Cool Madison!

"How do you feel?" Regina asked eagerly. Madison leaned back against the kitchen counter and thought for a second.

"Good," she said. "Different."

They stared at her, waiting for more details, but she just shrugged. Regina crossed the room and reached out to touch her shoulder. Madison, her mild and vaguely condescending smirk never wavering, batted her friend's hand away.

"Nope," she said to a shocked Regina.

"But I was just gonna-"

"Watch me turn myself into fuckin' Furiosa, then try to provoke me?" Madison interrupted. "Fuckin' stupid."

Ross cleared his throat, giving her ample to time to continue before he spoke. "Sorry, I guess we were just... I don't know. We want to know if it's different now. Or like, can you describe-"

Madison adopted an exaggerated smile and pitched up her voice. "Oh, gosh, baby! Do you miss your manic pixie dream golem already?" Her smile collapsed and her eyes went steely. "You don't get to eyefuck me and interrogate me at the same time. Choose one."

"Holy shit," Regina said in awe. Madison ignored her as Ross stammered.

"O- ok," he said shakily. "I'll- I'm sorry, I didn't m-"

"And I'll tell you how it feels. When I woke up I had the personality of some dead high school bimbo. My dad dies and my mom turns that personality to warm mush because it reminds her of dad, then sends me away to college just to get me away from her."

"Huh, I never thought of it from the golem's perspective," Regina said thoughtfully.

"No shit," Madison replied with a withering glare before she turned to Ross and continued, her steely gaze once again trained on his irises. "And then you came along, and you made me a little more... yours. Little by little, you chipped away at me."

"You- you asked to me to!" Ross said. His back bumped against the wall.

"I did and I'll ask again if I want." Madison was close now, her cool eyes inches from his. "I don't care. Now, after a brief stint as some kind of sexy gamer girl for this dumbass, I get to be something completely new. Not something you made, you or my parents or Regina or some fuckin' technician. Not even that old bubbleheaded slut who got pancaked. I get to be what I decide to be."

Regina stared in stunned silence as Madison grabbed Ross's cock through his cheap jeans and put a hand on his shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

"Regina, you were just leaving, weren't you?" she growled. She hadn't stopped staring directly into Ross's eyes for over a minute and he felt the beginnings of an anxiety attack. Regina was already moving towards the door, stammering weakly. She mumbled something about being late for class and fled, slamming the door behind herself. Ross slipped away from Madison and stumbled backwards. She adopted a more neutral pose and put her hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

"Hey, I didn't mean to scare you-"

"Pat!" Ross shouted into the bedroom spontaneously, his voice quavering with barely-restrained panic. "Pat! Uh, can you come in here?"

He continued to call out for Pat until he noticed the weird smirk on Madison, who was leaning against the counter again. "Pat's a little busy."

"Look, I know you're angry..." Ross began, and was surprised when she laughed.

"I'm not angry!" she said. Her her eyes fixed on his again, the mirth in her features vanishing. "No, I'm horny. Trust me, you'll know angry when you see it. Right now it's time for you to get in bed and find out what it's like when Madison calls the shots."