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...
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Here she is again with her back against the wall and hands over her ears while a stream of tears falls from each of her frightened, E/C eyes. Y/N's sobs were practically silent in comparison to the shouting going on down the hall from her room between her parents. They were riled up, fighting about the same, old things, as they always did. It was like listening to a broken record repeating again and again, enough to drive the listener mad. She wanted them to stop already. She couldn't understand why they couldn't just get along.
'Why?' she'd ask, 'Why do they keep doing this?'
Don't they love each other?
Isn't that why they married, why they had her?
Their constant bickering instilled a deep fear in her. Is this what love results to? Is it all just screaming matches and a game of pretend? It isn't right. Why must they continue at it like barking dogs?
"You know what, fuck this! I'm getting a divorce!" After hearing that from her mother, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She whimpered and curled up more while squeezing her eyes shut. She doesn't want her family to separate. She loves them, and they had loved each other, so why is this happening? As smart as she was, she couldn't comprehend it. No matter how many times she tried to decipher the reason out of their arguments, her attempts at understanding were fruitless.
Unable to take anymore, the girl shot to her feet and ran from the corner she sat in over to the closet. The door was thrown open, then slid shut with her inside. Y/N took to hiding amongst the clothes in the dark, sitting on the floor, curled up and crying. It was the only place quiet enough to muffle the screams— Even so, she could still hear the intensity of the argument. The poor thing was so distressed, she didn't think to fetch her close companion, who's plush body resides on the bed.
He had not seen where she had run off to due to his back being turned towards the closet, however, he had certainly heard her weeping. It broke his little heart, and he wished for sundown to come sooner so that he could help calm her. He couldn't stand her crying. It upset him so much. His wish came true soon enough as the fight went well on into the evening.
All the screaming and swearing showed no end. As Y/N remained in hiding with no perception of the time that passed, Max took on his human form. First, he stretched his limbs a bit before sitting up on the bed and looking around with worried eyes, but his master was nowhere in sight. As he stood, he jumped after hearing the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen. Something must've been thrown.
