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. He doesn't know exactly what it is yet, and he isn't planning on finding out. He doesn'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 him as he circled around the kitchen counter once again. 'I'm getting sick of this. When can I go back?'
As the frown on his face grew, the stinging pain in his lungs did as well. 'Just a little long-'
THUD
With Y/N being distracted, he ended up running into a chair, and falling to the floor. 'When did that chair get there?' He 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 he just sat there. 'I give up at this point...'
Practically accepting the fact he's about to die, he just stared down at his hands, awaiting the feeling of claws digging into his back. But it never came. . . . . . . Jolting awake, the (h/c) teen looked around his room. Nothing was there. Just the boxes that are waiting to be unpacked. He could feel a small shift in the atmosphere as a migraine slowly started to irritate the boy. However, he wasn't the only one who felt the shift.
His 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 his head. "One of those things got in the house though. Just another migraine too." That worried his mother even more. Sighing, she reached her arms out, and wrapped him in a hug.
"I'm sorry... I wish I was there." M/N ran her hand over his back, trying to give at least some comfort. It was awkward for Y/N. But she's his mother, and really he only had her right now. But she was still the reason he's in this mess.. . . . . . . When Y/N was a toddler, his parents planned a trip. They planned on going to Savannah Georgia. As Y/N was walking out the front door to the car, he overheard a bit of his parents conversation.
