Reaver's Servants
Rosie's Secret
"Whose is this?" Reaver asked sternly, holding something in his gloved hand. Knowing this couldn't be good, every servant within earshot ran to the foyer, where Reaver was standing. They stood up straight, in a line, just like Reaver liked. He slowly walked in front of them, like a general addressing his troops. He didn't look happy, despite what was in his hand.
Reaver looked at them and frowned. "Alright, I want answers. Who claims ownership over this…ghastly thing?" he asked, holding up the thing that was in his hand. Why he called it ghastly, the servants didn't know. If anything, it was probably the cutest thing they had ever seen (well, the girls thought so, anyway). "Well, anyone?" he asked, again, leaning against his cane. "It was soiling my beautiful floors with its very presence; just lying there, doing nothing. We already have a cat, so why do we need something else that lies about and does nothing?" he asked, sternly.
In his hand, Reaver held a small white cat doll in a little flower dress. The girls recognized it as a doll most girls in Albion fawn over. "It's a Hi-Hi Pussycat doll!" shouted Willa, excitedly.
Reaver didn't seem surprised that Willa of all people knew what it was. "I am well aware of what it is, Little Bit. I just want to know who it belongs to." said Reaver. "Is it yours?" he asked.
Willa blushed and shook her head. "No, Mr. Reaver, it isn't mine. I haven't collected Hi-Hi Pussycat dolls since I was eleven." She said, with a blush.
"How disappointing; I was so looking forward to punishing you for leaving it on the floor." Reaver seethed through his teeth. "This hideous thing has no place in my manor!" he shouted, squeezing the doll tightly in his hand. The girls winced, watching this. "Do you all think I like it when my home is treated like a child's bedroom? No, I do not. I pride myself in keeping an immaculate home, and I am saddened to think my servants don't share my sediments." said Reaver, squeezing the little toy harder. "In fact, it breaks my heart a little that you all don't take the same pride in this beautiful home that I do." Reaver's voice started to crack up.
Miss Sarah, a bit heartbroken at Reaver's supposed sadness, stepped forward. "Mr. Reaver, of course we take pride in Lakeview Manor. It's our home too, and we clean it top to bottom every day to prove to you we love this home almost as much as you do." She reasoned.
"Then is it YOURS?" shouted Reaver, coming out of his sadness very quickly.
Miss Sarah cowered below him. "No, sir…it isn't…" she whined scooting back to the other servants. Barry just entered the foyer from upstairs as Reaver turned around. "Hatch, do you know who this belongs to?" asked Reaver.
Barry cocked an eyebrow at the plush toy and shook his head. "What is it?" he asked.
The girls looked at him shocked. "It's only a Hi-Hi Pussycat doll! The most highly sought after collectable doll series in all of Albion!" shouted Willa.
"Apparently, not so much, as no one is claiming ownership of this….thing." Reaver said, as he held the little doll by its dress with two fingertips. Reaver walked to Beryl, who was already nervous. "Well, Beryl? You've been awfully quiet…is that a guilty conscience?" he asked, shoving the doll in Beryl's face.
"Je suis désolé, Monsieur, mais il ne m'appartient pas." cried Beryl, covering her mouth.
"Of course it isn't…" Reaver said, staring her down. Reaver smirked at Gordon, who had really nothing to say about the object in question. "Gordon, my good man, do you have a lady friend?" Reaver smirked.
Gordon blushed and shifted his eyes. "Umm…what do you mean, Mr. Reaver?" he asked.
"I mean, that if you had a lady friend in Bowerstone, she'd appreciate such a cute little…thing like this, wouldn't she?" he asked, squeezing the toy.
Gordon blushed as Reaver got closer to him. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Reaver…but it's not mine." said Gordon, still blushing. Reaver smirked lewdly.
Walking up to Rosie, Reaver couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I don't think it belongs to you, Rosie." Reaver said, before Rosie could even open her mouth. "Someone as stoic and regal as you wouldn't possibly waste your time and money on something so…"
"It's mine, Sir…" said Rosie, quietly.
Everyone looked at Rosie with surprise. "What did you say?" asked Reaver, holding on to the doll tightly.
"It's…mine, Sir…" Rosie blushed lowered her head.
Reaver started laughing loudly. The servants were somewhat disturbed by this laughter. "You're joking, right?" Reaver sputtered, holding his side. "Tall, quiet, Rosie collects Hi-Hi Pussycat dolls?" he laughed even louder at the notion. Some of the other servants found it a bit hard to believe too. Rosie just blushed as she reached for the doll. Reaver pulled his hand back. "Well…we know who it belongs to, but a few questions still remain. One of them being why was it on my clean floor?" he asked, sternly.
Rosie blushed again. "I must have dropped it after I came back from Bowerstone earlier today."
Reaver blinked softly. "You mean, when you went into town to fetch the things Miss Sarah needed you saw it as an excuse to go shopping?" Reaver asked, angrily.
