"Walk Like an Egyptian" - (Male!Reader x Anubis)

Chapter 7: Mental Gymnastics

You eyed the statue as it seemed to hold itself still. It had moved. It had visibly fucking moved! 

You were unable to take your eyes off of it.. for just that split second.. Maybe.. Maybe you were just tired? You grumbled a bit. You had only slept about two hours the previous night, so.. maybe you were just tired. Maybe you bumped the desk with your knee and shook the statue.. 

You had the rest of the week off, after all.. Maybe you could just get a bit of a nap in, and everything would be fine.. later on. Oh. Wait. It was already nearing seven at night, so.. eh. If you could last another two hours, you'd be fine. You wouldn't mess up your sleep schedule too badly. 

You got to work on your assignment.. You were indeed a decent way into it, and were sure you could just get some more work done before going to sleep for the night. You pulled up various tabs of information, cross-referencing things to make sure everything was accurate. As you focused on your assignment, you managed to get your mind off of the strange occurences of that day..

Your manager seemed to almost become hypnotized twice by some odd aura..

That statue, still sat at your desk, had seemed to move on its own..

That Anubis sarcophagus, despite being empty, seemed like it had stared at you all day..

Okay, maybe you were still thinking about it a bit. 

The clock ticked away, and you eventually decided that you could just cotatuentinue your paper tomorrow. You mind was too muddled by everything that had happened, and now this damned box sat in your room, waiting for you to look inside. You had a week off of work, sure, but was that enough to recover mentally from everything?

You glanced over to the statue, before recalling that taller Anubis statue that you would talk to. It was, like, seven feet tall, and you would speak to it a lot, because nobody really seemed to care about Ancient Egypt anymore..

Well, some did, but the exhibit was rarely as full as it used to be when you were younger. People tended to visit other exhibits more often now. Ancient Egypt was no-longer 'in vogue', as they say, meaning you were alone in that area a lot. You'd taken up talking to that Anubis statue to just get things off of your chest at-first, but you'd eventually started talking to it more often. It had become a daily thing, and nobody really bothered you about it. 

You eyed the small statue on your desk, thinking, before thinking out loud. "What is it you're planning to do..? I know you're doing something, but.. what..?" A sigh escaped you. "You linked to the other one? The one I speak to..? Or is it the sarcophagus that wouldn't stop staring..?" 

The statue did not move, or speak.. It was just a small, foot tall statue of Anubis.. Still a bit dusty..

"I'm talking to a statuette.." you let out in a moment of self-awareness. It was 9PM. Time for bed. As you saved everything, shut your computer down, and laid down, you stared up at the ceiling for a moment..

Today had been a fucking roller coaster. It felt like it'd taken ages.. At least it was over..