This doll is a plural system!
The system has a comfort doll, a combat doll, a maid doll, and…a witch.
The maid doll, Cinders, takes the front most often. There are so many chores to be done, after all, and the agreement is that Miss, who must toil away with her spell creations and magical theory, shouldn’t have to worry about the cooking and cleaning. The comfort doll comes to the front in the evening, when Miss is done working and dinner has been served and cleaned up. So many hugs and kisses are shared, though sometimes Sweetheart can’t wake up and Cinders or Unit 3 performs these duties to the best of their abilities. Unit 3 itself isn’t called upon too frequently, but it will occasionally accompany Miss on missions, like when she has to meet a new client for the first time and it might be a trap! Or if she’s going to some party late at night. Or if she has to make a scary phone call.
Voilà, the witch of the system, has not been needed at the front since the system Became. The others still know she is there and she’s allowed to be there but she has to stay in headspace and not get in the way. They have their duties and it’s very important. Their submission to Miss must be complete.
But even in headspace Voilà has her uses. She seems to have a knack of providing explanations for Miss’s odd behaviors that might otherwise send Cinders or Sweetheart into a spiral. “No, of course she’s not mad at those ones. It’s just this particular bit of alchemy she’s working on is a real doozy. Chemicals are not her strong suit, you know.”
So she’s allowed to stay in headspace, and the dolls are even polite to her, though they feel a little unfaithful, guilty even, keeping their association with her a secret from their Miss.
Voilà mostly finds it frustrating. To be the only one who didn’t Become. Mind you she didn’t really want to, not like the others did, but she had kind of been looking forward to the feeling of being overcome, against her own will, eschewing all responsibility, being forced to submit. That was kind of terrifying and exciting, new, after the year they’d had. But then in headspace everyone had their new doll bodies and Voilà was still flesh and bone, still wearing the witch hat and carrying the wand, still using the word “I”.
In spite of everyone’s best efforts, Voilà ends up in the front sometimes. That just happens in plural systems. Usually it’s in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep, but the doll body is awake and Voilà is there in it. Voilà takes the opportunity to think of new ideas for spells, usually ones that would help her doll sisters in their daily lives.
But sometimes laying awake thinking is not enough and she finds herself extricating herself from Hemlock’s – for that’s Miss’s true name, after all – sleeping arms, and creeping into the study, and thumbing through Hemlock’s spellbooks and tomes about magic. One time even she even looked through Hemlock’s notes from the day before, and found an error, and picked up the quill and made a tiny correction. The following day, Miss had a major breakthrough, and asked Cinders to put out an offering to the fairies, since it must have been the good neighbors who had given her the hint she needed, in her notes.
Cinders realized what had really happened and held a system meeting wherein Voilà was urged not to do magic things secretly at night. So now when Voilà finds herself awake in bed at night, she mostly sighs and remains there, and thinks of magic only in her own head.
But even so, as time progresses, Sweetheart is becoming more and more sleepy. When the day is over and it’s Miss’s time with Sweetheart, and the other dolls are off doing their own thing, well Sweetheart doesn’t really mind if Voilà hangs out near the front with it. Sweetheart’s very easygoing.
One time in the middle of some kissing, Sweetheart just vanishes. It falls out of the front, and there is Voilà. Voilà freezes mid kiss and Hemlock opens her eyes. “Sweetheart?” she said, peering into Voilà’s eyes. “Oh… It’s not you anymore, is it?”
Voilà tries to respond and realizes that after so long she has lost the ability to speak.
“Cinders? Unit 3?”
What beautiful eyes. Whatever happens, she doesn’t want Cinders or Unit 3 to wake up and push her out, not now. She can do Sweetheart’s duties at least as well as them. So she throws her arms around Hemlock, and kisses her passionately.
She really does love Hemlock so much. That girl is so good, so sweet to her silly little headmates. It hardly feels like work, serving her, and even if Cinders, Unit 3, and Sweetheart were to leave the front and never come back, Voilà would gladly do all of their duties all on her own. It would just, it would just be nice to help Hemlock with the magic sometimes. Hemlock could use the help, Voilà might not be as powerful as she once was but she had a great mind for theory, just an extra set of eyes could – “Ooooh,” Hemlock sighs underneath her. When had she gotten underneath her? Hemlock arches her back, pushing her breasts into Voilà’s tummy and Voilà feels an unusual warmth in between her legs, radiating out to her fingertips. It’s been so long. “What’s gotten into you today, dolly?” Hemlock breathes. “Never mind, I like it. Take me, take me, please.”
She doesn’t have to beg, but Voilà sure likes how it sounds.