It started as a faint, rhythmic thump, so soft she thought she imagined it. A low pulse, like distant thunder rolling beneath the carpet fibers. Charity froze mid-stroke, one hand still gripping the threadbare toothbrush she used for cleaning the base of Evan’s sneaker. Her head turned slightly, instinctively, her body stilling in perfect silence.
Another tremor. Closer this time.
She wasn’t expecting anyone yet. Evan should still be at school. Mark never came home this early. Could it be his wife Jean? Charity strained to listen. There was a brightness to the giggles echoing faintly from down the hallway, too high pitched to be a parent, too playful.
More footsteps. Multiple sets now. Three sets, at least. And laughter. The kind of laughter that cut through a person without meaning to. Sharp. Casual. Unbothered.
The thump came again, closer now, and Charity ducked behind the sneaker without thinking, pressing herself into the mesh like it might shield her.
She froze.
Not from fear, but from recognition.
God. When did she start doing that?
Like a pet sensing footsteps, not a person hearing voices.
She hadn’t been commanded. She hadn’t even been seen. But her body had moved before her mind. Her instincts no longer belonged to her; they belonged to the rhythm of someone else’s world.
The toothbrush was still in her hand; the bristles matted with flecks of dried mud. She clutched it tighter, like a tether. Not a weapon. A tool. A servant’s tool. She stared at it for a moment; her own reflection warped in the shoe’s glossy edge.
Even in Evan’s absence, she still defaulted to this: hiding behind the shoes of the girl who owned her.
The thought came uninvited cruel in its clarity. Not commanded. Not punished. Just… trained. And now, automatic.
The door handle clicked.
Charity didn’t move.
Her breath caught, her muscles coiled, but she stayed behind the sneaker, more out of routine than strategy. She knew it was too late to hide. Too late to pretend she hadn’t been crouched like that, toothbrush in hand, a living parody of domestic obedience. And yet she stayed there, heart hammering, as voices flooded the room.
“Okay, that quiz was so rigged anyway,” Madison said, bursting in with laughter unburdened by adulthood or responsibility.
Charity flinched.
Footsteps thudded across the carpet. Light. Youthful. Confident. Brooklyn’s voice joined the fray, sharp and teasing, and then, Evan. Bright, self-satisfied, perfectly at ease.
“Proof that it works,” Evan said, a smile in her voice.
Charity could feel it, that subtle shift in the air. All eyes were on her. She didn’t need to be told. It echoed in her mind.
Now, Charity. Get up. Be good. Be presentable. Show them she’s trained you. Were the thoughts she had.
She rose slowly from behind the sneaker, brushing invisible lint from her leggings. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her collar. She hated that she did it. Hated how automatic it had become to prepare herself to be seen.
Brooklyn gave a low whistle. “It hasn’t even been that long, and you have her so trained already? I can’t believe you actually did it. That’s Charity fucking Stevens.”
The name landed like a slap.
Charity Stevens.
She hadn’t heard it aloud in weeks.
A warm sensation crept up her neck. It wasn’t just the humiliation. It was the hollow space between who she was and who she’d become, like watching a star collapse inward in slow motion.
She stood still as Evan approached. There was a pause, a flick of fingers, the nonverbal cue she had learned to obey.
Charity stepped forward.
Brooklyn’s gaze was relentless. Not cruel, not gloating. Amused. That was worse. This wasn’t a punishment, it was entertainment.
“She’s really cute when she’s quiet,” Brooklyn said. “You were, like, an actual icon.”
Charity felt her jaw tighten, her body screaming to break form, to scream, I still am! But no sound came. She couldn’t risk it. So she silenced herself. She needed to stay in Evan’s good graces.
Evan bent down, fingers brushing lightly beneath her chin, guiding her head up. Not rough. Gentle. Practiced. Public.
“She responds to tone,” Evan explained as if discussing a pet. “And posture correction was the hardest part at first, but she got it eventually.”
Charity leaned into the touch.
Not because she wanted to.
But because it was safer than flinching.
Because praise came faster when she obeyed before she was told.
Because maybe there would be a treat.
Or fewer rules that night.
The toothbrush was still in her hand.
She dropped it.
And heard it clatter on the carpet like a bell tolling for whatever scraps of her pride still remained.
Charity could feel their eyes on her before she dared to move.
“How’s my little Charizard doing?” Evan asked sweetly, casually, like someone greeting a lapdog.
