Who Are You?

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Y/n pov.

I woke up before baggie did . And so my morning started I got up made sure that the matress looked atleast half decent . After that I decided that I I needed to make some breakfast .

I got some eggs that I had in my half-working fridge that I had to build. I turned on the stove and started working on our breakfast . I was so fixated on making breakfast that I didn't notice a special someone waking up from their sleep.

As I continued to make breakfast the person continued on their sneaky mission on scaring me shitless. I turned around to grab some salt and was frightened down to my bones when I noticed that baggie over here was leaning over my shoulder looking at how I was making the food . I smilled at baggie and decided to be the one to start the conversation .

"So how was your sleep" I asked them "it was okay" they wispered softly . Their voice was sturdy but soft . I turned back to making breakfast and they continued to watch me.

"what are you making ?" "I'm making some eggs" they hummed in approval. I snickered lightly.

I flipped the eggs and turned the stove off. I took out a few plates and placed the eggs on them. I crouched down and got a few forks. I gave one to baggie and placed the plate with eggs into his hands.

He walked over to my bed, sat down and started to eat his eggs. I also did sat down but instead of sitting on the bed i sat on my nice and by now cold mattress. The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable minute by minute.

I looked over to baggie and he had already finished his eggs. I placed my plate down on my mattress and took his plate from his hands "would you like anything else?" i questioned him.

"ah no thank you" i turned around and took the plate over to the sink. After that i got back to my food and continued to eat it.

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I literally have nothing better to do bet yet i still am too lazy to update this trash 💀. Good lords have mercy on me i am so close to deleting this thing i call responsibility ✨

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