Goldie Locks stabby-stab-stabs Nezu.

She waltzed in. Really, there was no other way to explain the action that Goldie did other than a waltz. The apron-claude golden-haired child could not help but grin, lips twisted upwards into a sickening echo of tormentation.Blue orbs flickered about, taking in the sights, as they were. Hmm, the child whispered out, allowin her high pitched voice to cast the words into an innocent type of sound. The only problem with that, though, was the simple fact that Goldie was anythign but innocent.

:: LaLaLa! The child sang as she skipped into the bar, fingers clenching the handles of two rather large meat cleavers, which twirled through the air in lazy circles with each rotation of her wrists. Blue orbs swept the room, a cute smile fixated upon the child's face as golden locks of hair cascaded from her head, down her shoulders, to stop at her waist. Twisting around, slightly, the child beckoned to the " woman " in the shadows, her childish voice ringing out through the bar. "Come in, Mama!" ::

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I want you, you to stay, stay beesides me.

The soft, hushed voice that sung the song, with a creepy little undertone. Her seemingly naive eyes flickered to and fro, taking sight of the tall woman, with the fiery hair. Her eyes widened a bit, small fingers curling upwards. Sweaty palms were dragged down the pristine blue dress that went to her knees, before poofing out. The white apron that she wore was seated upon her flat chest. The child, Goldie Locks, was a woman trapped within the body of an eight year old.

Those blue, seemingly happy eyes, flickered towards the shadows, a wide smile curling up on her face as she half twisted, dark boots slapping against the ground.

Come out and play!

Another giggle, followed by small hands digging into the over large pockets of her apron, the pockets reaching about knee length on the small girl, fingers curling around something hidden...Something odd shaped and large.[]

It was never a good idea to allow a little kid to go running around in woods. It was even worse if that little girl was the infamous Goldie Locks- yes, the very one who had waddled through the woods to find a house and force some bears to be her friends...

"Hello?" Called out the angelic little girl, her blue orbs flickering about, taking in each shadow cast from the gnarled tree branches. She was looking for her three beats she had misplaced- and if she did not get them soon then they would no longer be under her control and Goldie would have to do all her own work- and that was not pleasing to the blonde girl. "Come out come out," she called, her voice high pitched and sweet, sounding as if it belonged to the eight year old girl it was hosting.

Unable to see the cheetah, the child's face twisted downwards in a look, her body shifting slightly so that she could stand there, erect, peeking about. Bears could climb, right? The immortal peeked upwards, staring in shock at the blue serpent that was twined around a tree. A new friend? The little girl couldn't help but to push out a low giggle, fingers entwining as she stepped backwards, fingers shoving themselves into the white apron that was over the top of her blue dress.

Where had she put the serum at? In fact, how was she to get the creature to drink it? Lips twisted down in a grimace, a slight noise pushed free from thin, pink lips. She needed the..Creature to come down, to take a drink from her- or, maybe, a bite to eat? Maybe he'd like some porridge? Another high pitched giggle spewed from her as she bounced upon her flat-covered feet golden curls quivering from the slight breeze.

Goldie Locks should have frozen. She should have began to quiver in fear from the sight of razor sharp teeth and the huge maw which could have consumed her in one bite. Yet, the girl only giggled more, her blue eyes shimmering with the madness that was so apparent once someone got close. The slight rustle of the bushes had the girl twirling around, delicate hands once more being shoved into the large pockets of her apron as she went wide eyed. Who was it that had made that noise?! Oh, but another large, dangerous creature.. Another friend, oh goody!

The woman's hands slipped out from her apron as she clapped them loudly, crouching down slightly, dark shoes squelching into the dirt as she sat back upon her heels and giggled loudly. She would really need that serum now, oh so badly. "Come here, pretty little kitty.. Would you like some food kitty-kitty?" She giggled a tiny bit, lips curved into an angelic smile, white teeth flashing happily.

Yes, there was something very, very wrong with her.

Now, Goldie hadn't been to the bar in a while- a long while, even. And not many people were even gifted enough to see the golden-haired eight year old, with her pristine while apron over the knee-length white blue dress. In fact, not many people saw her. Usually, the four foot 3 girl, was too short to gain much notice, even with those flaxen curls.

Today, however, the moment the 'child' kicked in the door, she'd be noticed. Upon that apron was bloody handprints- large enough to be of an adult male. She simply reeked, as if she'd spent a day or two without being able to bath, and her pretty curls were mused with branches poking out. A slight snarl had robbed the cuteness from the girl's round face, and she stomped towards the bar, fingers curled into fists.

A half turn brought the livid child face to face with another nightmare- Pinocchio himself. A slight grin seemed to curl the child's thin lips upwards, to reveal straight white teeth in a bared grin. The first words that the child had spoken in who knows how long simply dripped from her lips, her form starting the gentle shaking, the muscle twitching, of one who was nearly in a rage. "The fates," she started off, her voice deep, shaking with unshed anger.

"Those damnabled bitches made me slaughter my bears. I am no more a bear keeper, as you are a simple, mudane puppet!"

Hanging her head, the child nearly thrusts her hands into her apron pockets, to curl the slender digits around the smooth wood of her cleavers. Instead, Goldie simply uncurled her figners and placed them straight against her dress sides, the soft fabric soaking up the sweat from her palms immediatly.

"Now, what am I to do? No one beleives anymore- not in us, and no one in this damnable tavern has the stupiditiy and idiocy to take a simple bite of my poridge, the only thing I would need to control them as much as your strings intentions had been."

Following those lovely hands towards the bar, Goldie couldn't help the sadastic grin that curled along her face, twisting the cherubic face into one of mischief and glee. How many people could the woman possibly put beneath her control if she decided to 'man' the bar?

Those blue orbs flickered for a moment as laughter spewed from those lips, her head shaking slightly, shoulders now caressed by the mangled strands of gold. "Well there, Puppet.. Want to give it a try?"

The child knew it was useless, the mechanical being was way to strong for her simple potion to do any harm to him- though she had stronger ones to make, stored away for use on those difficult subjects. Infact, the first time one would take it they'd need her strongest, weeding down to a lesser does ( the oppisite of a drung effect, it would seem) to control them in the long run. Goldie figured the thing would turn it down but, none the less, fingers devolved into her apron pocket and took out a small container of amber-colored liquid, shaking it infront of the other's face in a motion one could consider teasingly.

The two creatures may even be considered friends but, for all anyone else knew- they could tun at a moments notice.

Goldie, slipping free from beneath the table she had decided to seat herself at for the night, the child sauntered behind the bar and settled her elbows atop it, blue orbs flickering from side to side, a disturbing little smile upon her slight face. She scrunched her nose upwards sligthly, golden curls spilling over her front and pooling upon the bartop.

"Anyone want anything? Anyone?"

The soft voice was childlike, high pitched- innocent. It was not the voice of a being who could strike fear into the hearts of creatures, and neither was it the voice of a person who was well-known for stealin the control of other people.

Yet that is exactly what Goldie did.

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