▃▃ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐀 ◝
❝why would you need to be anywhere but here with your family?❞
↠ in which she dies but wakes up as her eight year old self with a family who've begun to act strangely.
✧ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂
yandere males & y/n
✧˖*°࿐ 𝐁𝐎𝐎�...
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I - To Make Things Right -
Peeling her eyes open the now little girl took in a large intake of air and held it. Her heart, which was far from steady, continued to thump against her rib cage in a way that was ferocious and unrelenting. It made her dizzy — that along sitting herself up when her body had yet to fully gain consciousness.
Without wasting a second longer, Y/n placed a hand above the area on her head in which she last remembered had been the spot in which she landed head first on. But was surprised to see that there wasn't any pain throbbing from the skin, and that instead it was perfectly fine.
As if what had happened never did in the first place.
Which in itself was an anomaly that shouldn't be possible. For she very vividly remembers tripping on that tree root and ultimately knocking herself out with the fall.
It made her wonder why she wasn't face first in the dirt right now, and when she pondered over that tensed immensely at the next question.
If she's not in the dirt, then... where is she?
The girl snapped her head from left to right, squinting her eyes in the process for her still waking body to focus better. She felt something in one of her eyes and motioned her hand upwards to wipe it out — and then froze when she saw her hand through blurry eyes.
"Huh?" Quickly wiping out whatever it was that was in her eye she blinked a few times repeatedly up until she could see clearly.
And then stared at the size of her now extremely small hands.
She remembers not having the biggest of hands compared to her guy friends, but this was definitely not how small they were.
Flipping them palm up and then back facing she gaped dumbfounded.
"What the—" She squeaked at the sound of her voice and tightly screwed both of her lips together.
"What the..." She tried again, and then felt something akin to the dread mixed confusion built in her chest. "...Fuck?"
Her voice had become higher pitched and childlike. Similar to how she normally sounds, but many years younger.
That added onto the fact that her hands were not their normal size and was beginning to paint a picture of the situation she was in.
And she was not at all happy about it.
She tried to convince herself that the room she had just woken up in was not the room she grew up in. Nope, definitely not. This place had been burned down a year after she'd moved out after becoming an adult. Her childhood home was gone, turned to ash and blown away in the wind never to return.
Yet here she was. Inside a room that was an exact replica of one that doesn't exist anymore. And she was curious.
Ripping her blankets off from around her tiny frame she dangled her legs off the edge of her bed and hopped down. The height difference gave her vertigo — or perhaps it was standing up so abruptly that did.
