Frenni's NightClub (Male reader)

Prologue

Going through his school life in second grade Y/N could say that he had a lot of easy days. Sure he didn't have many friends but he was happy. But he was fine with that.

He was drawing some characters during art class as the teacher was on her computer. He was sketching again, these creatures with big, wide eyes and playful smiles. They resembled a mix of cartoon characters and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. As he erased a bit of his drawing, retracing the lines with care, he felt a presence creep up behind him.

A shadow fell over his drawing, and Y/N looked up, startled. Willow stood beside him, her eyes wide and filled with a strange intensity. She was a girl he had known since kindergarten, a quiet and mysterious child who often seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her presence always seemed to bring with it a sense of unease, as if she were carrying a secret that she was unwilling to share.

Willow: What are you drawing N/N?

Willow. Y/N's best friend, well self proclaimed best friend she had a smile as she wore a purple shirt. Purple and black hoodie around her waist. Her brown hair cascading down her neck like a waterfall. She peers over Y/N's shoulder staring at the drawing. It had multiple anthropomorphic animals, a marionette person, and a person with a propeller hat.

Y/N: I don't know...Just some stuff it's not that good of a drawing...

Willow pouted, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more offended. She leaned closer, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the faint smell of crayons that was in the classroom.

Willow: It's good! Look at them! They're cute!

Y/N gave a small smile as he looks at her enthusiasm.

Y/N: Yeah, sure.

He glanced at the other kids, who were now engrossed in their own chaos, and felt a pang of loneliness. Despite his feelings, Willow's presence felt different. She was a kind of comfort and a kind of confinement, all wrapped in one.

Willow: You should name them!

Willow got close to Y/N's face in her excitement. Leaning back a bit to gain a bit of distance from the girl. Y/N hesitated, his mind racing. He had never given much thought to the names of his creations. But now, as Willow's eyes bore into him, he felt a strange compulsion to do so.

Y/N: I don't know Willow...I mean...

He stayed silent.

Y/N: Their just drawings...

Willow pouted, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more offended. She leaned closer, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the faint smell of crayons that was in the classroom.

Willow: Cmon N/N, they're not just drawings. Their alive. They can feel.

Shaking his head he looks at the characters he drew, grabbing his pencil and started writing names for each character he drew. Y/N's heart pounded against his ribs like a trapped bird as he felt Willow's gaze boring into him. The classroom, once a sanctuary of quiet creativity, had suddenly become a suffocating chamber. He shakes his head as he puts the pencil down, finishing naming them.

Willow's smile, though sweet, carried an unsettling undercurrent. As she watched Y/N name his creations, a flicker of something dark passed through her eyes. It was a fleeting moment, lost in the chaos of the classroom, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Five months pass forgetting all about the drawing, after giving it to Willow. He was playing tag with other kids and Willow before he was suddenly pushed onto the side of one of the slides. Hitting his head from one of the other kids coming down the slide. The impact was jarring, and Y/N felt a sharp pain shoot through his head. He stumbled backward, his vision blurring. The world seemed to tilt and spin around him, and he collapsed to the ground, holding his head in pain as tears threatened to come out.