SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Annabelle (Part 1)

TW: I think this was a request, NatMillie, nightmares, mentions of murder & self harm

Natalie promised to always be by Millie's side, no matter what.

So here she was, sitting with Millie as she sobbed beside her.

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Millie came home from the Cher rehearsals and joined her best friend in the living room.

"NATNAT!"

"Jesus Christ Millie, you scared the fuck out of me. Anyway, how was your day?"

"Lit."

"What's 'li-"

"Me and Dani were chatting, and now I want to watch Annabelle."

"Millie absolutely not. I don't want you traumatised for the next six months because Danielle told you to watch a movie I'm telling you not to watch. You know what you're like after you watch a scary movie, especially at night. Remember Coraline?"

"It seems good."

"You watched the trailer?"

"It wasn't that bad!"

"The trailer isn't meant to scare anyone. That's the point! Millie, you're falling for the trap!"

"What trap?"

"The film and the producers!"

"Come on, a film can't be that bad."

"Millie, your existence and happiness are very valuable to me. So much that if you get nightmares, I'll get nightmares. And no, I'm not ready to put myself through such emotional stress."

"But Nat, please," Millie stressed, giving her puppy eyes as she played with her fingers.

"Millie, not the look... Not the fucking look... MILLIE... Ugh, Christ. Fine, I'll let you watch one hour. Only one hour."

"YAY!

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Natalie's a smart girl. She never made bad decisions (prior to this, because this was one fucking bad decision).

"Millie... Millie? MILLIE THAT'S ENOUGH!" Natalie groaned, her heart breaking into smithereens as she watched Millie cry behind the cushions. She grabbed the remote and switched the TV off, throwing it somewhere aggressively (not the TV, the remote).

"Oh, Millie," she sighed, pulling Millie in for a cuddle. "Millie, I told you not to watch it. It's not worth watching a film just because your friend said so. It's not your thing, Mils."

"I'm sorry I d-didn't l-listen to y-you..."

"Thank you for apologising but the damage is done. Oh Millie," Natalie held her close to her chest protectively.

"It was very scary-"

"Millie, it's a top-rated horror movie. It's not meant to be all fun and games."

Millie shivered, sobbing quietly into Natalie's jumper.

"C-can I s-sleep in your bed t-tonight? P-pl-please N-Nat-"

"Shh, shh. Of course, you can, sweetheart."

Natalie scooped her taller friend up and took her to her bedroom.

"Go to sleep Millie. Don't think about the film."

Yeah, easier said than that, Nat, because now fucking what? You have a girl crying hopelessly beside you threatening to kill herself.

Confused? Because here we are in the present. It's 3 am and Natalie's trying to console Millie from a literal panic attack.

"Natalie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't never not disobey you. I've fucked us all up now. We're next. Nat, if you die because of me-"

"Millie no one's dyin-"

"-just know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to you. I shouldn't have watched it-"

"Millie-"

"-I'm never going to see my family again. All my love to my brother. He got me through childhood-"

"Seriously, Millie-"

"-I love my parents. They were very supportive of my career. And all of the band. You're probably better without me, let's face it-"

"Millie I told you this would happen-"

"-she'll be following us forever now. You know, they'll probably haunt my family. Natalie, get me a knife. A bread knife. They feel better. No, I don't deserve it to feel nice... sashimi knife... maybe?"

All the while, Millie was rocking back and forth, scratching her arms as hard as she could.

"Millie, stop. Ever since... you know... I'm not comfortable with leaving you around anything sharp... Millie stop scratching! You just healed from those scars!"


Natalie couldn't bear to relive the memories of Millie when she faced the trauma, she did during Covid, mostly due to depression, not horror films. Hence her preference for knives and sharp objects.

"Natalie shoot me. They're going to kill my family-"

"EMILIA, YOU WATCHED A FUCKING HORROR FILM. NO ONE'S GOING TO MURDER YOUR FUCKING FAMILY BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO FUCKING THICK TO KEEP YOURSELF FROM THE PEER PRESSURE. JESUS IRISH JIGGING CHRIST IN THE LORD OF ABOVE, NO ONE'S GOING TO HURT YOUR FAMILY. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET TO SLEEP," Natalie busted, making Millie cower.

"You called me Emilia?"

"I did."

"No one ever calls me Emilia," she squeaked, backing away from Natalie, who smacked her forehead. "Oh my lord, she's possessed already."

"I'm crying the fucking Nile, Millie, just go to sleep-"

"She's crying the river Nile, oh my lord... RIGHT, WHERE'RE THE KNIVES?"

"MILLIE NO-"

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Millie woke up beside Natalie, snuggling as much as she could. Natalie was already awake, but she knew better than to leave her little friend all alone.

"Nat, I know you're awake."

"I didn't try to hide it."

"I'm sorry about last night. I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not. I knew better than to let you watch it. I caused you the pain you felt."

"I have a bad history with horror films, I guess."

"There's no guessing, Mils. But how are you now? Are you better?"

"Natalie, you're too sweet. I'm fine. How are you? I didn't let you sleep."

"Millie I care too much about you to let that all slip. I'd lose sleep over you any day. That's not the point. I love you very much, Millie."

"Thank you for caring, and I love you too."

Natalie pecked her on the nose, pushing her feelings for her friend further.

'Maybe another day,' she thought to herself. 'I'll tell her another day.'