Gt one shots

Little secret

The moon casted its silvery glow through the cracks of the walls, signaling the perfect time to start borrowing.

As I gathered my belongings, exhaustion weighed heavily on my tiny frame. It had been a day where everything seemed to conspire against me. Yet, despite my weariness, the urge to venture out and procure the necessities for survival drove me forward.

Satisfied with my preparations, I ventured into the labyrinth of walls, vents, and floorboards, navigating with practiced ease. But just as I rounded a familiar corner, my tired mind betrayed me, and I took a wrong turn.

Before I could correct my course, I found myself hurtling down a vent. With a startled yelp, I landed in a room I hadn't intended to visit. Panic surged through me as I landed with a soft thud, my heart racing as I prayed that my presence had gone unnoticed.

With a barely audible groan, I slowly sat up, my muscles protesting the abrupt landing. Blinking in the dim light, I surveyed my surroundings. I found myself perched on a little wooden nightstand, surrounded by the soft hues of a child's room. The moonlight filtering through the window revealing glimpses of light blue walls adorned with playful decals.

Across the room, a gentle glow emanated from a little car-shaped night light plugged into the wall, casting shadows that danced among the scattered toys on the floor. As I took in my unexpected surroundings, a mix of curiosity and trepidation washed over me.

As I continued to take in the unfamiliar room, a growing realization dawned upon me... I had never been here before. The playful decals on the light blue walls, the scattered toys, it all felt strangely foreign. My sense of curiosity heightened as I scrutinized the surroundings.

I glanced down and noticed with dismay that most of my belongings had spilled out of my pouch during the fall. With a resigned sigh, I began the task of carefully gathering up my scattered possessions, one by one.

As I busied myself with gathering my belongings, a sudden gasp followed by the creaking of a bed drew my attention. Startled, I turned around to see a child, no older than six, pressed against the wall at the very edge of the bed. They clutched the end of their blanket tightly, their eyes wide with fear mirroring my own.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, both frozen in surprise. It was clear that the child was just as startled to see me as I was to see them.

Then, slowly, I raised a trembling hand in a feeble attempt to reassure the child that I meant no harm. But as I watched their tiny form tremble, I realized that my presence had likely frightened them just as much as they had startled me, I mean to be fair this is their house.

With a cautious gesture, I offered a tentative smile, hoping to convey a sense of friendliness despite the unusual circumstances. "It's okay," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible in the silence of the room. "I won't hurt you. I'm just... lost."

The child's wide eyes flickered with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as they cautiously studied me. After a tense moment, they seemed to relax slightly, inching forward ever so slightly from their defensive position against the wall.