A/N Sorry for updating a lil late😞 BUT ANYWAY!!!!!!!! This is a backstory chapter!! So have fun😋
𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 . . . . . . . ✉️
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Littered. That's what the whole house looked like right now. One of those things got into the house somehow... And Y/N was running from it. They don't know exactly what it is yet, and they aren't planning on finding out. They don't even want to get near one of those things.
'It feels like I've been running for hours..' Y/N glanced back at whatever was chasing them as they circled around the kitchen counter once again. 'I'm getting sick of this. When can I go back?'
As the frown on their face grew, the stinging pain in their lungs did as well. 'Just a little long-'
THUD
With Y/N being distracted, they ended up running into a chair, and falling to the floor. 'When did that chair get there?' They thought. Y/N slowly sat up, completely disregarding the approaching footsteps.
Whatever that thing was, it took that chance to pounce at the teen. It was already a little too late for Y/N to take off running, so they just sat there. 'I give up at this point...'
Practically accepting the fact they're about to die, they just stared down at their hands, waiting for the feeling of claws digging into their back. But it never came. . . . . . . Jolting awake, the (h/c) teen looked around their room. Nothing was there. Just the boxes that are waiting to be unpacked. They could feel a small shift in the atmosphere as a migraine slowly started to irritate the teen. However, they weren't the only one who felt the shift.
Their mother knocked on the door then walked in right after. A concerned frown laced her lips as she approached the bed. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt did you?" She said, sitting down next to Y/N.
Y/N shook their head. "One of those things got in the house though. Just another migraine too." That worried their mother even more. Sighing, she reached her arms out, and wrapped them in a hug.
"I'm sorry... I wish I was there." M/N ran her hand over their back, trying to give at least some comfort. It was awkward for Y/N. But she's their mother, and really they only had her right now. But she was still the reason they're in this mess.. . . . . . . When Y/N was a toddler, their parents planned a trip. They planned on going to Savannah Georgia. As Y/N was walking out the front door to the car, they overheard a bit of their parents conversation.
