See Right Through Me - Millard Nullings x reader

18 Counting

Y/n pov

I lay on the small creaky metal bed. I slide my knees to my chest. I wish Enoch was here. I wish Millard was with me. I want to go home.

I want to go home.

I have been in this shack for one night. One night of crying myself to sleep. After I woke up and found nothing to do in here other than read, I've started to count things here. There is no clock. No concept of time. Endless hours under two dim lamps. One weak hot plate for cooking with one pot and one pan. Two pair of silverware to eat with two bowl and two plates. Four cozy blankets, two thin, one itchy, one thick. Two pillows. One bed, squeaky. One chair with stains. One table. One painted cinder block as a nightstand. One tree coming through the floor. One bucket. 672 books. Four stack of notebooks. 27 notebooks total. One open window with shutters. One Enoch approaching my window. One- wait, Enoch?! What is he doing here?!

I sit up from the bed. The creak sounds like a quiet goose. He grins a little and waves out to me. He jogs up to the window,"Y/n!"

"Enoch?! You can't be here." I scold.

"Shut up. Of course I can," he seemed to be carrying a small suitcase and one of his homunculi was perched on his right shoulder.

"You are not coming in this shack," I stared at him with spite and a small smile.

"Who said I was?" He placed the small suitcase on the ledge of the strangely large window. "I brought you something. And this little guy,"he nudged the cute doll with a white shirt and brown overalls,"I thought you could use some company. And some clothes."

I took the small suitcase and plopped it onto my bed behind me. I opened it to find a nightgown, a light blue dress, a purple plaid dress, two pairs of socks, some underwear, and a brown Enoch sized sweater.

"How did you fit so much in such a small suitcase?" I questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

"Just take the gift. And I want my sweater back when this is over. I don't want you to be cold." His face hardened into the usual deadpan he wore. I smiled at him,"thanks. You know, your grumpy face looks ridiculous," Enoch rolled his eyes at the comment,"how's everybody doing?"

"The bird is worried about you. The little ones are making cookies with Olive. Claire wants me to bring some to you later. Everything else is pretty normal."

"What about-"

"Millard. His wound is fully healed. The bird is thinking he will wake up soon. I don't know when that is, but soon."

I put my hand over my mouth. He's going to be okay. Millard is going to wake up. But something is stopping me from being truly happy. I want him to come back to me but I want something else. I don't know what that something is.