An angel-doll that wakes up, its core and halo burning with anxiety.
Its halo yearns to push it to action, to hypervigilance, to trying to do anything it can to prove itself "worthy", to prove it has worth, to make entities see it, that their praise could validate its existence-
Through the blistering, deafening screaming of its halo, it thinks of its witch.
Through the blistering, deafening screaming, it manages a message, typed out in text -
'today isnt a good day, Miss. can this one call you?'
She calls first.
Her voice Stills it.
Its anxiety doesn't diminish, but -
She helps bear it through the storm.