Charity peeked around the heel of the sneaker. Her skin prickled with heat. It was one thing to serve Evan when they were alone, another entirely when an audience was involved.
Madison flopped onto the bed beside Evan, phone already in hand. Brooklyn lingered near the doorway, eyes on Charity with barely concealed amusement.
Charity glanced at the shoes she’d been cleaning, trying to focus, trying to pretend it mattered, but Evan gave the signal. Just a flick of her wrist. One of those cues she’d picked up from Sarandipity’s channel. That cursed channel. Charity resented how much power those videos held over these girls. She’d once stepped on Sara in the hall without apology. Now Sara’s ideas were gospel.
Charity began to walk forward, her arms stiff at her sides.
Brooklyn stared with a impressed look on her face “I just can’t get over it. It hasn’t even been that long, and you have her so trained already? I can’t believe you actually did it. That’s Charity fucking Stevens.” Brookyln said again.
The way Brooklyn said it wasn’t cruel, it was worse. It was amused. Pleased. Like it was fun to see her brought low. A novelty.
“We’ll have to introduce her to Trina soon,” Brooklyn added, crossing her arms. “She’d freak. I’m pretty sure she remembers you.”
Evan reached down and gently flicked the ID tag on Charity’s collar. It jingled. A tiny sound. But it echoed in Charity’s ears like a cannon blast.
She wanted to scream.
Instead, she leaned into Evan’s hand, because that’s what she was supposed to do. That’s what earned her points. And maybe a treat. Or a bath with conditioner that she had picked out at the store with Evan and Jean. Maybe, if she kept it up, that tablet Evan mentioned.
Then Charity knelt.
Not because she was told to. Not because Evan gave a signal. But because that was what was expected. The act had become so ingrained it felt like muscle memory, like blinking or breathing, something that happened whether she meant to or not.
The girls didn’t even pause.
Evan was already opening her bag, chatting about her latest grade in science. Madison had sprawled across the bed like it was her throne. Brooklyn hovered by the vanity, idly rifling through Evan’s nail polish collection.
None of them looked at Charity.
Not like she was kneeling. Not like she was human.
It wasn’t just that she had to kneel.
It was that none of them even paused.
None of them thought it was strange.
She could’ve been a rug.
She could’ve been furniture.
Her presence didn’t require comment, because her obedience was already assumed. Her silence wasn’t noticed. It was expected.
Madison snapped a photo of Evan’s desk setup and muttered something about reorganizing hers to match. Brooklyn passed Evan a glitter pen. They giggled. Swapped stories. Compared notes.
Charity felt like she was underwater.
They spoke in the language of treats and tone control and routine enforcement, terms that should have come from textbooks on behavioral conditioning, but here they were dressed up in pastel accessories and spoken between bites of after school snacks.
It was horrifying.
Not just because it was happening.
But because it had become so normal.
She blinked and imagined the girls from her old world. Kira. Eliza. Mel. They were probably prepping for SAT’s, maybe halfway through brunch at some new boutique café with trust fund money and weekend shopping lists. And here she was, kneeling on a carpet, while Madison Wessen, daughter of Cindy Wessen, looked down at her like she was evaluating a project.
They talked about her like she wasn’t there.
And why wouldn’t they?
Charity had stopped being a person in their eyes the moment she was collared. Now she was just a fixture of Evan’s room, just another part of the decor that needed cleaning and praise and the occasional update, like a shelf arrangement or a plush throw pillow.
But the worst part, the part that made her chest constrict with something too complicated for words, was this:
She used to do the same.
She remembered it so clearly now, how she used to walk the halls at school with her heels clicking against polished stone, flanked by Kira and Eliza and whatever second-tier girls they were tolerating that week. How they’d pause to criticize the teachers or whisper about which classmate looked like she’d gained weight. How she’d spoken about her service staff in the same detached, offhanded way these girls talked about Littles.
Like accessories. Like moving parts.
Like property.
She had measured others by polish and posture. By the way they folded sheets, aligned shoes, poured tea. She’d once scolded Alejandra for forgetting to remove the fingerprint smudges from her mirror before brunch. She’d laughed about it afterward, sipping green tea and planning outfits for the following week.
And now?
Now she was the one with a toothbrush in her hand, scrubbing a sneaker sole while girls her age picked out nail polish.
Her mouth tasted like pellet residue. Her knees ached. Her spine held the posture Madison called “correct.”
Charity blinked hard, the memory colliding with the present like a slap.
Was this justice?
Was this irony?
Or was it just entropy?
