WARNING: If you haven't read the previous 2 stories; you need to go back and read them first before you start reading this one otherwise there is going to be a lot of spoilers throughout the course of this plot.
Story #1: Huggy Wuggy | Poppy playti...
There was a nice smell coming from somewhere. It smells like... cinnamon you would smell from a candle, you know, one of those scent ones? It was amazing. Hate to admit, you are a candle sniffing addict. Every time you would've walked into a shop or a retail, you always go over to the candle aisle and have a nosy around the different types of scents there are on offer. Last Christmas, you got yourself a candle with the lily flame. One of the best ones that you can find.
"Do you take sugars in your tea?" Jennie called. "Two please." (Y/N) replied. "Two sugars. Coming right up!" Jennie spoke. (Y/N) smiled and continued navigating around the living room. Such a beautiful place to live. Even though you only live a couple of streets away, still, you can't seriously deny the scenic sunset taking shape as you watch out from the window.
"Your tea's on the table." Jennie announced. "Thank you." (Y/N) added and headed out into the kitchen. As you were going to sit down, you saw Jennie reach to the floor to grab something. Then, she lifted the heavy object up onto the table... and plumped it down.
"What the fuck?" (Y/N) jumped out of your chair.
Just across the table, staring back at you... was a toy. A really, creepy terrifying toy, appeared to be set on some sort of wheels, maybe a bike or some sort of? No. Not a bike. But the most scary element catching your attention was the eyeholes. They appear to be empty. A bit too empty for comfort. (Y/N) couldn't help but stare back at it. Like as if it was some kind of animal wanting you to pet it or something. Well no fucking way are you touching that creepy thing.
"Where did... Where on earth did you get that?" (Y/N) asked. "The local playstore where I took my kids to go buy them. I don't know what sprawled to Thomas's mind. He immediately jumped to this one. Claiming: 'he needs him more than himself' or something like that, I don't know, I don't know what I was thinking. Haven't really been paying much attention. Besides a couple of customers who were just... staring at us as we purchased the toy." Jennie explained. "I mean... I get it that he wants to get a toy, but, what made him think the toy 'needed him' as badly as you described it, where, to give it context, it needs Thomas to survive?" (Y/N) spoke.
"I... I'm not sure... I'm not sure what goes into his head anymore..." Jennie replied, sounding like as if she's outside in the freezing cold.
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