"No, Sir, nothing like that. I saw it in the toy store window. It was the last one, I…" Rosie, sounding like a child defending herself for wasting her allowance, quickly stopped talking.
"Well, this certainly is adorable. I never would have pegged Rosie for someone who collected cute things. Of course, I have my doubts. How do I know you don't use them in some sort of Gypsie ritual or something?" he asked, sternly. Rosie seemed offended by the accusation. "Well, either way, Rosie, you need to be more careful with what you leave lying around. As punishment for leaving this about where someone could trip and fall over it, I'm not letting you have it back. If you all want to dirty up the house like children, I will punish you like children." Reaver popped the doll in his coat pocket and tapped his cane on the floor three times. "Now, back to work, all of you." He shouted, leaving the foyer.
Rosie followed him, like an eager child. "Mr. Reaver, maybe we can…come to an agreement." She pleaded.
"My, my, Rosie…somewhat desperate to get this child's toy back, aren't we?" he asked, snidely.
"It's a collector's item, Mr. Reaver." She said, softly.
"So, it's worth money, then?" he asked, taking the toy out of his pocket. He tossed the little kitty doll in the air a few times and snatched it back into his palm. "I figured you of all people wouldn't waste your money on such a silly thing. How many more of these things do you have?" he asked. Rosie sighed and motioned for him to follow her.
Reaver had never been in Rosie's room (or any of the other servants' rooms for that matter). Whenever he pictured Rosie's room, he pictured creepy things aligning the walls, with macabre pictures and other things. When she opened the door to her room, his jaw dropped. It was nicely decorated with a few knick-knacks and some pictures, but adorning her bed and the shelf near her closet were cute plushie animals. Rosie blushed softly as Reaver looked about the room. "Well, this is…certainly a surprise…" he said, tapping his chin. "It seems our Rosie has a soft spot for cute things." He chuckled, softly.
"It's…my secret shame, so to speak." She responded. "I've been collecting Hi-Hi Pussycat dolls for a little while. It started with this one…" Rosie picked up a doll from her shelf. Reaver didn't look surprised that Rosie would pick this one. It was dressed in Gypsie garb and looked like something Rosie would like. "But then…it kept going…" she said, holding her hand up to her shelf.
"So, under the scary fortune teller is a cotton filled plushie heart, how cute." said Reaver, picking up a framed picture Rosie kept on her bedside cabinet. The picture was of Rosie, during her circus days. She wore a hooded dress in the picture which reminded Reaver of a certain blind woman he'd rather forget, and standing beside her was a man in Albion military dress.
"Mr. Finn gave it to me before we…stopped seeing each other, so to speak." She blushed. Reaver put down the picture and looked at Rosie.
"Well, they often say someone's decorating style reflects their personality. I guess under your fortune telling and scary exterior…" he motioned to most of the contents of the room. "…there sits a soft spot for all things cute." He said, pointing to the lone corner of Rosie's room that wasn't adorned with things from her Gypsie past. "Well, I guess we all are entitled to our hobbies. I doubt anyone will assume you collect them. They might just think you tear them up and use them for…voodoo or something." Reaver laughed. "Well, it's nice to know you aren't as scary as most people perceive you, Rosie. Well, that's a lie; this actually makes you a bit scarier." He laughed, as he left the room. Rosie sighed and sat on her bed.
Reaver made his way to his room and closed the door tightly. He sighed, took off his coat and laid his cane down on the bed. He reached into the coat pocket and took out the little kitty doll. In a sense, it reminded him of Reavie, who was probably napping in the office, like she usually was during the day. He smiled and went to his closet. He opened it, pressed a button, and the back of it opened up. He walked down the short corridor to a room. He took out a matchbook, struck a match, and the room illuminated as he lit the candle. Inside this room was adorned with plush carpeting, regal wallpaper, and shelves containing thousands of Hi-Hi Pussycat dolls.
"Ahh, hello my darlings!" he said, happily. "Look what Daddy has…" he cooed, showing the little doll to his collection. He walked to a shelf near the back and placed the small doll in its place of honor. "I can't believe she was the one that snatched up the last one. I will murder that toy store owner for not alerting me to this one coming in." Reaver fumed angrily to himself. "Flower Dress Pussycat is so hard to find."
Ashamed of his collection? Probably. Willing to murder anyone who found out? Definitely. He patted the dust off a few of the toys and slowly left the room. He looked behind himself as he grabbed the candle stick and started closing the doors. He sighed softly.
"Oh Hi-Hi Pussycat…ours is a love that can never be…"
N'cha, you guys! Did you guys enjoy that twist ending? I hope so. I'm not good at twist endings, so haha yeah…
Sorry this took so long. I haven't been feeling like myself and what moments of clarity I had went to trying to not fall into a fever induced coma haha. But, that fever could not beat the great Luna Peachie, no siree! Haha. Ahh, I am happy to be fully conscious again, hehe.
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