"Okay, now for the clothes," Enid hummed as she pushed Wednesday's stroller along.

"I want my wegular stiwl," the little girl huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

"I know, don't worry."

They continued on, a few normies sent Enid dirty looks as she passed, and she tucked that pain in the back of her mind for the next time she saw a teen mom just trying to bring their kid shopping. She stopped at the only children's store in town, delighted to finally have arrived.

"Ugh," Wednesday growled and crossed her arms. "Awl my sizes is pink owr blue!"

"Here's a brown one!" Enid attempted to offer, but Wednesday butted out her lower lip. It seemed almost as if she had teen memory's, but was loosing control of her body.

"The gray one!" Wednesday reached out with her little arms and tried to grab at it, though she failed. "Mama! Gray one!"

Enid couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. Of course this made Wednesday come to her mistake quickly, her face going brighter red than a tomato.

"Enid, the gray one," the ravenette hisses out.

Enid grabbed the onesie and stuck it in the basket she had grabbed as she entered. "Any others?"

Wednesday's little brow furrowed as she looked around. She reached out and grabbed for another one. It seemed to be almost a matching set to the gray one. This one white with little elephants on it. Enid placed that in the bin as well.

"Holy crap-" the blond froze as she spotted it. A little knitted pare of bear overalls, with a half done onesie in white. "Wednesday...please," she rushed forward to take it in her hands, running her fingers over the little eyes.

"Watevwr," the little girl had managed to grab a sensory cube and was now fiddling with it while Enid basked in the bear outfit.

"Do you want that?" Enid asked suddenly, pointing at the thing in Wednesday's hand. It had a bit of yellow on it, but was black and white for the most part.

Wednesday tossed it into the bin, answering the question without words. This continued for quite a while, though they only ended up with seven onesies, three pares of pants, one shirt and a whopping ten bodysuits.

They were about to enter the checkout line when something sparked Wednesday's interest. In the far corner of the store was the stuffy section. Most of them were bright colours the blinded the pour girl, but tucked away on the far right hand side was a black sheep. It's fuzzy fur looked fresh and new, clearly he had beady black eyes, the only colour on him was his red collar.

Wednesday threw herself against the straps of her stroller, making Enid look down in surprise. "Stop that," she hissed to the younger girl.

"Sheep!" Wednesday couldn't control herself. She had no clue what was happening. She was tucked in the back of her own mind as someone else took over, same as what had happend during the tantrum. "MAMA, SHEEP!" She screamed out, feeling her eyes fill up with liquid. Why in the world was she doing this. Why did she call Enid mama again. Why in the world did she have NO control.

Enid seemed to see the sheep now, and her brain also seemed to be piecing together the control loss, as she knew Wednesday would never willingly call her mama. "Do you want the sheep?"

"Dah!"

"Can we ask nicely?"

"Pwese!" The little girl looked up at her roommate, a gient frown over all her features.

"Okay." Enid left the stroller, running over to grab the sheep before coming back, making sure Wednesday couldn't cause any trouble.

They paid for the stuffed animal and clothes before leaving the shop. Enid pushed the stroller over to another second hand shop. "Do you want a pacifier? You don't have all your teeth yet so it might be nice."

Wednesday was far to busy playing with her sheep to respond, while her teenage self tried to get themselves out of the locked off box they were trapped in.

Enid grabbed a black Paci off the baby section, vowing to wash it when she got home. Second hand shops were nice, but not always clean. She also took a few toys, and a little plastic dagger she found, knowing Wednesday would be all over that.

The woman at the till scanned the items. "Would you like a bag?"

"Yes please."

Enid tucked the bag under the stroller, watching as the lady smiled and waved goodbye. Next on her list...dippers. She didn't know if Wednesday would need them, but some mother mode buried deep inside her told her to get them. She wandered around until she came to the Walmart, pushing Wednesday inside.

