honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)

tails doll x child reader

Okay, so we're kinda getting into some territory that I don't know a lot about, but this was requested by Fandonlover241325, so I'll go ahead and write this part. Now, before I get comments picking apart this chapter, I've tried looking up tails doll, but all I could really find is that he came from a Sonic game, he haunts whoever played the game, and his theme song is 'can you feel the sunshine' or something. With that out of the way, forgive me for any wrong info and enjoy this part.

Warm air caressed your face as you waved goodbye to your parents as they drove away from your neighbor's house. You stood there for a moment before turning to the house where you would be staying for a few days while your parents went somewhere for marriage counseling. The house was (description of your neighbor's house), so there wasn't anything that should've set alarm bells off in your head, but you knew better than to trust this house, it held the creepiest person your ten-year-old brain could conjure into a human form.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself to march across the lawn and onto the porch to knock weakly on the door, when the door was opened (neighbors name) met your eyes with a smile that made your skin crawl. The person looked normal enough, it wasn't as if they were a hunchbacked, snaggle-toothed, nightmare with gnarled, clawed hands, they looked perfectly normal, but it wasn't exactly their looks or behavior that rubbed you the wrong way, it was the fact that they would watch you over the fence whenever you played outside, they would try to give you toys whenever you would walk down the street to visit your best friend, and they had a large collection of dolls. 
         "Oh (y/n)! I'm so happy to see you! Would you like something to eat, dear?" They asked, taking you by the hand and leading you through the door and into the living room. You didn't say a word as they sat you on the couch and went to fix you a sandwich, leaving you alone in the room with three different bookcases stockpiled with dolls of all sorts. It wasn't that you were scared of dolls, in all honesty, you enjoyed the dresses that they wore, the detail of the lace, and the cute accessories some of them had, but it was their eyes that gave you the chills. 

You sat with your hands clasped in your lap like a nun, your eyes focused on the doily that sat beneath an ornate vase on the dark wood of the table, the room smelled faintly of roses and dust, and the heat of the day had no contest, so it sat contently in the room like a heavy smothering blanket on a summers day. When your neighbor returned with your food you quietly thanked them and nibbled at the crust anxiously. For about an hour the neighbor sat with you and watched tv, but suddenly jumped up and acted shocked, as if they had forgotten something, before running out of the room and returning a moment later with a stuffed toy that they held out to you, 

       "Here! I've been meaning to give this to you for a while now, here, take it." They said, shoving the old doll into your hands despite the fact that you adamantly declined the offer. The neighbor smiled and sat back down happily while you stared down at the sunbleached orange fabric of the old doll, the unraveling seams and missing button eye of the two-tailed fox doll. For the rest of the day, you sat uncomfortably with the toy in your arms, not wanting to be rude while you were staying with this nice person. 

When night time fell and brought with it the cool breezes and soft shades of blue that painted the world for rest the neighbor gave you a small guest room to sleep in for the time you were there. 
       "Look (y/n), there's even a little chair for your new toy to sit in and watch over you in the night!" They said, patting a white wicker chair that had large patches where the old paint had chipped away. 

You didn't say anything, you just waited for them to leave before getting dressed in your night clothes, deciding to leave the toy where the neighbor had put it in the chair as you climbed into the bed. After that, for the rest of the nights that you were staying with your neighbor, the ragged old doll sat in the chair, staring at you with its last remaining eye. When you woke up after the first night, you decided not to pick it up, so it stayed in that seat, staring at the bed while you went about your day trying to avoid the dolls littered around your neighbor's house while simultaneously finding something to do to pass the time.

However, when you went to bed that night, your stomach did a summersault when you realized that the doll was not in his seat, instead, he was sitting on the bed, seeming to stare at you as you entered the room. Okay, calm down, (neighbors name) probably moved it. you thought, changing into your night clothes and moving him back to the chair before crawling into bed. With some struggles, you eventually dozed off, but it wasn't long before you woke up again. 

The room was dark, the windows being covered by thick curtains that kept the silver moonlight out, there was nothing in the room to make a noise, but despite this, you heard the soft melody of 'can you feel the sunshine' being played at a slow, deeper volume than usual. pushing the bile that gathered in your throat back down, you rolled over to look at the doll, but instead of being in the seat, it was right next to your head. In an instant, your eyes widened and your mouth opened to scream, but before anything could happen, it lunged and everything went dark. 

When you woke up again, your vision was swimming, everything was zooming by, and every part of your body throbbed painfully. You tried to move, but your body never responded, it just stayed still until it felt like someone was pulling your arms up by fishing lines, making your muscles feel like they were being torn from bone more and more as your body was forced to move like a ballerina. You couldn't even cry as the pain intensified and the torture continued.

The next morning you woke up in a cold sweat, your wide, panicked (e/c) eyes flitting around the room while your chest heaved and your lungs screamed for air. Wiping your tears away you got up, looking back at the doll, who sat back in his old chair, before running out to find your neighbor waiting for you, 
        "(y/n) dear, your parents will be here in five minutes, they're coming home early, so go pack the things you brought by and I'll make you some breakfast while you wait. I don't want you home alone, okay?" They said, patting your head before you turned around and peeked into the room you had stayed in, keeping a tense eye on the doll as you quickly shoved your clothes in your bag and left, returning only to shove the creepy toy into the closet.  

A few minutes later, just as the neighbor said, your parents came and got you, walking you over to your house after a short conversation with the neighbor. While they were talking you glanced back toward the hallway, having heard a strange soft pattering of something approaching, and your blood ran cold. Standing in the hallway, his head tilted to the side, was the doll. the creepy, two-tailed fox doll, his one black button eye staring at you blankly while you shook and tried to breathe. Thankfully after a moment your parents came over and told you that it was time to go, letting you happily run out of the house like a maniac and dash over to your own house. For the rest of the time that you lived there, whenever you looked over at the house of your neighbor, you could just barely see that same doll that you had left there peeking out from behind the curtains. 

I hope you liked it! It isn't my best, nowhere near as good as the ben drowned part, but I think i did pretty well with the ending. Anyway, thanks for reading, and leaving a request, peace!