For Y/N's eighth birthday, her father got her a special gift, an adorable plush toy that she loves dearly. What she didn't expect was the living, breathing man that came with it. Is her doll really talking and moving around, or is her imagination th...
Hellooooooooo, everyone! What's this? A new chapter? Preposterous, and yet, here it is! That's right, I'm back in action and ready to post new updates for this story!
I'd like to thank each and every one of you for being so patient. I know this took a long time, but the wait is finally over. All the past chapters have been spruced up for your viewing pleasure, so be sure to have a look if you have the time.
Also, I'd like to say I find it kind of funny how many people have called Max a pedo in the comments because I know that, technically, Y/N is older than him in the story. He just looks older, but he doesn't actually age. He can't grow old, and he never had a child form. I'd say he was about four, maybe five-years-old, when he finally met Y/N. Besides that, I am leaning more towards a platonic/simple love for this story. I don't have plans to make them "intimate" with each other. Also, it's not exactly possible for Max to even get urges like that. If anything were going to happen, it would definitely be later on in the progression of their lives, not currently. For now, let's just let them enjoy their childhood together.
That's all. I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter. Have a great day!
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Felt, golden eyes watch as the young girl packs a small, overnight bag in her room, struggling to find what pajamas she wants to wear after having already thrown in her hairbrush and toothbrush. Then there came the issue of what to wear the following morning. Should she bring a snack? No, by the sounds of it, there'd be plenty there to eat. Oh, decisions, decisions. Every now and then her E/C jewels would glance over to Max, who's propped up against the pillows on her bed, as though he'd be able to give her an answer.
He could see the guilt in her gaze every time their eyes met, and he wished it was sundown already so that he could comfort her. He knew it was not likely she would bring him with her, which was saddening, yes, but she should be able to have fun with her new friends. She would certainly tell him all about it when she came home tomorrow. He could imagine it now, hearing her giggling and seeing that charming smile as she told him about the games they played or the movies they watched. Ah, how he wished he could go with. It sounds like so much fun! Soon enough, Y/N was all packed up when her mother called out to ask if she was ready to go.
