Who Da Boss Lady? 3

Commissioned by InfiniteChaosRai

Who Da Boss Lady? 3

Chapter 3

-VB-

Mari stared into her bag the day after.

I looked back up at her with her bento box held tightly between my doll arms. 

Well, tightly was a misnomer. My body apparently had the strength of a doll, and I couldn’t stop her from yanking the delicious smelling lunch out of my arms. I keened after it but she quickly closed the bag. 

I huffed. 

Fine. We’ll just have to talk later. 

As for what we’ll talk about…

How about her school?

You know. The place where she learned stuff. 

And a place which was apparently filled to the brim with so many types of energies in such quantities that it was actually making head hurt and my little frail doll body quake in fear?!

Hmm?! 

‘Dumb Mari! Why you no tell me you go to school with magical creatures?!’

I huffed. 

Realistically, she didn’t know. The idea of a magical girl had initially made her skeptical, and if I hadn’t been a talking, walking, and flying magical mascot, then she wouldn’t have even talked to me at all. 

Imagine a lady or a gentleman just snatching up a young lady and telling them about “being a magical girl.”

Most people would assume they were pimps and brothel madams looking for a new prostitute. 

Or a talent manager. Last I remembered, a girl can truly become a magical girl … but while online. 

‘Ahh… I’m going to miss the gremlin fish and the tittering nightmare,’ I sniffed. 

Not that I can sniff. I had no organs to sniff with. Everything was a lie! 

Speaking of which, I was getting used to my situation. It was obvious that I was meant to be some sort of a magical girl mascot, but not for goodie two shoes but the evil magical girls. 

I would hesitate to call them witches, though. 

See, I had this idea. 

What if …

What if there was a ROB involved? 

A ROB who took a young lady who liked watching vtubers, shoved her soul into a doll, and sent her to make magical girls? 

As ridiculous as that sounded, it was my best working theory! 

Ugh.

I’m… I’m just frazzling at the tips and I knew it. 

Yeah, I was getting used to the idea of being a magical girl mascot, but I was still missing a lot of things that made me me. For instance… where were my back-breaking tits?! What about my house?! I still had a mortgage! What about my pets?! You think that lazy as fuck Sophie was going to feed herself?! The literal pussy of the house was lazier than a fucking NEET! 

But the panic didn’t last. 

I noticed that, too. 

Whenever my emotions got too much, I got cleansed like a certain skeleton necromancer. 

But for some reason, there were a few things that worked for me that shouldn’t.

I could, for example, eat and smell. I felt touch through my doll body. I felt pain, too. It was why I knew I was holding onto the bento box too tightly or how delicious its contents must be. 

The pain had actually helped ground me. It reminded me that I was alive. That this wasn’t some sort of a dream/nightmare. 

I was here.

This was real.

I was fucking doll.

I was never going to get that threesome with two burly men from across the street hammering away at me as they talked about how much of a slut I was -.

I took a deep breath in and let it out. 

‘Stop it, *****. You know that they’re a happily married gay couple. You can’t even reach them anyway. Focus on the here and now. Focus on the magical gir-.’

I blinked.

The bag was open and there was someone that was not Mari staring down at me. 

She was a white haired girl. That was odd in and of itself but what was much more interesting was that she was the only source of a specific energy I’ve been feeling. There was also something else involved with her, too, if the second source of energy flaring in my not-visual vision (radar?). 

But I held still.

I did not want to give the game away. 

“Shirone, don’t look in my bag like that!” I heard Mari complain. The bag shook and Mari apparently wrestled the bag out of the white haired girl. I caught a glimpse, though, before she was gone from the mouth of the bag. 

A frown. 

A knowing glimmer in her eyes. 

Fuck.

My cover as a cute doll couldn’t be exposed already, could it?! 

-VB-

Shirone blinked before dipping her head. “Sorry.”

Across the two school desks was Mari, one of the few people who didn’t treat her like a cat for her appearance and demeanor. 

“What made you look inside anyway?” the Grumbler grumbled before zipping it up. “It was just a new doll I bought the other day.”

“... It looks weird.”

The Grumbler squawked, and something about the way she reacted made Shirone’s insides tumble with amusement. It made her smirk. 

But this time, something was off. Mari almost smelled like a liar. 

“I’ll have you know that it’s a -.”

But most importantly…

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“- special doll! There is none other like it in the world! Even the design is special!” A pause. “Probably.”

Mari was doing her Goddamn best to try to not lie to Shirone. Shirone had this quirk where she could almost sniff out a liar. And Mari could not afford to lose her identity as a magical (evil) girl literally the day after she became one! 

Even if she wasn’t too enthusiastic about being an (evil) magical girl, she had standards! 

“Hmm,” the cat-like girl hummed. “Give me food.”

Mari’s cheeks twitched before sighing. “This is what I get for having a chef for my mom,” she grumbled as she set her bento box down and opened it up.

Ever since her mom found out that there was an ever hungry girl in her class, she packed a little bit more in her bento for every school lunch. 

And by “a little bit more,” Mari meant a whole another level to the bento box. 

She pulled the top one off and handed it to Shirone, whose eyes widened with glee as she almost bounced in her seats. But her grubbie fingers twitched and curled up like a druggie’s needy hands. 

Mari huffed as Shirone took the bento box and opened it up. Her eyes shined even brighter. 

And when she looked. 

She squawked with indignation. 

“Why did my mom give you salmon and give me mackerel?!”