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@disneyanddisneyships I’m ruining my own day

“That must be so confusing for a little girl”

Summary: Just.. Emilia coming to terms with everything at a young age. (Part one)

TW for sensitive topics mentioned in this fic. This wasn’t easy to write for me.

Emilia knew from the start that she was born a privileged young girl. She knew that she could get everything she wanted handed to her on a silver platter if she asked for it. She had the life of a paradise. Her parents are two well-known overlords in hell, and she had connections with the other overlords as well. Take the overlord of adult films and fashion for an example. Not to mention, her mother’s best friend was the overlord of love, who married the radio demon himself, which was ironic because her father was Vox, the man who hated the radio demon more than hell itself.

She was never born a regular demon. She wasn’t a regular hellborn that popped up from her mother’s womb. She was made by the bare hands of the people who raised her. She was made a robot— a machine. An exceptional being who could perform almost anything she sets her mind to. If she wanted to learn different languages, she could do it. If she wanted to study the field of medicine, she’d have a PHD right now. If she wanted to learn baking, her pastries would be the most delicious ones in all of hell. She can be anything, and she could do it all at once. After all, she’s a machine. She’s destined to perform. To work.

Being a robot also meant that she was perfect. Physically, she could keep her figure, she’d never age, she would always stay as flawless as she could be. Every feature on her face, perfectly crafted by her parents, made just as what they had in mind.. and what compliments such a perfect woman more than a perfect life?

She was the daughter of a successful CEO. One of the most powerful overlords. She had everything in the palm of her hands. All the latest fashions of clothing, all the technological devices, all the opportunities of what side job she gets to do aside from running the tech company when the time arrives.. all the fame, all the admirers. It was perfect. It is perfect.

Correction; not-so perfect.

Emma has gained consciousness of everything that’s been going on around her as she got older. Including the way the cameras move towards her the second she steps out of her limo, or the way they would move further down as she takes a single step. The people chanting her name over and over as each of them rush in front of her asking questions she would often answer gracefully, just as she’d been taught. Seeing her name on every article because her very existence has been proven to be newsworthy.

She didn’t hate it, but she wouldn’t say it was comfortable.

She turned thirteen, and she just received her first fan letter. To say that she was excited, was an understatement. She always loved receiving support from her fans. They’ve always been with her, outside her window, swarming in her front yard. Surely, that has to be a good thing since they’d always be happy to see her.

It was a busy night, and she was in a hurry. She’d just stepped out from school and a bunch of people surrounded her like she was a tourist attraction. She just assumed being Vox’s daughter just.. makes her a celebrity. A man in a green shirt wearing glasses, seemingly in his 30’s, had approached her, screaming her name with full enthusiasm. By the time Emma turned around to face him, a letter was being held to her face.

She could remember him shouting his affections at her, his voice passionate.

“Emma!! I love you more than anything!! Please take the token of my affections!!”

Emma, the thirteen year old robot that she is, took the letter because she felt it rude to reject him. Even with her bodyguards pushing him away, she insisted that she would give him the chance to give her a present. She told him that it was kind of him to take the time to write her something, even if she didn’t know him, she felt appreciated. A fan used their valuable time for her. It was sweet.

She couldn’t help but read it as soon as she got into the limo. She wanted to see what he had written for her.

“It’s always been a fantasy of mine to get you alone, I’d love to see you stripping down and getting on your knees for me. I think you’d look cute in a lingerie, too. I’ve always pictured you in it, unconscious and clueless while I fuck your brains out. I hope I can get to do it, it’ll be my dream come true!”

She put down the letter before she could read the rest of it. One of her bodyguards asked her if she was doing alright, noticing her expression as she put the paper down. She kept a fake smile, telling them that the letter was too heartfelt for her to read all the way through. It was a dumb excuse on her part, but he believed it.

She spent days thinking about what he said in that letter. How she thought it was sweet of him to give her a present only for it to be a letter expressing his dark, twisted fantasies. She never mentioned the letter to her parents, she hid it from her sister. She felt it was to silly of her to tell people that she’s scared and uncomfortable. It was only a letter. He never did it.

As more time passed, she began to realize it wasn’t only him that had the same thoughts. Every day, the media had various things to say about her. Everything about her became a topic on the internet. Her father just told her it was typical behavior for people on social media, so she tried her best to shrug it all off and ignore all of them. Sometimes she sneaks a peek at the comments and posts about her.

“Honestly, being pretty is all she has that’s likable about her.”