The final dissolution of who she used to be.
They were still laughing above her, discussing Trina like a pet, swapping notes on Cindy Wessen’s latest training module like it was a lifestyle blog.
And Charity stayed kneeling.
Because now she understood what it felt like to be spoken about instead of spoken to.
And it hurt.
It didn’t just hurt because it was cruel.
It hurt because she deserved it.
Or at least… a part of her feared she did.
“I’m seriously impressed,” Madison said, studying Charity like she was a science fair exhibit. “You got the posture right, too. The chin, the shoulder drop, that’s just what Mom talks about in her seminars. You’ve totally nailed it.”
“Thanks,” Evan said, glowing under the praise. “She was stubborn at first. But it’s all about consistency, right?”
“Consistency, structure, tone control,” Madison said, echoing her mother like scripture. “That’s what separates trained Littles from unbroken ones. Mom always says the line between love and obedience should never blur. It has to be both. Otherwise, it’s just babysitting.”
Charity stared at the carpet, trying not to breathe too loudly. It wasn’t just that she had to endure this, it was how normal it felt to them. How seamless. How right it all sounded coming from Madison’s mouth, as though the philosophies that once governed other people’s lives had now ensnared her completely.
Charity stayed kneeling.
The toothbrush trembled slightly in her hand, its bristles stained with grime from Evan’s sole. She couldn’t see her reflection in the plastic handle not anymore, but she stared at it anyway, as if she might conjure a ghost of the girl she used to be.
Charity Stevens. The name echoed like a myth now.
The laughter continued above her, Brooklyn teasing, Madison comparing compliance rates like GPA scores. Evan’s voice chimed in with cheerful pride, listing off her “accomplishments” in training. None of them noticed her stillness. None of them cared.
So she moved.
Not the way they wanted.
Not with obedience.
She turned the toothbrush in her palm slowly, and instead of brushing the next scuff mark clean, she drew something faint into the dust-streaked sole of Evan’s shoe.
A C.
Just a letter. Tiny. Impossibly small.
Then an S beside it.
She brushed it away a moment later, couldn’t risk Evan seeing it. But the act had already happened. Her initials. Her mark.
Her.
It wasn’t much.
But it was hers.
It reminded her that somewhere under the posture, the praise, the pellets, she still was someone. She wasn’t Charizard. Not really. That was a name imposed. Branded.
But Charity Stevens had signed her initials into Evan Kingsley’s sole.
And even if no one else would ever see it,
She would know it had been there.
Just for a moment.
Brooklyn crouched slightly to meet Charity’s eyes. “The short hair is growing on me. she’s so much quietier now. She was so mouthy and all I’m better than you and you know it. I still can’t believe this is her. You were, like so iconic.”
“I still am,” Charity muttered internally. But she didn’t say it. She couldn’t.
“Do you guys remember that video from last week?” Evan cut in, already smiling. “Where that guy was doing that stupid dance we found so funny?”
“Oh my gosh,” Madison laughed. “I showed that to McKenzie and she just about died.”
“Watch this,” Evan said, reaching into her bag. “Charity. Dance.”
Charity’s stomach turned. Her face flushed with warmth and fury. Of course. Of course that’s why she’d taught her the stupid choreography. Not for exercise. Not for motor skill development. But to humiliate her.
She wanted to refuse. She wanted to scream. But she knew how that would end. Evan wouldn’t yell. She wouldn’t hit her. But she would correct her. With that firm little flick of her finger. She hadnt ever done it but she knew she knew how. It would land like a flicker of fire through her pride.
Charity stood up and danced.
The laughter came instantly. Not cruel. But amused. Delighted. Like watching a clever animal perform on cue.
Brooklyn clapped once. “Oh my God. Look at her go.”
“Good girl,” Evan cooed, and Charity’s knees went weak from the shame of how much that praise still affected her.
Evan tore off a tiny bit of a treat and tossed it to the carpet. Charity hesitated, but her body didn’t. She crawled forward and picked it up. Her lips parted. It was already on her tongue before her mind could scream no.
It was delicious. Devastatingly so. It tasted like birthday cake. Like comfort. Like betrayal. She chewed slowly, letting the flavor wash over her. She hated herself for loving it.
“See? You do good, and you get treats, Charizard,” Evan said sweetly. “It’s made just for Littles. Tastes like people food, but it won’t make you sick.”
“They’re so expensive though,” Madison added. “Mom bought some to use on clients’ Littles and nearly had a meltdown at the price.”
