WARNING: Read Huggy Wuggy | Poppy Playtime x male reader first if you haven't already.
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15 years after the tragic inci...
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The heavy showers of winter have picked up again, and the dark clouds remains and hovered above the average populated city. Rainwater trickled into the depths of the storm drain and branches followed suit as they were slashed to pieces by the stormy wind. The rain which continued to flow into the darkness made splashing noises as it cascaded away from the surface. The odd rumbles of thunder made it look more ominous, more sinister as it remains in it's place, underneath the pavement in the neighborhood. And as a small queue of traffic passed by, the cars splashed through the puddles and caused more rain to spill into the storm drain...
(Y/N) was getting ready for work. The long Shift. Possibly the downside of applying for this job in the first place. But you liked your job anyway. As you were putting on your jacket, you then received a phone call.
"Hello?" (Y/N) answered. "Hi (Y/N), it's me Bertha. Listen. There's been a change of Rota. Everybody's going out for dinner this evening. Do you wanna come?" Bertha asked. (Y/N) pulled up the jacket over your shoulders and replied: "sure. What's the occasion?" (Y/N) asked. "Mike's leaving. He's going abroad." Bertha replied. "Abroad? Abroad Where?" (Y/N) asked. Your curiosity got the better of you. "Well that's what we're going to find out soon. Anyways. Your shift has been cut to 5. This will give you plenty of time to get changed. So. Are you up for it?" Bertha asked. "Yeah. I'd like that. Thanks, Bertha!" (Y/N) exclaimed. "You're welcome. See you at Moira's Brunswick tonight!" Bertha replied. "You bet." (Y/N) said and ended the call.
Well. That's something to look forward to this evening. At least you don't have to work the long shift. "Happy days!" (Y/N) exclaimed.
The Storm was slowly beginning to cease. The wind just slightly calmed down, only minorly. It was still tackling the bushes like a football. Swooping leaves off the ground and then they all disband and disappeared into what seems like an endless shower of rain. The lighting brattled the sky very, very briefly from time to time. Fallen twigs were seen floating in the streams, travelling among the footpath. And when they arrived to the corner of the road, they sink deep into the depths of the storm drain... with a horrible smell emerging from the pit of darkness.
7 hours later...
(Y/N) changed into a beautiful, gorgeous red rose dress. Sparkling with glitter, dangled with jewelry around your neck, how can anyone not deny your attention? Anyway. As you were getting ready to go out, you then got a notification coming from your phone. You opened it up and clicked on it. Someone from your group chat just texted. "Hey. You coming to the dinner tonight?". It was from Abigail. Your work colleague. "Yeah. I'm all ready. What about you? Are you coming tonight?" you replied to her text. "No. I can't come." Abigail replied. "How come? You love going out for dinners." (Y/N) replied. "I..." Abigail texted, forgetting to fill in her answer then it took her ten minutes to come back.
"What? What's up?" (Y/N) asked. Then, you waited another 5 minutes before she got back to you.
"You don't know?" Abigail asked. "Don't know what?" (Y/N) asked. "ok, you might find this hard to believe, but let me tell you first." Abigail added. "ok. I'm listening." (Y/N) said.
"So... I was asked to watch and walk the dog whilst my parents were away." Abigail said. "It was only for a couple of days. They were out for a weekend out together." she added. "uh huh. I'm following." (Y/N) added. "2 days ago, it was a bright Saturday afternoon. I'd decided to take the dog out for a walk." "ok." (Y/N) texted. "Then something weird had happened." Abigail added. "oh. Now I'm intrigued." (Y/N) typed.
"There is this street. Called, Caller Street." "Ok, what is so weird about the street?" (Y/N) asked. "There was this... storm drain around the corner. At first, I'd ignored it. But then..." "I started hearing Eliza..." Abigail texted.
"Eliza? She's--" (Y/N) was about to speak. "dead. I know." Abigail added. You gulped with concern. You don't know what's happening right now. "Abigail. Are you ok?" (Y/N) texted her.
"Well, to be honest with you, my head hasn't been in the best of places recently." She replied. "Really? What's been going on?" (Y/N) asked. "Well, truth be told, there have been moments where I have gone out in my head with a plan to do something. And then I would... return to my senses. Because, uh what's the word I'm looking for? no. wait. I've bottled it, I've bottled it." (Y/N) slowly pulled away from your phone for a moment and raised your eyebrow. "you've had a plan to do what exactly? I'm confused?" (Y/N) texted back.
10 minutes of silence followed
"I've been hearing Eliza telling me to kill her killer. To punish it for what it did to her." Abigail replied. (Y/N) rubbed the palm of your hand against your forehead and sighed momentarily. "What?" "No what, it doesn't matter. I know I sound like a completely retarded fantasist." Abigail added. "It's ok. It's ok. Your head is all over the place. Do you want me to come over to yours tonight instead?" (Y/N) texted. "No no, no no. Don't you dare waste time spending with a lunatic like me. Go out enjoy yourself." Abigail text back. "Look. Are you sure? Because I don't mind." (Y/N) replied. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Go. Enjoy the evening meal. You can tell me all about it after. ok?" Abigail typed.
"fine, I'll go. But I ain't letting this slip. You understand? I just want to make sure that you're ok." (Y/N) texted. "I'll be ok. Enjoy your night out." Abigail replied. "Thanks. I'll text you later." (Y/N) typed. "bye." Abigail replied.