“She’s overrated, and I’m not sorry for saying that. She’s too pretty to run a tech company. She should become a stripper like her mom.”

“She should put those hips to good use”

“Why are some people feeling bad for her? She’s literally a robot. There’s no way she has feelings. Rich people nowadays think they have it rough. Emma’s a machine made by a billionaire. You should stop sympathizing with her.”

Emma pondered about the last statement for a long while. It’s not like they were lying, she is a robot. She’s a machine. A mindless, emotionless object that lives to serve and please those around her. Someone to entertain people. Not to mention, she was made by none other than Vox himself— Vox and Mal. While other demons beg for scraps on the street, trying to survive and avoid getting killed by ruthless exterminators every year, she gets to sleep on a nice, warm bed in her father’s tower. While other hellborns have to earn their way for a moment in her shoes, she gets everything handed to her. Everything she wanted would be made possible by her parents in a snap of their fingers. So why should she bother resenting the life she has?

It was just one letter. The first of many she kept on receiving. Surely, it didn’t matter how many cameras are pointed at her thighs if it meant she’d get to have the life most people would kill to have. Surely it wouldn’t matter having to stay perfect as the prying eyes of the media watches your every move, waiting, biding their time to look for a single fault in how you talk, how you act, how you move.. if your life is as perfect as it is in the pictures.

“Other people have it worse. Just suck it up and give them a smile.” She’d often whisper to herself. “They love a good smile.”

She’d put in her years of training to good use, even at times when she’s free to act as she pleases, she can’t help but perform.

Emilia got older, and despite being a machine, she felt things that only humans and regular hellborns felt. She felt a lot of things, and like many people, she feared it. She feared she would start acting out of order. She feared being messy. She was afraid that after all the hard work she put into never letting anyone else see a flaw.. she would falter.

And like many people, she also felt love. Which was odd, because things like her never felt this way. Sure, she loves her parents. She loves her sister. Her friends. But that was already a given. They were family. They cared for her, treated her like someone important despite being what she is.

Growing up, she had many suitors in line for her, determined to win her hand for her looks and money. She might be a robot, but she’s not a fool. Everyday she’d find a way to refuse them without coming off as a total bitch, as many would say. Although she never liked any of them, she still wants to save her image.

But.. there was this one boy in particular she had heart eyes for; Theodore Hartfelt.

Son of the radio demon and Aponi Wings. A friend she knew since she was a little girl. Everyday he’d come over to her place with that same sweet smile she knew all too well. Something about him just radiated warmth.. belonging.. love. She might be exaggerating but Theodore had the ability to turn every dull thing in her life into something magical. She never thought board games were as interesting as people say until she saw the glint in his eyes whenever she would tell him that she’d be happy to play with him.

She fell hard for this boy. Sometimes a little too hard that it’s everything she wrote in her diary. If you can’t express your feelings for a special someone, just write it down. They’ll never know.

“I don’t know how much longer I can fight these feelings. Everytime I think I’ve gotten over him, he becomes the best thing that’s ever happened in my day. Everytime I try to erase how I truly felt about him, hell becomes a little bit of a better place because he’s in it.”

She did ask for a reason to move on and rip her heart out of her chest for the reason that he filled it. She never expected there would be one, until she started to notice him getting close to another girl, her name was Alicia.

Everything just fell apart inside of her as she watched Alicia kiss him for the first time. She’d stolen that kiss from her. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. But then again, she’s a robot. She shouldn’t be feeling this way in the first place. She’s not normal. He deserved someone who could actually feel emotions, instead of a girl who thinks a machine can actually love. How could she be so blind? He deserved so much better than her. Even the people would say so. How pathetic would he have been if he fell inlove with a robot. She loved him too much to give him that kind of humiliation.

She started going out with another boy to keep her heart out of Theodore’s grasp. Maybe it was the right thing to do.

It wasn’t. No matter what she does, it’ll never be right. The media started to invade her private life more often, wanting to see how Emilia Carrington is in a relationship. Is she a prude around her boyfriend? Or is she good in the bedroom? Does she really love him, or is she just paying him to date her? What did she ever see in him? Why couldn’t she date someone else instead? This relationship is too performative.

It was the same thing everyday. People saying that her boyfriend deserved better than her, someone who can’t even love. Everyday, the press always has something to say about her, about her parents, her friends, her love life.. no matter what she does, there’s still people who will never be satisfied.

Again. She was a machine. Unfortunately, knowing that very fact, her boyfriend took it as an advantage. Three months into their relationship, he started hitting her.

