"This... This... thing came crawling out from the sides of the big crater in the ground. It then swings one of its legs into the air and slammed it to the ground." Deborah spoke. (Y/N)'s eyes were starting to fill up with tears. "It then... It turned its head. Only to catch my... my mum struggling to get up." she added on the brink of crying. "Hey. Hey. Come here, come here." (Y/N) spoke and wrapped your arms around her. Gulping painfully, Deborah spoke: "...She was bitten in the chest. The fucking bastard bit her in the chest. And then..."
"Don't finish the sentence, Deborah. That sounds unbearable." (Y/N) spoke, trying your best to reassure her. "I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry for being a burden. This isn't even your problem to begin with." Deborah added. "Well, it is now. To be honest, I haven't been having the greatest of times recently." (Y/N) said. "Really? What happened?" Deborah asked sobbing.
"This all happened before... your case of the story happened. There was my friend of mine called... Abigail." (Y/N) spoke. "She... she was my best friend. Even when we were kids, we always hang out with each other, went places together... it was all I ever needed." (Y/N) added.
"So, what happened then? Did you guys have a falling out?" Deborah asked. "No, no. No, no. It wasn't even a falling out. You see, there was this guy holding an evening meal to celebrate his last day at the company. It's just one of those things you know?" "But... Abigail couldn't come because she was sick. I suggested I wouldn't go and head over to hers to keep her company." "But she insisted that I go to the dinner." (Y/N) spoke. "Did you not... Did you not think twice?" Deborah asked.
"I did. I was asking myself several whether I should go, regardless of what she said. God, I feel so awful now." (Y/N) spoke.
"The same. I've been asking myself over and over and over again. Why did I let her sneak off? Why didn't I wake up any sooner?" Deborah said, and then, she started having a breakdown. "Hey. Hey! Come here!" (Y/N) spoke softly and opened your arms. Deborah slipped into you and cuddled up into your jumper. "I should not have let her go, (Y/N). I Should not have let her go!" she cried in pain. "Hey, hey, HEY. It's not your fault, ok? It is not your fault." (Y/N) tried your best to reassure her.
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Mommy Long Legs | Poppy Playtime x male reader
HororWARNING: Read Huggy Wuggy | Poppy Playtime x male reader first if you haven't already. Click on my username and it will take you to my profile. You are looking for Huggy Wuggy as that is the first story in the series. 15 years after the tragic inci...
