This is an author short, where the author (me) finds out one of the characters gains sentience, and is praying to me. :D I hope you enjoy, this was definitely something i never knew i'd write.
Kodie was sitting on his bed, laptop placed in front of him, cave town blasting through his old and clunky headphones. He was bopping his head to the music, singing along. He had been working on a new chapter, 'Maybe i should make them get married?' he thought to himself, beginning to type out his paragraph.
"I don't know where, my pupils are.." He mumbled to himself, rereading his words before deleting them and trying again. He huffed as he closed the laptop, obviously not able to get anything up today. "Dammit." He mumbled, pulling off his headphones, he moved off his bed as it gave a soft creak. He needed to get a new bed soon, this one was broken.
He continued to hum along to the song, even though he couldn't hear it anymore. He moved to his closet, dancing as he grabbed an over sized sweater and joggers, he felt like just being comfortable. It also hurt less if he wasn't wearing a binder at that moment.
He brushed his tawny coloured brown hair out of his hickory brown eyes, he stopped his humming as he heard muffled voices. He raised his eyebrows as he glanced around, he got a feeling he should listen to it.
As much as he focused on the voice it didn't seem to be any louder. He sighed and began putting his ear against his walls, seeing as where he lived walls were thin. The voices began to get louder, but he didnt know where from. Holding his breathe, as to not make any noise he began to focus harder.
It wasn't helping anything, he sucked in a large breathe of air and began looking around again. He still didn't find anything and the voices had stopped so he decided to just go and make his family dinner.
Moving down the stairs, his Yorkshire Terrier running at his feet and attacking his toes. He smiled at her, "Good girl, let's get you outside." He spoke to her, she jumped up barking before racing off to his Pit-bull. He smiled fondly as he watched the dogs interact.
Looking at the couch he saw his father, playing videogames. "Hey dad, what do you want to eat?" He asked, his dad kinda just shrugged, "just make whatever." Kodie nodded and moved to the kitchen, pushing the dishwasher away from the door he put Bella the small dog onto the leash. Opening the door, Misty was out first barking at the passing neighbors Bella following suite.
Kodie shut the door, he didn't understand why they didnt have a door handle, just two locks; but it had been that way since he could remember.
He started cooking, but the voices started up again. They weren't like the ones he took meds for, it was strange. The voices got louder, and he could barely hear someone speak, "Dear author, please don't kill me off again it really hurt and i don't understand how I am alive again."
Kodie was perplexed, he dropped the spatula he was using. It clattered to the ground, splattering red pasta sauce against the bright white stove and the grey tiled floors. He turned in a circle, eyes scanning everywhere "Hello?" He whispered, not receiving a response.
He groaned and picked up the spatula, he started up the sink so his younger brothers could wash the dishes. He hummed softly, his mind trying to analyze the voice he had heard. He hadn't realized he cut his thumb, letting out a soft 'shit' he began to clean his thumb as he set up the dishes to be washed while grabbing the ones to eat.
He began setting plates, making one for his dad he moved to give it to him. He stopped abruptly, hearing the voice again. "Dear author, why do i date so many different people?" It asked, the voice was vaguely familiar he shook his head and handed his dad the plate. "Pass me a pop would you doll?" His father asked him.

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