She never had bruises, so it seemed like everything was fine. She never told anyone. The thought of people treating her like some delicate flower who needs to be taken care of makes her uncomfortable. Not that she liked being hurt, but she also wanted to handle things on her own. She never told anyone anything, not even the countless conversations they had that raised red flags.

“I’d love to come over to your house sometime. Maybe we could have a sleepover!” She exclaimed, excitement filling her by just thinking about spending time with him. “We could watch those horror movies you like.. and before you can say anything, I can handle a few jumpscares!”

However, he grimaced at the thought. “I’m not sure if a sleepover is a good idea, em.”

Emma frowned. “Why not?”

He sighs. “Em, think about it. A sleepover would mean it’s just the two of us in the same room.. on the same bed.”

“And..? I don’t see the problem. We could cuddle!” She tilts her head.

Another sigh came out of his mouth, one out of frustration. He laughs it off. “No offense, babe.. but you don’t know anything about men and how they operate.”

She looks at him in confusion, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He took her hands. “Listen, men have.. certain urges. One that involves… ya know.. doing it.” He shrugs, hoping she would understand.

“Oh.”

He continued. “If we end up with each other on the same bed.. alone.. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you. I know you don’t wanna do that yet— you’ve told me a bunch of times. So.. maybe we shouldn’t have sleepovers.”

Emma felt her robotic heart sinking to her stomach as she kept hearing his every word. She looked up at him after a moment of casting her eyes down. “Are.. all men like that?”

He nods. “Yep. It’s in our nature! We just can’t help it.”

She squints her eyes. “Theo isn’t like that. We have sleepovers all the time.”

He rolls his eyes at the mention of Theo’s name. “Well that’s because Theo isn’t into you. I am, and I can feel those urges around you.”

She pulls her hands away from his. “I’m sorry, that must be really uncomfortable to deal with.”

He kisses her cheek. “It is.”

And the dumb, naive robot that she is, she believed him. To be fair, her parents do make love a lot. Maybe they came to an agreement of some sort that her mother would always be there to.. relieve him. Maybe Theo was like that around Alicia. What if they’re doing it right now??

But her mother did say that it’s a bad thing if they force themselves onto another, so maybe her boyfriend was protecting her from that. Maybe they shouldn’t have sleepovers at all. Maybe they’re better off on dinner dates in public where everyone could see instead of the comfort of their own homes. Maybe that was for the better.

To this day, Emma still hated the thought of not knowing any better. She hated that she apologized for making him uncomfortable instead of telling him to control his “manly urges” and respect her boundaries if he really loved her. She hated it so much that she pictured an entire article about it in her head. “Emilia Carrington: Future head of VOXTEK and a spineless loser.”

‘I let him hit me. Why did I let him hit me?!’

Six months into their relationship, he broke it off with her, admitting to his infidelity. She always knew the day was coming, but she never expected it to be so soon. He was a jerk, an abusive asshole, and now, the icing on top of the cake, a cheater. She was just as confused as anyone else is on why she stayed for three more months. She could’ve broken up with him, but she waited for him to do it.

‘I’m such a stupid failure!’

In those moments, she couldn’t help but feel weak. Luckily, the media agrees with her.

“She could’ve left him if he was so abusive.”

“She’s a robot, she’s most likely faking emotions”

“Can you believe it? The future head of VOXTEK can’t even leave an abusive relationship!”

“It’s hell, bitch. What did she expect?”

And they got to her. Every time. Every word about her failed love life felt like daggers to her heart. They were piercing her, they were twisting the blade so they can rub her weakness on her face. Every single word.

She couldn’t afford to lose her pretty smile, not today.

Emilia was born a child of pure privilege, no one can deny that. A perfectly crafted machine made to satisfy people’s selfish greed of gossip, entertainment, and wealth. An object for one’s twisted desires. The future head of VOXTEK. Everyone was out of her league. No one could step up to her level. She is the sinners’ epitome of flawless. Perfection. She has what everyone wants. She could go out in a crop top and young girls would go out of their ways to create a “special diet” to achieve her waist. Some had healthy meals, some had none at all. It kept her up at night, reading the articles over and over again. Somehow, it made her feel like she was at fault for being artificial. For having a body that she can’t change.

She was artificial, she was perfect because of that. She’s been called many names. She was a spineless loser. She was a prude. She was a bitch. She was the top of her school. She was a machine made by a money-hungry overlord. She was a whore. She was a flawless goddess.

But one thing she’s never heard them call her, was a child.

#my baby needs a hug #part 2 in 2026 (I hate writer’s block)

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