015 Bonding

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A/N I've been struggling a while with this chapter, bc of the small-ish plot I made for it, so if it doesn't make sense or is too short I'm sorry!! (Definitely some fannon shit in here lmfao I'm sorry-)

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The front man left me in this pent house while he went out to handle-business. There's absolutely nothing to do here! Maybe I should look around, who would it hurt?

I got up from sitting on the couch, and walked around for a bit. I walked all the way back to that long hallway with the elevator. I stood at the entrance, the gold light from the chandelier made the room look like a bank. I looked around, and the hallway had doors on each side of the walls. I walked up and went to the first door on the left, I stared at it for a while before opening it.

I put my hand on the handle and turned it. It opened to the room, and I walked in, the room was in the same color palette as the rest of this pent house. I walked in more, and there was a suit stand, with a weird ass diamond bunny mask. I went up to it, it was real diamonds. I put my hand up to the mask, and felt them. They were sharp, but couldn't cut you. I pulled my hand back, and looked down at the suit, it was a maroon with a grey tie. I put my hand to the sleeve and felt the soft cotton. Who's ever this was, sure had to be special.

I looked back out into the room, there was nothing else to explore, so I left. I quietly shut the door behind me, and the elevator door chimed. So much for me looking in the other rooms.

I stepped away from the door so it didn't look suspicious, and out he came. The front man walked in and saw me just standing there in the middle of this long hallway. He walked up to me and tilted his head in confusion. I tried to hide the guilty look from snooping off my face, but it was too late-he knew already.

He grabbed my hand and took me back to the couch. He sat me down and followed my actions. He pulled his hood off, and took his mask off with it. There's no point in keeping it on in front of me anymore. I already know what he looks like.

He looked at me for a minute before speaking,

"You where looking around, correct?"

I only nodded, I kept my eyes away from his. I don't know why, but I felt guilty for doing it.

"What did you find?" He asked, he put his hand on my thigh as he asked.

I swallowed the little saliva I had left, and confessed,

"I saw a weird-bunny suit-thing." That's all I could get out, I didn't know how to describe it to him.

"Bunny-suit-thing?" He echoed. I nodded.

"Oh, that's just the old host's outfit. You don't have to worry about seeing that. It's going to be yours soon anyway."

I finally looked up to him I was still worried, but I wanted to know why.

"It will be mine soon? What do you mean?" I asked.

He smiled at me, but it wasn't that sincere smile I like, it was darker. I let my lips go thin as he held that smile to me.

"You will become the new host after this year, that is-if you manage to not mess anything up."

I looked away from his sinister grin.

"New host? Like what the old one told me in the note?" I asked, my eyes now resting on my lap.

"Yes, if you manage to do everything right here, follow our rules, they might consider making you the new host!" He said, he picked his hand up off my thigh, and threw his hands up as he ended his sentence.

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