
"Mom's going to get a heart-attack when she sees this." The eldest stated, but flicked the cap over nonetheless. "Ena, go like... dark if you need out or something, okay?" A briefly shaped finger with thumbs-up squished against the plastic before their youngest sister decided to lose all cohesion again.
"Hey, it's not like it'd hurt her. At most, we'd need to find a broom to push her back together." Daniela screwed the cap on tight, tipping the bottle over. "All secure? No leakage?" The mold expanded and she was answered with the return of the thumbs-up. At least, she hoped it was intended as a thumbs-up instead of being an upside down thumbs-down. "Alright! Let's do this!"
Which is how Alcina, when she joined them in the garden, was greeted by her three eldest playing keep-away with her youngest in a bottle.