The morning was followed by a cold bed, something didn't feel right.. it was dark, even when the clock showed 8am to the dot- but the darkness wasn't what unease you. It was the eerie silence of the house, only the shuffling of bedsheets and creaking of the floorboards could be heard as you crawled out of bed, eyes still heavy with sleep even though your sleep was relatively peaceful.
Waddling to the door of your room you pushed it open with a jarring squeak from the hinges as you began marching down the hallways of your home.. beginning to feel like they were unending.
A light shone from (y/s)'s room, a soft hue that protruded through the cracked open door. A pit in your stomach was felt.. a gut instinct telling you to run, scream for them and make sure they were safe.
Of course your brain telling you that freaked you out to an extent, making you speed walk to their room door, your body freezing with hesitation when your fingers brushed against the handle.
'I'll open the door and (y/s) will be here and playing with their toys... yeah.. i'm just freaking myself out for nothing' Yet as you forced the door open with as gentle of moves as you could the pit in your gut only worsened. In the room seemed to be a child, but it wasn't (y/s)- no it didn't feel like them. Something felt off, very VERY off..
The child seemed paler, their skin nearly grayish in tint- similar to the rest of their body. The sound of you burling into the room seemed to alert the kid as they looked up from the toy they had been playing with, their eyes.. voids of pitch black as they stared up at you with a smile.
It wasn't the same cute smile you'd grown to love and cherish- this one seemed nearly doll like and as you strained your eyes to look closer you noticed faint, barely visible stitch lines across their mouth, seemingly forcing their lips into that position.
The sight freaked you out enough to make you bolt out of the room. Whatever that was it wasnt your baby sibling- whatever that thing was in reality was unknown to you, all you knew and wanted was to get the fuck out of this forsaken house.
Where the fuck was Jack?! Did he do this? Of course. How could've you need to naive to fall for it, he sweetened you up- making you think the two of you had something so special- making you trust him in your home. And where did that lead you, huh (Y/N)??
You feel like ripping your eyes out from how frustrated you were with yourself. In a fit of rage you kicked the nearest object after reaching the bottom of the stairs, which just so coincidentally happened to be a sewed doll that (y/s) had made of Jack in one of their afternoon arts and crafts projects. God this man was everywhere now, the doll's smug expression seemingly taunting you with its grin and stupid face.
Picking it up you moved to dump it in the nearby trashcan in the kitchen as you made your way down the hallway and towards the front door but right as you attempted to turn the handle the door seemingly vanished. What the fuck was this?! It had to be a fever right?? No fucking way a door handle could just magically slipped from your grasp just like that?? Bullshit.
"Good morning! It's quite early for me to bother you with this, I do sincerely apologize." A high pitched voice called from behind and as you turned you were met with another tall- thing.. They seemed like a bootleg of hatsune miku.. no offense to the queen..
The person seemed to take unkindly to your silence, clearing their throat and speaking again.
"Well.. Let me introduce myself then,"
"I am Candy Pop."
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Im back and im not here for happy times, like i said i HATED the ending i gave this story so imcontinuing it.
Yall have no clue how dramatically i gasped when i remebered i forgot to upload this yesterday.
Anw join the discord, theres a lot of cool people there
https://discord.gg/gXjx7hQH
also my hand is green
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