It was a regular night as blackness enveloped the sky above, the stars speckled across it like a galaxy trailed to the brim with them as if something had ran across it, and left a thousand footsteps in the process. And under the cold night air, and the faith smell of grass from all of the residents frontyards—had been Kevin's regular suburban home.
And deep within the home—sitting in front of the couch with his doll sitting next to him was Skid. Skid eagerly kicked his feet as he stared at the screen—hearing the faint sound of Kevin chattering one the phone in the nearby hallway.
After a while of staring, Skid widened his eyes—and exclaimed, "Oh, it-sa starting! It-sa starting!"
He kicked his feet again, leaning foward as he watched. On the screen was a little doll in a grayish blue hat, and grayish blue pajamas. He let out a sigh. "..I don't wanna do anything." He pressed his fuzzy hand against his cheek. "..I'm so sad, and so miserable."
On the screen, it cut to the door, and then—a mascot with a happy grin in a Happy Fella costume busted in. It cheerfully shouted—it's voice high-pitched and even slightly annoying. "Woah! Someone's saaaaaaaadddd!" It grinned as it leaned foward.
The little doll in the blue hat turned around slowly, asking, "..who are you?"
"I am a happy fella—" It explained, "And I came to make my Fella happyyyyyy!"
"..how am I supposed to be happy?"
"Just smile! Fake it until you make it!"
There was a pause, and the little doll frowned.
"..you want me to be happy—because yes?"
The bigger doll paused, and only gave a frown in returns, before its smile faded back into its lips. "Of course!"
The little doll sighed. "..sickness is everywhere. Everyone dies everyday. Everything is crumbling. How can I be happy?"
"Oh, you dummy!" The larger doll grinned, throwing an arm around the smaller doll. "You are looking only at the bad! Say—what good have you looked for yourself?"
"..to be honest—" The smaller doll quietly spoke, "—nothing."
"Then—how about we go out and find some fun and good stuff?!"
The smaller doll paused, and a weak smile came to its lips. "..okay. I'll give it a try."
Skid smiled as his eyes remained on the screen. From behind him on the sofa unknowingly though—was Kevin's head slowly peeking in from the doorframe. His hand gripped the doorframe, and he let out a groan. He stepped back into the corridor, and leaned against the wall. Going to work tonight wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but.. he kind of had to. After all, apparently the person who normally covered for him couldn't make it, so he would be sort of forced.
Pressing his phone to his ear, he heard a high-pitched but masculine voice speak from it.
"What is it, dude?"
"..nothing, Radford. My.. the kid I've been looking after has just been kinda acting weird ever since he got that doll."
"What do you mean?"
"He's—well, he asked if we could get a cat. And he—he doesn't even like cats! He said that.. doll wanted one or something. And.. sometimes I feel like that doll might be watching me. It—it never seems to just look away."
"Well, I mean.. he is a kid, dude. He might just be making stuff up! My baby sister plays pretend all the time."
"..yeah. Maybe." Kevin sighs. "Sorry. Works just been kinda getting to me, I guess. An—Anyway—I should probably go. I need to do another shift for tonight."
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Lavender - A Spooky Month AU Fanfiction.
FanfictionSummary: Skid goes about his daily life in the care of his adoptive father, Kevin-though of course as always with him, shenanigans ensue. TWS: GRIEF, PARENT-DEATH, IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH, CAR CRASH, CANNIBALISM, ATTEMPTED MURDER, ANIMAL DEATH (BECA...