𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙧

whoa whoa this is the last oneshot before my one week break!!! whoa!!!
susan woodings x reader (unedited lol point out any mistakes pls im suffering)
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Something hit your ears.

It took you a second to realize it wasn't a solid thing and simply the microphones being plugged in, the sound only decipherable to dogs. Your eardrums felt like they were bleeding as you glared at the culprit, a curly haired boy who was currently staring at you like he'd just been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

"Chris!" You groaned over the pitched ringing still echoing through your ears.

"How's my favorite customer?" He squeaked nervously, limbs fumbling together as he clambered off the stage and towards you. "Where's the little guy?"

"He's right–" You glanced to your side, surprised to find you were simply looking at the red tinted floor of the restaurant and not a jittery five year old. "–God, that kid."

Chris glanced from side to side, lips twisting in a nervous half smile. "If I help you find him, will you not beat me up for breaking your eardrums for the fifth time this week?"

"Maybe." You hissed through your clenched teeth, ducking your head under the diner tables in an attempt to find your younger brother. Instead, you found an assortment of chewed up gum that stuck to the bottom of the tables like stars and several other wrappings of no use to you.

"He must have gone to the employees only area." Chris chimed and your head cracked against the edge of the table with how fast it poked back up. He winced for you, watching you carefully clutch the back of your head before hobbling over to him.

You grabbed his shoulder, wheeling him towards the door and gesturing for him to open it. He did with much reluctance, showing you the unnaturally white hallway on the other side. Pictures of the Showstoppers clung to the wallpaper, watching you walk by with lifeless eyes.

For once, you were glad it was just before opening time so you didn't have a cacophony of children screaming and laughing ringing through your already pulsing ears. The only reason you were allowed in there at the time was because of Chris, who was trailing at your heels like a dog in wait of commands.

Eventually, a familiar, childish voice floated out of a slightly open door that bled amber light, and you hesitantly pushed it open.

A familiar boy was seated on a desk, legs dangling above the ground and feet stretching to touch the floor. Beside him, a much taller woman stood, light brown hair dripping down her shoulders and flipping behind her back whenever she turned her head.

You were the reason her head turned this time, and you leaned against the doorway as you tried to formulate the words to speak. Vowels and consonants had vanished from your throat as soon as you clapped eyes on her, but luckily, Chris came to the rescue of your suddenly muted self.

"Hey, Susan!" He waved with a smile that made his lips curve ever so slightly. "Hey, little guy."

Your little brother jumped to the floor, a muffled thump erupting from under his feet as he rushed towards you both and tugged on your hand. This seemed like a signal to your lungs to start working, because the next thing you knew, words were flying out of your mouth. "What did I tell you about running off?"

"That I shouldn't." He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth in shame. "But Ms Susan is really cool!"

The woman herself cleared her throat, extending a hand that glinted with an oily sheen towards you. "I don't believe we've met. Susan Woodings, nice to meet you."

Your mouth went dry as you nodded mutely, trying to come up with the air to say your own name. Chris pinched your elbow, sharply dragging you back to the moment. You pinched the side of his chest before finally speaking.