I was walking down the sidewalk in my neighborhood, the sun slowly saying goodbye to us as it disappears beyond the horizon, lighting up the sky in deep orange, pink, purple, yellow, and slight red hues, letting the moon say hello to us as it makes its bright, glowing presence known to us in the dark blue, purple and black sky, welcoming her children – the stars – to come out and play in the sky, appearing one by one.
The cold air tickling my nose as I breathe in and then breathing out through my mouth, seeing my warm breath become visible in the dropping temperatures as winter starts to come around the corner. I don't necessarily hate the cold, but I don't like it either; sure, it lets us live freely without mosquitoes for a full three months and makes freshly cooked food that was just taken off the grill or taken out of the oven all the more delectable, but it would freeze the water in the pipelines, could get sick if out in its temperatures for too long, possibly getting frostbite along the way, barely letting me enjoy a frozen treat if it'll just make me more cold, etcetera-etcetera.
Just as I made it to the driveway of my parent's house, a FedEx truck had just arrived, stopping in front of the driveway. A man with messy, chestnut hair with bright green dyed tips, who also had an undercut, a nose piercing, a couple of earrings, rainbow eyeshadow with his nails decorated with the same colorful patterns hopped out of the truck with a manilla envelope in one hand and adjusting his cap with the other.
He then looked up and spotted me. "Oh, hello dere miss. Right? Um, do yuh happen tuh know anyone by de name Y/n L/n?" He asked smiling brightly, a Brooklyn accent being evident. "Yes, that would be me, uh..." I dragged off. "Hugo. Hugo Wilson; he/him pronouns." He said, walking towards me, holding out the manilla envelope to me. "Oh! Thanks for clearing that up, Jacob. I think I remember seeing you earlier; you live a few blocks away from my parents." I said. He chuckled. "What a surprise, or what? Anyways, here yuh go ma'am! Okay?" He said, giving me the envelope.
"Thank you. We should hang out some time, what'cha think? A few days from now?" I quired. "Sure! You will love my stepsister, my boyfriend and his sister, Kathy, Charlie and Mary." He said with a laugh. I gave him a curt nod as I pulled out a small piece of paper from my jacket and a mechanical pencil, writing down my phone number to him before giving him the paper. He takes it before he pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket and took out a pen that was hanging off of his shirt pocket, writing down something, then giving it to me. "And here's my numbuh. Now we both have a chance tuh call each othuh at any time. Okay? Bye!" He said, waving off to me as he walked back to his truck and drove off down the street.
I waved back at the fleeting vehicle until it turned the corner onto the next street. I looked down at the manilla envelope in my hand; turning it over, there was a word at the top right corner of it. "'Playtime'?" I read aloud, confused at the name. I looked back up, turned towards the house, walked over, opened the door and closed it behind me once I entered. I walked down the hall and looked over to the empty dining room. They haven't come back yet. Tonight was my little brother', Timothy Jackson L/n, baseball tournament. "Fuck! I can't believe I forgot what day it was." I scolded myself before continuing to trek pass the living room and kitchen, through another hallway until I reached my bedroom.
I sat down in my desktop chair, turning on a lamp as I set the manilla envelope down and begin to open it up, and inside was a VHS tape and a note. I unfolded the piece of paper and read its contents out loud in a quiet voice. "'Everyone thinks the staff disappeared 10 years ago. We're still here. Find the flower.'?" I read, sounding more confused. I picked up the VHS tape, looking at it with a raised eyebrow, looking over to the VHS player connected to an old TV. I walked over to it, sitting down on the floor as I insert the tape into the player, and then looked up at the TV.
YOU ARE READING
Ruthlessness Is Mercy Upon Ourselves (Reader Insert)
FanfictionIt's been about a decade after getting a head injury, which caused you to forget about your old job at Playtime Co. But then, you've received a letter telling you that your supposed co-workers from Playtime Co. are still there after 10 whole years...