The girl had finally pulled her brain out of the gutter. The stuffed sheep still tucked between her pale nuckles as they moved forward through the shop. "Enid, why are we in dis helltwap of a store?"

Enid pushed her into the baby isle. "Not saying."

"Do say."

"Nope, you won't like it."

Well that just lead her to need the knowledge more. She starred at her bear feet, watching as each toe moved per her command.

Enid attempted to make the grab quick and unnoticed by her roommate, but Wednesday's quick eyes caught as the black pull-ups were shoved under her. "No."

"Darn it- Wednesday it's just for the nights! You don't even need to use them if it turns out they aren't needed!"

"I says no."

Enid ignored her, pushing on and over to where she had seen some cute shoes. "It's not up for discussion."

They tested maultipule shoes, and eventually Enid chose three pairs and walked over to self-checkout, not wanting a tantrum about who knows what.

When they had paid, Enid took the tags off the gray onesie, some little flats and a sweater they had gotten, leaving the stroller outside as she went into the bathrooms to change Wednesday.

"Can you stop wiggling please," she asked the little girl, attempting to get her arm into the sleeve. Wednesday was plain out humiliated as she was stripped and put into new clothes by her best friend, who, to make matters worse, didn't even seem phased.

Finally with the onesie on, Enid put on the shoes, doing up the little band that kept it on your foot. "Here let's get you in the jacket."

Said jaket happed to have little blue poke dots all over it, only the background was black. Wednesday shot Enid a death glare as it was put on her and zipped up.

"One problem and the nappie is coming out," Enid huffed as she put her friend back.

They deemed the day complete, and Enid called an Uber to take them back to Nevermore. The stroller they had gotten luckily was a car seat in itself, therefor all Enid had to do was buckle it onto the car when it pulled up and they were off.

"You her mom?" The woman driving the car asked, watching as Wednesday starred at seemingly nothing.

"Haha. No, I'm her guardian though," technically the fiddle was true, as no one else was looking after the little girl.

"Mmm. Life's getting pretty tough looking after kids these days, I have a little one myself, he's four and the price of any stuffed animal! It's about sixty bucks for those fancy ones they like, squishmellows."

"Mmm. I'm lucky, have about two hundred stuffed animals of my own, so she could just go through that."

The woman shot her a suprised look. "How in the world do you have that many?!"

"I'm a collector. I have some that are multiple hundreds of dollars, some thousands. I don't buy em myself. Everyone knows I do it, so every birthday I get loads of em. And at second hand shops, no one knows."

"Mmm, I always think about going to those, but you never know what quality you are gonna get."

"I just do the average rundown. Just look for holes, you can wash it when you get home, if your doing stuffed animals you can check for missing hair clumps."

"Fair."

Wednesday got bored of her own thoughts, tuning in on the conversation. "She has a howl unicown cowection," she said, seeming rather pissed or exited at this. Enid knew it was the first.

"Really?" The girl turned on the average child voice, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes. I pwefer twaxidermy, I do ma own stuffings."

The woman's mouth opened lightly and she blinked a few times, looking at Enid for an explanation.

"I help her obviously," she rushed, not wanting to seem irresponsible. "She's very...dark."

"I would say so. How old is she?"

"Umm, just turned two."

Wednesday huffed and crossed her arms, mad that Enid had stated the age she looked and not her actual one. "I'm sixtween!"

The woman laughed. "Oh she's so cute."

"Yup," Enid replied, shooting the girl in the backseat a glare. Wednesday shot a much worse one back, though it didn't look too bad on her childish face.

"Okay here we are," the woman said, pulling into the Nevermore parking lot.

"Thank you!" Enid hopped out of the car while Wednesday attempted to undo her seatbelt. The blond went into the back, just taking the seat out with her friend in it.

Wednesday let out a disturbingly loud shriek, causing Enid to almost drop her. "Wednesday! Stop!" She leveled out her balance, delighted that Wednesday didn't start sobbing.

"Okay...let's go try and explain this."