simpbur x Y/N!

part one: you feel watched

  Here we have our lovely Y/N, h/c hair, e/c eyes, and a b/t body, we have a figure in the shadows, and this abandoned building, the building smells of rotten fish in the summer, witch so happens to be when our story takes place, a building reeking of rotten fish, with sunken, tired walls and old doorways on the brink of collapse from termites. it's Y/N's safe space, nobody quite knows why, but it's where she spends most if not all of her time, to the great pleasure of our shadow friend here, but we will get to him, for now, it's Y/N's time. She is sitting in a corner doing homework, she doesn't notice the pair of dark brown eyes staring at her from across the room, but she feels their gaze, she is used to it, she's felt it every time she's come here since she was 18, 7 years, it's been rather comforting, when she comes here to cry, the voice behind those eyes comforted her, the body possessing the voice and eyes cuddled her when she fell asleep in this building, she never paid any mind to it. Once the eyes disappeared, for the first time in 8 years, she felt alone. It was rather uncomfortable, to feel so alone in a place she always felt comforted, she hated it. Then, out of the blue, she was knocked out and oddly gently pulled into an expertly hidden trapdoor she was sitting in front of. The moment before she slipped into unconsciousness, she saw a pluff of dirty blond hair, lightly coated in dust.