꒰👁️꒱ 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Awesome Artist 》N × Stressed + Artist + Chubby!Reader

StrawTheScarecrow
Also, thanks for the plot! It makes my writing easier💙

••••••••••••••••3rd Pov•••••••••••••••••

The house seemed vacant. That usually attracts burglars and...other things- and that's exactly what it did. Living in Mandela County is very dangerous for the typical human being. Anything can just slip into your house and you'll most likely be dead by the mormorning. Some people paid no mind to that and just did things that they liked to do, such as drawing. That was your favorite thing to do..

The floor boards creeked under the monster's weight. Even though it tried to stay silent, it couldn't. The house seemed to be old, but that didn't stop it from progressing- looking for a victim to manipulate or sink their teeth into. It listened for sounds, anything it give a signal that a human was inside. But, to no avail, there was complete silence. The beast still continued on through the house until they were met with stairs. It looked the stairs up and down, showing a bit of hesitation before it started to climb up.
Surprisingly, the steps didn't make a sound. They seemed sturdy than the rest of the house. At the top, there was a long, dark hallway that had two doors on each side. One of the doors had a faint light shining from beneath. The being started to creep towards the door before it heard a grunt of anger.

•••••••••N's POV•••••••••

I heard someone grunt angerly inside the lit up room. I really wanted to see who made that sound. Hopefully it is a human so I can give them MAD. I reached for the door knob and twisted it softly. Not a sound was made, so I opened the door a bit and slipped inside the room. My figure went unnoticed as the person sat at a desk. I crouched down and crawled over to their swivel chair. I was about to attack, but something caught my eye on the corner. "What is that?" I thought. I crawled over to the little balls of white and picked one up. "Could it be paged food?" I unwrapped the item, and it had a drawing on it. It was beautiful lady on a broom with a cat. She also had a big, pointy hat on her head. Her hair looked fluffy like a cloud. Something inside me smiled. I picked up another piece of the white wrap and opened it up. This time is was a drawing of a moon and the sea. It looked very nice. Why would someone discard of these heavenly drawings? I picked up another, but I heard a gasp from behind me.

••••Your POV••••

I had thrown a couple pages on the ground and released a sigh. The feeling if not being alone in my house wasn't helping with drawing. I was feeling so on edge. "Maybe I need a break from drawing.." I though to myself. I sighed and turned to face a corner of the room. There, hunched over, stood a large humanoid thing. Its skin was as white as paper, and it was rummaging through my discarded papers!! I gasped a quickly stood up from my chair. The beasts head whipped around towards me. Its eyes were wide, so were Its pupils. "IS THIS AN ALTERNATE!? I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST A MYTH!" I screamed in my head as I backed myself up against the wall. The thing then grabbed my papers and scurried out of my room, leaving the door wide open....

••••4 weeks later••••

I sat here in my room once again, scribbling away at my worn out paper. I've been trying to draw the thing I saw that night for hours, and instead of sitting on my chair I sat on the floor. Over the past weeks I've noticed that my thrown away art has been taken. I'm hoping that I just misplaced it. And the thing that I saw the night before was just my imagination. My wrist is hurtinb and my head is pounding from all the pressure. "Why can't I be good at art? That's all I ask for!!" I say out loud. I feel my eyes starting to tear up. "I only want to be able to draw in a style that I love!" I shout. Tears roll down my rosey cheeks as I hear rushed footsteps coming up the stairs. If I can't be good at the thing I used to love, then why would it matter if I got killed my some alternate?? My door suddenly swings open, revealing a tall 'person' standing in the doorway. It cautiously walked up to me and behind me. I heard it sit down as I started historically crying. I felt two strong arms wrap around my stomach and pull my backwards. I was too upset and scared to even scream out.
My breath hitched as I felt it lay its head on my shoulder. "Y-you're not gonna hurt me?" I asked hesitantly. It shakes its head 'no', a sigh of release escapes me. One of its arms let go of me and reaches for a paper and pen. I then see it scribble something down. It then hands me the paper for me to read it. "Sorry. I prefer not to talk. Also, why are you crying?" I read aloud in a teary voice. "I'm crying because...I'm really bad at drawing. When I was young I wanted to become a (....) but since I'm really bad at art, I don't see that happening.. It just feels like my life is collapsing around me.." I explain as the alternate rubs my stomach comfortingly. It nodded and licked the side of my face. "Thank you for listening.." I say softly. It wrote a 'you're welcome' on the paper. I pulled me back from onto itself. I felt my eyes becoming droopy. The drawing, adrenaline, and crying has made me tired. As I doze off I hear a soft,

"goodnight my little artist~"

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Surprisingly I wrote 1021 words! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little story. I enjoyed writing it! Bye❤