Unsettling Spaghetti |Y/N x Creepypasta thing Idk ❤️

4.

Y/n woke up in their bed drenched in sweat. It was another nightmare. Typical. Nothing that they weren't unfamiliar with.
They got out of bed with a heavy sigh, and waddled their way sleepily to the bathroom to shower.

After they were done, they dried their hair, brush their teeth as normal. But, they kept thinking about last night. That weird thing out calling for them. The howling wind pounding at their window to let it in. That news story, what Jeff said, the lives they took. It was all so overwhelming. Not to mention those offenderman lockdowns. They shook their head trying to forget it all while they spit out the left over toothpaste in their mouth and washed off their tooth brush. Y/n put a towel around them and walked back into their room.

Y/n saw something out of the ordinary. There seemed to be something on their bed. It was small, but still foreign to them. Curiosity took the best of them and they inspected closely.

'I have got you new clothes to swap out those older ones! So last season. Also, since I know what your style is I gave you clothes that match that aesthetic!

Warm regards,

Trenderman
Xo <3'

Y/n smiled, their sulking dull face turn into a soft whispering of happiness, their lips formed into a gentle crescent.
That was very kind of Trenderman.
He really didn't have to do any of that, but he did it anyways, even thought y/n was in trouble. They weren't deserving of it. They didn't feel like they should be treated with respect, and kindness, and love. That wasn't needed. They're smile faded as they walked over to their desk and manhandled the drawer before dropping it in like it was trash.

Y/n thru open the doors in their closet, and just like the letter said all new clothes in their style.
Y/n rip something off the clothing hangers and put it on them with almost no care. They looked in their full body mirror. All they saw was a disgusting monster. Apathetic, vapid of normalcy and torn from empathy and humanity. A heaviness Brewed into their stomach, sinking in lower, and lower. The gravity was thick, and unmoving. The invisible thread sewn into them that kept their emotions from leaking from their mask was cracking, and cracking everyday.

"Hey, come downstairs. Stop looking at yourself you damn egotist. You look ugly anyways, no need to keep on looking at a monster" Jeff snickered, his aura was fixated on y/n's anguish. "Yeah, okay.." they didn't have the energy to fight back, or be nice. They were okay with taking whatever shitty abuse from Jeff so that no more trouble could happen.

They made their way through the hallway, following paces behind Jeff. They held their head low as if they didn't want people to notice they were there.

"Hey, what's up with you? You look like a zombie!" Ben jeered. Y/n whipped their head around to seen Ben grin ear to ear. grinning like a cheshire cat.
"Yo, leave y/n alone. They are new and they just killed people and aren't feeling up to your insults you harsh-asses. Show some compassion." asserted emphatically, saying the last of her sentence turned away and ready to walk as the both of them laughed, she held the side of y/n's inner arm and whisked them away, sprinting ahead of the two before abruptly Stopping to a brisk walk with y/n.

"thank you" y/n said with a tiny whisper. They held their head down frowning at the hardwood floor. clockwork could barely make out what they had said, and immediately got pissed off at their reaction.
"God, don't be such a little pussy y/n.-" clockwork growled, her eye locked into y/n's low frame and aloof posture. "-You have to stand up for yourself! I only came to help you out because you looked so goddamn pathetic! Now fix yourself up. I don't want to be seen with such a loser." Clockwork said, the rasp of harshness and bitterness circulated the atmosphere and y/n became useless. Fragile. But they did as she had requested and put on a trying mask as before. It was hard, but they had hidden their sea of emotions under a cold wall before. but it was unclear to them when, or how old they were.