Behind the Shape [Halloween FF]

[Chapter Three]

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Child's game
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Lunchtime with Micheal was oddly "normal", he didn't eat that much or tried to speak again.
You still had the bird's dead body stuck in your mind, every red, or even the meat from your plate reminded you that the boy in front of you now observing your toys was the same one that showed you what death is.

He lifted, twitched, and flipped every toy in his way, every doll or stuffed animal you had, observing it and mostly just always landing once or twice a death stare at you.

"Do you wanna play something...?" You dared yourself to ask, still quite scared that he was going to give you an unsatisfied answer.

He looked down at you, very close, too close for you to feel comfortable.
You could feel his cold breath hit against your skin like a knife cutting through butter, he twitched his head to the side making you question yourself.

He nodded yes making your eyes shine in the first ever happiness you ever felt around his presence.

"R-Really?" You jumped in excitement "I have an idea!"

You ran towards the toy box grabbing a blue t-rex toy and another green one, the idea of having a playful time with Micheal had your blood boiling in excitement.
He only stared at you waiting for what type of idea you were going to show him, he wasn't a big fan of surprises, however, your late decisions were certainly amusing.

"Here!" You gave him the blue one to his hands "You will be the blue one, the... mighty one eye!" That idea came in since the blue toy was missing one eye.

Michael observed you holding the blue Tyrannosaurus in his hands firmly while you were sitting by his side keeping a smile on his face.

"Alright! And I will be the.. t-the green... warrior! And both of us will be against the evil, cruel, and bold... Biscuit!" You screamed bringing a giant polar bear plushie in your hands and placing it in front of Michael who stayed quiet.

Both of you stared at the white furry plushie while holding the dinosaur's toys in hand.

"Now we fight him using the" As you said the word fight Michael stood up, looked down at you, and then aggressively started kicking the polar bear like it was his last moments of life.

"I-I didn't mean the type of fighting!" You cried trying to stop Michael's violent kicks "MICHAEL STOP!"

He kept violently kicking the polar bear until you both were out of the room, your heavy steps and loud cries could be heard from a mile.

"Michael! STOP! Pleeease!" You begged to hold his arm "Mikey!" Trying to stop him was useless.

Your mother rushed to you, grabbing the plushie toy from the floor and making the boy immediately stop his actions.

"(Y/N)! Michael! What's going on in here?!?" Amanda shooting out your names made you back away behind Michael's back who didn't seem to be that bored by the woman's high voice.

"I-I'm.. me and Michael were just trying to play b-but I-I think he got it wrong-" You said with a melancholy voice while hiding behind your neighbor's taller height.

"Is that so?" Your mother said tossing the toy back in the direction of your room.

Michael was still quiet and still like a stone.

"W-We we're going to play fight with my rainbow dinosaurs..." You said shyly to your mother who lifted her eyebrow in curiosity.

"Aham... I see" She chuckled "Michael, (Y/N) meant to "fight" with the toys silly!" She passed her hand on Michael's blonde hair with a joyful smile.