You can't see anything, it's pitch black, but you can hear your bones crunching. Your dying, you can't scream...You cry, tears stream down your cheeks, you need comfort, no one's there to help.
The chest opens, you can't do anything, a hand reaches inside and pulls you out, it's a robot, you were trapped inside it.
The robot begins to sing a lullaby to you. Music plays as she sings, it's beautiful. She cradles you, as if you were her child. Your tears dry, you somehow recognize the music, she knew you liked Creepypasta, so the lullaby is that topic.
"Hush little child, don't say a word. Lulu's gonna catch you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Jeff's gonna chop off someone's diamond ring, and if that diamond ring turns brass, Slendy's gonna hand you a looking glass."
You fall asleep, your worries melt away.
Your name is... [Marylin(Female) Jacklyn(Male).]
YOU ARE READING
The Tired Lullaby.
HorrorI'm sorry, you've died on my hands...There's a claw...It grabbed you...You can't be saved...I've brought tears to these kids...