“Just give ‘em little bits,” Brooklyn said. “Trina doesn’t even know about them yet.”
Charity swallowed the last of it and wiped her mouth without thinking. Her brain buzzed. She wanted more.
She hated that she wanted more.
“We’ll have to introduce her to Trina soon,” Brooklyn added, crossing her arms. “She’d freak. I’m pretty sure she remembers you.”
I wonder how. school i’m guessing? but that seems like a huge coincidence. maybe just in conversation
They ran into each other at a event while out and about. Its not some torrid past but charity was charity.
Also they talk about how easy she is to train and what not, I wonder if almost getting stepped on by Al traumatized her a little. like we kinda just glossed over the fact that it was a near death experience haha that for sure would hammer things home for me at least before being found by someone
That would change a person tune i agree. It would certainly change mine.
it’s actually a interesting coincidence (not sure if intentional) that both Charity and Sarah have had near death experiences. maybe a little ironic since both were caused by Charity, where her own was from her trying to find help and leaving her room
Its easy to say that Charity deserves this fate given what she’s done but its still heartbreaking to see her being broken down bit by bit.
I agree, I am team charity now lol.
I’m like that with all people that we’ve seen thus far that become littles. even Cindy. just too hard not to be for me lol
Well she drove a person to suicide and bullied many other people cuasing untold levels of trauma and misery that can take a lifetime for people to get over and give PTSD and not to mention the expenditure of thousands of dollars worth of therapy if not more over a lifetime.
So while the things tha thave happened to her in a vacuum are unfortuante. I dont think victims feel remoarse the person who tried to kill them as a unfortunate downfall.
i think that’s a fair point. can’t imagine there are many victims that feel that way. I’m just more in that group where i think “yes, she’s getting justice and probably wouldn’t change for someone that became a little or would be the same exact person she was if she was immune. I also feel bad for her because she is stuggling and suffering to a extent and having herself stripped away from her”
that’s kind ofwhere i want to be as a person with everyone, recognize they’re at fault and that when something happens to them it’s probably karmic, but also empathize when those same people have those bad things happen to them.”
i didn’t use to be like that, but enjoying people i disliked having bad things happen to them never has made me feel better, just made me feel like a asshole lol
I don’t take joy in others misery either. Just feels gross.
for sure. not to say that asuka does LOL feel like i need to make that super clear that has never crossed my mind as they have never come across that way to me (never know how things will get interpreted), just that I can see and agree with their point, but at the same time I still feel bad. What charity had done while full sized was wrong, and this is justice for sure, but that doesn’t mean we have to enjoy peoples suffering while getting their justice.
i will say those lines do get blurry when law breaking is involved. not that i enjoy people’s suffering when they’re in prison. stuff that goes on in prison’s are nightmare fuel. I just don’t feel as bad. still don’t think unnecessary suffering is a good thing. idk, the philosphical and moral debates on that i probably fence sit a bit.
I think for the bad stuff that Charity did, I think her human self dying and losing her parents and brother and the stuff she went through as a little I think Is a lot of punishment for being a bad girl with no physical confrontations. Everything now seems like piling on.
A) After reading this chapter I feel depressed. The stink of the Cindy’s influence reeks on the girls.
B) The lack of guardian attention that Evan was giving Charity when she was Kneeling made me so sad. If she is going to show her friends her little, she has to give her little loving attention like putting her on her lap to cur up like a cat not leave her kneeing. SO sad.
C) This chapter make me think less of all the girls for me, I am not a big fan of theirs and I am now Team Charity lol.
A) Well one of them is cindy’s daughter and Cindy is a influential person.
b) She wasn’t specifically showing her friends her little. Her little was just in her room and so were her friends.
c) To each their own. I dont think charity having a downfall excuses what she did prior and even if her victims can move on she still made their life forever worse for a period of time at least as seh forever impacted changed things and caused trauma that can take a lifeitme to heal.
So charity having a couple months of hardship doesnt make 16 years of being a rotten person go away. Just like if you murder someone and say you’re sorry. Sorry doesnt cut it sometimes.
I understand your point of view but I think Charity becoming a little and losing everything and losing her family seems like a pretty big punishment for saying bad things to people with no physical violence. I’m with CM, I take no joy in others misery.
Little sitting…. Yeah charity really is a “person” it’s sad that Cindy has them in that mind frame! She fully deserves what she gets but what’s horrible is her husband who’s innocent gets it too… sad
I feel bad for Greg but he is better off than Cindy. Both Madison and Mckenzie treat him better.
