Faustinian Spider (Claude FaustusxReader)

Chapter 2 (A spider's daily notion)

Readers P.O.V.

I awoke to the majestic sounds of morning. Nothing is better than the feeling you get knowing that you got through another day. Strangely this particular day felt darker than usual. I wonder why that is as I swing myself out of bed, and complete my morning routine. Once finished I then go and make breakfast, something simple: scones with butter and jam. Eating British foods just makes me feel so fancy. When my hunger was satisfied, I was right on time for work. I worked part- time at the little clothing shop called Madam's. I worked Monday- Friday, from  8:00 a.m to 12:00 a.m  It was exactly a five minutes walk to get there. It was the perfect job for me, it provided enough physical labor that I could handle on my own, it paid well, it was close by and held my interest in making things. The owner was an old nice lady named Mrs. Ann Bell Wiggins. She was like a mother to me, she always cared for my well being, she even gave me help and money when I needed it. Overall we just enjoyed each others company, it was just the two of us after all in the little shop. It was accurate to say that I don't know how long the shop will stay little. We seem to have grown in popularity and now Madam's is the only clothing store most woman go for their clothing especially after Mrs. Anne came up with a new line of dresses. When I had arrived I called out to Mrs. Anne and I could hear her old, shriveled but sweet voice in the back room.

Mrs. Anne: Oh (Y/N) I'm so glad your here.

(Y/N): Hello Mrs. Anne.

Mrs. Anne: My, My look at you. (She says while coming from the back room to look you over ) You look even more beautiful every time I see you.

(Y/N): Oh Mrs. Anne. (You blush)

Mrs. Ann: Now tell me girly, when are you going to find a husband? One day you'll walk right in here and there'll be a ring on that finger I tell you. Ill be so happy for you I think ill finally die after all these years.

(Y/N): Well, I don't know, I guess I'm not really good a socializing, I've gotten used to being alone, I really don't even know what to do with another pers-( You were cut off by Mrs. Anne)

Mrs. Anne: Now don't give me that gibberish, your too pretty to become an old spinster and I wont let that happen even if I have to find you a man myself. You know I used to be hot when I was younger, I had all the men begging on their knees just to be in the same room with me. But now I'm an old coot and your young with a whole life in front of you, you need to get married and bust out some kiddies for me. How I'd love to become a grandma again.....

(Y/N): CHILDREN!!! I don't know, what if I'm not a good mother?

Mrs. Anne: Oh honey mothering isn't a skill to be good or bad at, you just do the best that you can and hope you did it right.

(Y/N): You always know just what to say (You hug Mrs. Anne who hugs you back)

Mrs. Anne: Of course I do, I'm one hundred and four years old, still going on strong and I'm not dead just yet. Now come on dear, we have a busy day ahead of us. I need you to start on an order I got from that young Mrs. Elizabeth Midford.

Her again you thought. She practically bought a dress every week sometimes everyday. You liked her she was a lovely child but every time she came to pick up her dress she'd just talk your ears off. Lets just say she has an abnormal obsession with the color pink. Besides she tipped you both very generously and kept the place in business half the time. She was the number one costumer and this was her favorite place to shop. She'd be coming for her special pink, triple, ruffled fencing dress in 2 hours. (How you could fence in that type of dress, you had no idea) Making a dress of this caliber took skill and time which you had both. You were really fast when it came to sewing and you could finish work in a few hours that took other people a few days. That was another thing Mrs. Anne loved about you, you were skilled, fast, well-mannered and generally the perfect person. You had began to work on Mrs. Elizabeth's dress only to turn your head and look out the window. Weird....one part of the sky was dark and the other was normal, it could be a storm rolling in or something else. Little did you notice that there was a spider hanging in the corner of the window frame......