(3d Person POV)
(Y/N) returned home after a long and tiring day at work. As she stepped inside her cozy abode, she couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that clung to her bones. The house felt strangely quiet, except for the faint ticking of the old clock in the hallway.
Amidst the familiar surroundings, her eyes caught sight of something peculiar—a long, spindly clown doll sitting on the antique shelf. Its presence always gave (Y/N) an unsettling feeling. She remembered it vividly from her childhood days. It was a gift from her late mother, passed down to her, a cherished relic from her past.
There was something odd about this clown doll. At times, (Y/N) swore it had changed positions, moved from one room to another overnight. Despite her unease and the occasional creepy feeling it gave her, she couldn't bring herself to part with it. It held sentimental value, a precious memento of her mother who was no longer with her.
Shaking off the eerie sensation, (Y/N) moved closer, picking up the clown doll gingerly. Its painted smile seemed to widen as if welcoming her back home. She couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine, yet she forced a smile, remembering the warmth and love her mother had for this odd, slightly unsettling toy.
Placing the clown doll back on the shelf, (Y/N) moved about her evening routine, trying to push the disconcerting thoughts to the back of her mind. She prepared a simple dinner, lost in her own thoughts, occasionally stealing glances at the clown doll, which seemed to watch her from its perch with its glassy eyes.
As the night deepened and (Y/N) retired to bed, a sense of unease lingered. She awoke occasionally, disturbed by a creak or a subtle noise that made her heart race. Each time she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but glance towards the antique shelf.
In the dead of night, something felt amiss. The clown doll's position seemed slightly askew, not as she had left it earlier. Her heart skipped a beat, wondering if her tired mind was playing tricks on her.
Despite the uneasy feeling, (Y/N) chose to ignore it, attributing it to her exhaustion. She had always tried to dismiss the strange occurrences around the clown doll, rationalizing them as mere coincidences or figments of her imagination.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to push away the unsettling thoughts. Sleep eventually claimed her, albeit fitfully, and she drifted off into a restless slumber.
Unknown to her, as the night waned on, the clown doll sat unmoving on its perch, its painted smile seemingly wider than before, a silent observer in the quiet darkness of the room.
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Stellar friends (Rabbids x fem autistic reader)
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