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”…Eyaaah!” Completely startled by the sudden appearance of the more larger form of the which, Madoka let out a high-pitched squeal as she staggered backwards in surprise. She had an absolutely frightened expression on her face for a few moments as she was reminded of what Charlotte had done to Mami back in her world, though when the caterpillar-like form disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, she brought herself to calm down a bit. A few seconds after the little witch would devour that cheese, then express its thanks for the pink-haired girl, she let out a slight sigh of relief, happy that she was still alive.
“Oh, um… you’re quite welcome.” Madoka put a gentle smile on her face. Should she be wary of this witch…? She thought that she should, considering what it had done before the both of them had arrived here, though as harmless as it seemed right now, the rosette couldn’t bring herself to decide. Still smiling, the pink-haired girl hesitantly brought a hand over to pet the little doll-like creature on the head. Why exactly was she doing this, she didn’t know, but Charlotte was so cute in this state that it was hard not to do such a thing.
Charlotte’s head began swinging back and forth. She was rather pleased to have gotten just about 6 slices of cheese in the past few days. More then she ever remembered receiving from her fellow Pyotr. This made her wonder where her friends where, she hadn’t seen or heard of them since. Another thought made her wonder why she hasn’t been able to summon cake at will, of course she hadn’t bothered until now.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte cannot get cake. Where is cake? Charlotte can always get cake…. But cake is not here.’”
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Upon hearing the little witch chanting in a childish manner, Madoka giggled a bit again. Then when they had arrived at her own trailer, she firmly held Charlotte in one hand while she used the other to open the entrance door. The witch was surprisingly and extremely light. When they had entered the trailer, Madoka made her way towards the kitchen and set Charlotte down on top of the dining table before she would scramble through her refrigerator for some cheese. Luckily, she was able to find a hunk of swiss, which was conveniently placed on top of a plate in one of the shelves.
“Here you go.” Madoka placed the plate of cheese on the table in front of Charlotte.
Charlotte’s feet were wiggling frantically about. Head lolling back and forth until finally the cheese she much longed for had been placed before her. A small chirp had been emitted from that tiny mouth, and then suddenly.
-CHOMP-
Both the plate and cheese had been consumed suddenly by the protruding Charlotte that came from within. As quick as it appeared, it was then swallowed whole.
The little witch then proceeded to chew her food happily.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte says THANK YOU MADOKA!’”
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While she would be walking ahead of the witch, she wouldn’t notice that she would be flailing and struggling to keep up with her, until Charlotte had spoken up. “Oh…” Madoka quickly rushed to her side and picked the little witch up, holding her in her arms.
“Erm, no, I should be sorry that I forced you to walk all this way…” A bit of a wrong choice of words, since Madoka had no idea that Charlotte couldn’t keep up in any way, though that’s how the rosette felt like it was. As they drew closer to her trailer, Madoka continued to hold onto the witch as she so easily walked towards that direction.
Charlotte felt much more comfortable traveling by other people carrying her. When Madoka picked her up, the witch couldn’t help but squeak slightly. Now things would be easier, and despite wanting to answer her. Charlotte hadn’t.
It wasn’t until they approached the correct trailer that Charlotte began wiggling around merrily, “Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese!”
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The rosette couldn’t help but giggle at the little witch, she admittedly found her to be quite cute in this state. She seemed like a child at the manner that she would speak, which made Madoka’s smile become a bit more genuine, since it somehow reminded of how her little brother Tatsuya would act.
“O-of course! Just follow me to my trailer and I’ll get you some, okay? I’m pretty sure no one is in there right now, anyway… And I don’t want to just leave you here.” With that, she headed in the direction towards her own trailer, motioning the witch to follow beside her.
The little witch had stubby legs, so for each stride Madoka took. Charlotte found her self scampering quickly trying to catch up, but she wasn’t keeping up. She then tried to hop, knowing that before she could float listlessly yet here she could not. Sadly, upon hopping she only managed to fall flat on her face several times.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte cannot keep up! Charlotte is sorry.’”
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Despite that very expression, the witch seemed to be in that of a cheery mood in contrast to how Madoka thought she would act, so she slowly brought herself to calm down as those whimpers would stop as well. “Um, I dunno, Charlotte. It’s probably just me being silly again.” She said that with a timid smile on her face. Even though Charlotte looked so harmful and innocent, she still decided to be just a bit weary of her for as long as she was with the doll.
“Cheese?” she asked, her eyes wandering off slightly in thought. “I don’t have any right now, but I may have some back in my trailer… w-would you like me to go get some?”
The witch was very much innocent and would not cause harm. She had no intentions to at least. Never had, she simply just wanted her cheese and steal humans attentions. Though, upon her birth she hadn’t even gotten the chance too until… How odd, Charlotte suddenly pause and ceased all motions which looked odd in her current floppy stance. The witch clearly remembered meeting Madoka and then Homura. Then she had also recalled chomping off a certain somebody’s head, after wards she had. Something had happened didn’t it? The poor little witch did not understand a thing that was going on, and frankly began to stop caring because eating cheese was much more important then that.
“Charlotte says,’CHEESE! Charlotte wants Madoka cheese! Will Madoka give Charlotte cheese?’”
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She’d appear to be a little frightened at the manner which the witch had approached her, like that of an utterly creepy doll was able to move on its own; which was practically what she was. I-it can talk…?
She was a bit confused by its broken grammar, though letting out a few whimpers while bringing her hands up under her chin, she had slowly brought herself to speak up to the witch, making the fact that she was still slightly frightened by it completely obvious. “U-um… hello, Charlotte. My name is M-Madoka.” Looking at that eerie smile of hers, Madoka’s irises appeared to show a bit more as her pupils slowly began to shrink.
Charlotte was very happy to learn of the others name, perhaps they can become friends now. In celebration the little witch suddenly jumped up and began spinning around. Strips of cloth flying about, her little bun like attachments bouncing about merrily.
“Charlotte says,’Madoka sounds like a toy! Why is Madoka making noises? Does Madoka have cheese~!? Madoka, Madoka~.’” The witch like doll had the same vacant expression despite its cheerful voice.
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That… couldn’t be, could it? Madoka had almost forgotten about the little pink doll after she had arrived at the circus, though the moment she had laid eyes on it, all the memories suddenly decided to return to her head.
“It’s… you!”
Shock and terror arose to her face since she remembered that the witch had eaten her dear friend’s head off while they were back in Mitakihara Town.
“Charlotte says,’CHARLOTTE REMEMBERS YOU! What is human? What is human?’” The little witch like doll seemed to suddenly speed over to the girl. Tripping and falling, rolling about until she landed right in front of Madoka.
An eerie smile which was different from the vacant expression she constantly wore, seemed to stay stuck on her face now. She was clearly excited to see a familiar face she knew of before hand.
