Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Drowning

What was it with bathtubs that made you so scared?

Maybe it was the fact that you were too small to even pick yourself up from the slippery sides of the tube that you might fall down.

Or maybe the fear that something might grab at you and pull you down to the deepest pits of that bathtub made you shutter.

Or maybe it was the hair at the bottom of that drain that made your small toes curl upon touching them may have been your reason.

Well, whatever reason you had for being afraid of the bathtub, your small form stayed still in the warm calming waters that your mother had made for you.

To be completely honest, you didn't want to take a bath, especially when the last encounter you had in the bad was you sunk in too deep that you somehow managed to be in a disastrous thunderstorm and be in Foxy's ship.

Yes, that was a strange encounter indeed as when the monstrous fox grabbed at you and threw you overboard (mind you, you were still naked) and then your small head popped out of the tub with your mother saying if you're finished cleaning yourself.

It was only a few hours there but was only five minutes in your own realm; strange isn't it?

You fixed yourself somewhat comfortable in the still water, making a few ripples here and there, like the bubbles that coated you all over didn't make you any better.

There was a sudden squeak from the doorway, you ducked in the bathtub in fear and carefully looked over to the suddenly open door with a familiar brown bear clinging to dear life on the golden knob.

You raised up your neck to see the brown bear wave his small nub-like hand before he fell down and another squeak was made by his small nose.

You giggled a bit as the small bear got up clumsily and kicked at the door with his plushie foot before jumping back in pain and holding that foot in pain.

You laughed again and reached out your arms to get the small brown bear on the tiled floor and raised him up to your level to soak him up in the still water and bubbles that floated all around in sync.

The brown bear swan in the warm water for a while, making you laugh and smile at his ridiculous attempts to stay up but you be instantly covered by the bubbles everywhere.

You raised io the brown bear and began to wash his wet fur, his wet floppy ears flapping to get some water on your face, once again, it made you giggle and you couldn't help yourself but do the same to him but with your short hair.

For a five-year-old, this was considered cute to the bear and normal for a child like your age to do.

The brown bear giggled a well, the overwhelming feeling of your fear of the bathtub was resolving away slightly, not a lot, per say, but well enough to have fun in.

You giggled once again by the brown bear making a silly bubble beard for itself and pretended to be the pirate fox while swimming around like the silly bear he already was.

You laughed out loud this time, your cheeks burning a tint of red as the bear did the same as well, messing around with the bubbles on his face until he suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up.

It took you a while to understand what was going on, the brown bear held up his plushie hand over your head, his blue eyes seemed to darken as his mouth gaped open wide.

Almost wide enough to see what was really inside if him.

You immediately looked behind yourself, your brown eyes widen to see what was behind you but with the sudden force of the creature pushing you down to the warm water below made you take in a quick gulp of air.

You reached out your small hands and feet out of the tub as the mysterious creature choked you down at the bottom of the tub with such force.

Your eyes opened and closed beneath the surface of the water, your mouth clamped shut but opened up for your ridiculous babble's of fear, your ears popped and swan all around as the creature banged your head against the bottom of the tub.

You couldn't see the creature clearly, your eyes didn't quite make out any of the colors either, it was just an unexplainable blob to you.

The colors all mixed around and meshed together of the dull bathroom colors you already saw all the time.

You choked out a scream, your small nails scratched at the arms of the creature, your thin legs kicking at what you've got to have for yourself.

You breathed in the water as the creature's large hands grabbed at your face and neck tightly and didn't seem to let go any time soon.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as your movements started to slow down, the water diving into your lungs and throat was killing you, your mouth hung heavy with dismay as you choked out another cry as the creature clung even fighter at your face and at your thin neck.

A sudden crack coming from both your neck and skull mare you fall limp in the creature's still tight grasp, your brown eyes now dull, your limbs floated about like a paper boat on a body of water, your short hair flying around your face and your heart seemed to stop.

Your thin naked frame of a lifeless body was then picked up from the bathtub, the creature carefully examined your limp body not moving once as it looked over you inch by inch, it didn't even breathe.

The brown bear at the bathtub tilted his head to the side, his blue eyes glittering with wonder as the golden bunny tilted his head to the side and laughed.

It then held the girl up in the air, her small head in his grasp as he threw you down at the edge of the tub, the girl now screaming for the first time as her skull broke once again.

The grown man immediately rose out of his bed, his breathing all messy and taking in huge chunks of air, his eyes widen and looked all around him as a sudden scream ripped through his mouth.

He stopped for a moment, breathing again and again as he looked at his room, just his ordinary purple room with his ordinary purple sheets over himself in his pathetic stench of sweat.

The man groaned, rubbing his face with his sweaty hands he rested himself against his bed frame and took in a deep breath in and out.

He looked into his drawer next to himself with a bored expression, turned on his lamp, as usual, and took out his purple journal and pencil.

He turned to the next page that wasn't marked and wrote down the words.

'Drowning: TOO Quick.'

He thought for a moment, putting the eraser to the tip of his lips before writing again.

'Choking: A good possibility.'

William then closed his journal and threw it next to him in annoyance.

Jesus, if his own conscience can't make up a way to kill this girl, then what will?!