The Eye of Arachne

Stop trying to pretend!

"That's the same question we should be asking you, intruder!" Said by some guy with red that was shorter than the brown haired guy. Which, the more I look, the more I notice that the 7 other 'humans' aren't necessarily humans they're just smaller humans, and I know this because I seen many different humans but yet I haven't ever seen them before.

"Well. . . Ok, well, I'm hungry. That's why I'm here, and plus, it's cold, very cold outside, an-and I couldn't find my way home. I-I become lost." I said what I exactly thought in my mind. I personally don't like being under pressure, especially when it's comes to coming with up with a lie, but I have to figure out a way out of this one. Of course the guys would be fucking shocked, I look and my voice now sounds like a literal little girl no older than 2, like how did the hell would a 2 year old would climb up in a chimney and get of out without getting no bruises or cuts. They looked at each other, then back at me. The brown haired boy seemed to maybe only have a look with a worry and concerned look on his face, while the rest seemed genuinely shocked and very confused on this whole ordeal which honestly same here to, I only just wanted food, but of course any regular person would maybe think this shit some lie or soemthing.

"We-Well. We'll welcome you here. Right, guys -"

"Oh hell no."

"Can we really trust her?"

"I mean, she could mean actually mean no actual no harm. I mean, look at her. She is just a baby!"

"Why aren't we talking about how she came out of the chimney? I think that's our bigger problem here." Shut up ugly haircut, you should stop asking the most important question right now and ignore that.

"I really wished this was a dream because I only woke up for dinner. I really didn't need this amount of crazy in the night."

"Ack -" the guy with orange covered his mouth as he coughed as he was lying in bed, then he spoke again when he wasn't coughing like crazy. While there was one more boy that was hiding behind his white-haired brother as he looked at me.

"Well, maybe we should-" Well, forget what I just about him getting because now he went back acking and coughing, which got all of the boys' attention and actual motivation to move somewhere else besides just standing aroundthe fire place area and looking at me. Well, it's more like almost everyone. Some redhead guy did indeed look away from my direction, but he didn't move an inch.

"You're still sick. You really shouldn't even be talking in your condition." The white boy nursing the obvious sick orange head with some more hot towels on his head. Then, the white boy turned his head towards my old spot. That redhead really shouldn't have taken his eyes off of me.

"Well, lis-, what where did she go?" Asked by the white boy, which obviously is followed by many different heads turning towards my old spot where I just fallen from. Like, duh, of course, I wouldn't be in the same spot. I truly messed up at my first impressions, and personally, I don't think there is a come up for me for the rest of the smaller humans but maybe I have a chance with the brown haired normal looking huamn to fix my reputation.

"I haven't seen that girl in a few weeks now. I wonder how she is doing now."

"She must have been a bad dream, and we were all in a group sleep."

". . . Yeah. Let's go with that answer." Of course you can't find me. Why in the hell do I want to be found by a bunch of kids, but there was something that was always irritated to me? Whenever the day becomes nightfall, that brown haired boy would always intentionally purposely leave food out on the table for many weeks, and he would do this many times like as if it would magically disappear. . . Like, of course, I would snack on that shit, I don't waste no food, absolutely no food. So honestly, I don't know why it would be much of a shocker to his surprise whenever the leftover food is suddenly gone like as if someone ate it. Honestly, I'm surprised that none of the dwarfs were catching on this. Which is something I would say if I was stupid, the short white-haired boy would pretend to be asleep whenever he would hear the brown haired preparing food for me, like if you're going to pretend to be asleep be good at it. It's not as if I know how they actually sleep.