Historias de Mannequinn

A short story illustrating the first night of a new job gone wrong

I enter the house. It's midnight. What have I done?

Why was I jealous of Anthony...? He's a manequinn and, what do I need to be jealous about? You love her! I jumped away from the manequinn in shock, accidentally dropping her to the ground and falling over on top of y/n. I quickly got up, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." I said as I helped y/n to her feet. "Care to explain?" she said, but she wasn't angry, more concerned. I pointed at Delores, "Sh-she SPOKE!" I shouted. Y/n stepped back, but started laughing. "IT'S TRUE, SHE SPOKE!" Y/n looked up at me, "Yeah, I know, I talk to Anthony all of the time!"