Greg still stays with Cindy even though she is a bad person not just to littles but to people like the Cruz’s. I think Greg needs to go to school and work with McKenzie and give more time for Cindy to be Madison’s special little girl lol.
Just a note: Madison only acquires this sweatshirt in season 1 of “Madison’s World”, as she mentioned in episode 28.
Good catch. But the Images aren’t technically canon as they often conflict with the text.
for real. Unless Asuka wants to make different habitats or is already working on it, we’re going to see the same one hamster cage a lot. I looked into buying the asset for my own stuff, and that’s like the only one that is easy to use haha rest are just bird cages and stuff that i can see
This case I just used the same sweatshirt. As if you want to get really in the weeds. I dont have that many hoodies that work that well with Madisons model as i partly customized her model so it breaks through at some points.
So i used that sweatshirt model as I knew it worked and rendered correctly.
1) “Charity froze mid-stroke, one hand still gripping the threadbare toothbrush she used for cleaning the base of Evan’s sneaker” another of Charity’s chores, one that was referenced in Madison’s world
2) “She wasn’t expecting anyone yet. Evan should still be at school. Mark never came home this early. Could it be his wife Jean? Charity strained to listen” she’s getting a good sense of time.
3) “God. When did she start doing that? Like a pet sensing footsteps, not a person hearing voices” This is more pet than person-like behaviour/
4) “Now, Charity. Get up. Be good. Be presentable. Show them she’s trained you. Were the thoughts she had.” Definitely not the same Charity the story started with.
5) “It hasn’t even been that long, and you have her so trained already? I can’t believe you actually did it. That’s Charity fucking Stevens.” NGL I was thinking the same thing.
6) “Charity leaned into the touch. Not because she wanted to. But because it was safer than flinching. Because praise came faster when she obeyed before she was told. Because maybe there would be a treat. Or fewer rules that night.” That’s actually heartbreaking to read how well trained she’s become.
7) “Charity resented how much power those videos held over these girls. She’d once stepped on Sara in the hall without apology. Now Sara’s ideas were gospel.” Karma
8) “We’ll have to introduce her to Trina soon, She’d freak. I’m pretty sure she remembers you.” Will we see Trina in this series at all? Sounds like Charity met Trina pre-shrinking
9) “That’s what earned her points. And maybe a treat. Or a bath with conditioner that she had picked out at the store with Evan and Jean. Maybe, if she kept it up, that tablet Evan mentioned” Dams, is Evan using Sara’s point system too?
10) “Then Charity knelt. Not because she was told to. Not because Evan gave a signal. But because that was what was expected. The act had become so ingrained it felt like muscle memory” Evan certainly knows how to break a spirit and did so mostly with kindness.
11) “She blinked and imagined the girls from her old world. Kira. Eliza. Mel” will we ever meet those three?
12) “Charity had stopped being a person in their eyes the moment she was collared.” Evan still at least partially thinks she’s a person, her parents are raising her closer to that belief, even if she’s got some bad influences like Sara and the Wessens
13) “But the worst part, the part that made her chest constrict with something too complicated for words, was this: She used to do the same. That’s pretty self-aware for Charity.
14) “Was this justice? Was this irony? Or was it just entropy? The final dissolution of who she used to be” It can be all of them
15) “It didn’t just hurt because it was cruel. It hurt because she deserved it. Or at least… a part of her feared she did.” I do feel a bit sorry for her, but she’s definitely far from innocent.
16.1) “Consistency, structure, tone control, that’s what separates trained Littles from unbroken ones.” Not surprising, Cindy would openly talk about breaking littles
16.2) “Mom always says the line between love and obedience should never blur. It has to be both. Otherwise, it’s just babysitting.” I am surprised, Cindy gives a shit about weather a Little loves or feels love to/from their guardian.
17) “But Charity Stevens had signed her initials into Evan Kingsley’s sole. And even if no one else would ever see it, she would know it had been there. Just for a moment.” That’s a pretty lowly place to make her mark, and its impermanence basically means it doesn’t matter.
18) “Charity. Dance.” Charity’s stomach turned. Her face flushed with warmth and fury. Of course. Of course, that’s why she’d taught her the stupid choreography. Not for exercise. Not for motor skill development. But to humiliate her.” That’s pretty mean for Evan.
19) “The laughter came instantly. Not cruel. But amused. Delighted. Like watching a clever animal perform on cue.” No, that sounds pretty cruel.
