Morning.
Your (colour) eyes fluttered Open as you groaned. Sitting up in your bed, you rubbed your head after the agonizing nightmarish dream.
The dream was filled with thoughts of a killer clown, siblings, and anime.
Clearing it all from your mind you looked out your window, the warm clear blue sky shines into your room. The old wooden jack-in-the-box was placed on the windowsill.
That.
Now that wasn't a dream.
You must of actually interacted with the clown, snickering at the memory of kneeing him. "Best moment of my life." You smiled, only that smiled lasted shortly.
Why? Well it was interrupted by a scream. A scream from (caregiver).
Now fully alert, you raced down your (least fav. Colour) carpet covered stairs, taking a sharp turn down the long hallway to the kitchen where their scream was heard. Nearly falling once reaching the kitchen you were out of breath.
"(Caregiver)?! What's wro-" before you could even speak you saw what was wrong.
Your (colour) eyes stared up at your family pet. A black light grey spotted cat.
It's neck was mangled as if it was ringed like a wet towel. It's eyes looked like water balloons ready to pop. It slowly spun with the kitchen's ceiling fan, the cord wrapped tightly around its neck.
Your caregiver stood horrified.
They shook unmoving, unspeaking, their (colour) eyes filled with tears. They didn't know what to do.
As you quickly looked away from the horrid sight, your caregiver let out a lot cry. Shaking as that was their first pet they had gotten from you.
The male cat's name was Martin named after (caregiver's) dead best friend. You saw the poor Cat as a kitten alone on the street while coming home from the bus. So you decided to bring it home.
Now seeing after the years of what would happen to it. You heavily wished you didn't.
As you comforted (caregiver) moving them out of the room, in the back of your mind you knew the person behind this.
No, not the person.
The clown.
It feels great to be writing again. It's late at night so sorry if this chapter isn't good. ~NICK-KUN
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TeenReader X Laughing Jack
HumorWhile on your phone laying in bed, you heard the sound of pop goes the weasel playing from outside your bedroom window. Now I wonder what that sound is reader-chan...
