Shooting Star

Meet Circus Baby!

The car ride back to Scott's house was still boring. It was still too long, and too loud, while also being to quiet at the same time. Scott rested his head in the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes.

The slight breeze made him even colder than he already was. He shivered and rolled up the godforsaken window. He tried his best to keep his head up.

About ten minutes into the ride Scott had his head on William's shoulder. "Scott? Are you tired?" The purple male asked his boyfriend. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, so Will figured he was.

Scott looked at the floor of the car. He was tired. Very, very tired. But he knew that he wouldnt be able to fall asleep. Instead he responds with, "mm" and grabs his bag.

The slamming of breaks caused Scott to be wide awake once again. He looked at William, slightly panicked. The purple male shook his head, as though he was telling Scott not to worry.

Scott slowly nodded and looked at his surroundings. He didnt realize how quickly the car ride was this time. Because he was already at his house.

He got out of the car, and stared at the white empty house. The windows seemed to be like eyes, watching him as he slowly pulled out his keys and put them into the key hole.

Scott felt a hand on his shoulder, and swiftly turned around to the source. "Why dont you came to my house?" It sounded more like a statement than a question to Scott but he hesitated before reluctantly agreeing.

Back to the car it was for Scott, then. He stared at the outside of his window. It was still dark out, with crickets chirping and the cicadas buzzing loudly.

William looked over to Scott, who seemed to be either lost or uneased. He leaned over, and gave the black haired a peck on the cheek. That made Scott alert at least.

"Will! Keep your eyes on the road," he demanded, but also looked like he was joking. "I dont feel like dying today." He mumbled to himself before looking back up. Only to realize they were at Wiliams house.

Scott got out, leaving his things in the car. Why had he agreed to stay the night? He knew he wouldnt get much, if at all any, sleep. What if William offers him food? He'll say yes, to not sound rude, but he wouldnt eat it.

Scott reluctantly followed William around, as the purple man showed him around the house. Passing a girls room on the right side of the hallway. "This is my-our room." William gave a small smile and Scott nervously smiled back.

William opened the door and lead Scott inside the room. It was like a normal bedroom, except it was bigger and the bed could fit like five people. The walls were painted purple, but Scott half expected that.

"Why do you have such a big bed if it's just you?" Scott asked, walking over to the bed and sitting on it. Ot felt soft under him, but almost too soft. Almost like at any given moment he could sink in and disappear forever.

"...used to have a wife, so." Scott bolted up. He wasnt listening to what Willaim was saying. But, judging by what he had heard Scott could take a guess. But he obviously wasnt going to do that. It would be embarrassing if he did. Instead he nodded and lay on the bed, resting on it.

It was comfortable, like a baby being cradled by its mother. Scott realized he was overthinking a bed. He did that a lot, but this was a bed for crying out loud.

He felt something move beside him and jumped up, and put his fist in the air, like he was ready to fight. Will gave a confused look, then a small chuckle. He put his hands on Scott's raised fist and put them down. "Calm down, Scott. It's me."

Scott felt blood rush to his face as he nodded, feeling embarrassed by himself. "Sorry, flight or fight." He responded, moving so Will could have room in the giant bed.

He couldn't fall asleep. It was already 4 a.m. and Scott was wide awake, staring at the blank ceiling. His eyes traveled around the dark room, scanning everything in it.

His eyes adjusted to the light and they widened, as he saw something like a silhouette by the closet door. He was too shocked to move, or make any sounds. His breathing began to increase and his heart was beating faster.

Scott's not scared of the dark, no. Hes scared of whatever is in the dark. In this case- its whatever that thing was. Maybe he was imagining it. Regardless of the fact he could just be sleep deprived and seeing things, Scott got out of the bed, and slowly walked towards the figure.

He felt a hand grab his, and couldn't help it. He started crying. Not loud crying, more like soft whimpering. He felt himself being held close and was asked, "What are you doing?"

Scott calmed down at last and pointed by the closet. "I..saw something." He sounded unconvinced about himself untill he looked back. Sure enough, there it was, still staring at him.

William turned in the light and practically blinded both himself and Scott. He walked up to the robot, and looked at her, almost admiring it. Scott felt uncomfortable by the human like robot. Now that he had seen her, he was even more uncomfortable.

She had fiery red hair, that stuck up into two ponytails on the opposite sides of her head. She wore a skirt and jester shoes. To go along was rosey red cheeks, lipstick and emerald green eyes.

He slowed his own breath down, trying to calm himself. The last thing he wanted was to have an anxiety attack. Scott quickly turned to the robot and William as he started speaking to it.

"Elizabeth, did I say you could come out?" William tapped his foot, slightly annoyed. At first the robot remained lifeless, staring at Scott then...

"I'm sorry, daddy." It said in a British accent. It almost sounded like a little girl speaking. Scott gasped, and put his hand over his ajar mouth.

William smiled. "Oh! Right," he turned to what he had called, 'Elizabeth'. "This is Scott, my boyfriend." He explained to the robot. She extended out her hand, and Scott reluctantly shook it, feeling a sort of jolt go through him.

The clown started speaking again, this time giving an analysis of Scott. "Height: 5"7. Weight: 56.7 lbs. Family: 1 mom, 1 dad, 2 brothers. Disorders: depression,  anor--"

Scott cut the clown of by putting a hand on her mouth. She looked disapproved about this, and pushed his hand away, getting the message. Scott smiled at the clown, and she smiled back.

Her green eyes seemed to glow, as she said, "Call me Circus Baby."