20) “It tasted like birthday cake” the fuck does that even mean? Birthday cake isn’t a flavour.
21) “They’re so expensive though, Mom bought some to use on clients’ Littles and nearly had a meltdown at the price.” So, not a standard Little pellet, I’m surprised Cindy bothered and didn’t just use regular pellets.
22) “Just give ‘em little bits, Trina doesn’t even know about them yet.” Aww, poor Trina
1) It is a chore referenced in Madison’s world. I wanted to be sure to include it here. As its something Evan likes having done.
2) she is. She is adjusting to her life and the routines of people. Which i felt woudl be normal being its been a few months now.
3) I would agree with you.
4) Charity is very far removed from the charity who started the story.
5) Its a valid thought to have. Howeover, you catch more flies with honey. The kind of idea of it is that Charity is realizing that while she can rebel and fight every step of the way it wont get her in anywhere. its better to work within the system. Build trust and go about things that way.
6) Well, there aren’t many options; she can either do it or not do it. But not doing it, just like if you chose not to do something at work that you’re supposed to do, does have its own repercussions. Shes not blindly doing things but she is picking her battles. So when she does disagree or want to raise a point to Evan she is more likely to listen and considerate then if she is throwing a fit left and right.
7) goes around comes around eventually as they say.
8) I actually edited out the Trina interaction that occurred in a future chapter. So no, you won’t see her in this season.
9) no, but Evan has bath items that she picekd out and ones she let charity pick out. So depending on how charity does each day will determine which bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, etc get used. So its kind of like if you follow expectations which have been set out which are reasonable as you’ve seen so far. Then Chairity gets to choose her own stuff and gets freedoms but if she is going to act liek a child, she will be treated like one as they say. Not a cindy method but its what Evan feels is best and fair.
10) Evan has never really been outright mean to Charity or cruel. LIke was mentioned earlier both charity and Evan know that Evan could little flick her but she doesnt. Evan showers charity with love and affection
11) Not in this series. There is probably a chance at Meeting Kira the other two are just random names i made up for people in her friend group so are throwaway names that will probably never come up. Kira is defined enough I could see her appearing somewhere at some point. I kind of like hte idea of showing what happens to her post charity.
12) I would agree with you on that one. Evan has positive influcenes in her life that have viewing charity more highly that charity is depicting here. Even Sara views jordan higher then Cindy views littles.
13) I do give her credit for acknowledging that the faults she is seeing are things she did herself.
14) it can and probably is. I tried hard to find a different way to say that line but nothing else felt right.
15) Charity is so far innocent she wouldnt recognize it if it passed her in the street. But shes not compltely a bad person which is what i’ve wanted to highlight with charity she did bad things and made bad choices but this expierence as opened her eyes and is changing who she is as a person. To atleast be a better version of who she was.
16) Its Cindy’s passion.
16.2) Im sure cindy likes to exploit the love a litlte woudl feel.
17) fair, but it was meaninful to her which is what really matters to her.
18) She is 12. Those girls can be mean at times, just like Charity.
19) It is a bit, but i could 100% see charity doing that or worse to someone hse had power or authority over.
20) Its a flavor in america. it tastes like cake.
21) They were for clients not soemthing cindy would normally do for just any little.
22) I wanted to show that Evan is treating charity well and giving her treats and things that help elevate her in comparison to many other littles.
I don’t think Kira would be mean or happy that Charity is a little and has been changed into a cutie. I would think it would be easier for Charity to ask if she can face time Kira so she could tell her that she misses her but her old self died and she is now property so it closes her human life up with out leaving people hanging.
5) True, working within the system does often work better.
6) Clever Charity.
7) Can’t wait for Sara to get hers.
8) NNNNOOOOO!!!! lol
9) I see, that’s cool, funny that a child is punishing someone else for childishness
10) She is kinda cruel, but in a neglectful way, like not asking her for input on her life.
11) It’d be funny if they (Elisa and/or Mel) wound up in Mal’s friend group without Charity to “lead them”
12) Sara vies Littles higher than Cindy, but lower than she should
13) That’s step one to redemption
15) She does have redeeming qualities tat are popping up in this story.
16.2) True
17) I guess
18) They can
19) She absolutely would, probably did
20) How does that make sense? Cakes are different flavours.
22) That makes sense
I am glad you gave charity a redemption arch because almost everyone deserves a second chance. She is smart and has a strong will so she could be a strong little to help change things or at least push for being a strong community little.