I picked up the phone, and dialed my friend Bright's number.
"Hey, wassup!" I said goofily.
"Nothing much, how is the Boy?"
"You won't believe this, but the Boy is a doll. "
" Hahaha... what?"
"I'm not joking, this shit is weird."
"How long are you staying again?"
"Two weeks."
"Ok, if it starts getting too weird, just call and we'll figure something else out. There's a lot of crazies in the world." (Lol no shit XD)
"Alright, I gotta go to bed. I'll call again tomorrow. Bye."
I hung up, and got dressed into my PJs. Crawling into bed, I still felt that odd feeling of being watched. I brushed it off as my imagination (like every smart person does *sarcasm*) and fell asleep about an hour later.
Author's Note:
Hey, sorry this is short, but I want to give the dream it's own chapter. I would also like to thank @pain_endured for reminding me what happened during this scene. Let's just say I have one of the worst memories of humankind. ONWARDS MY WAYWARD READERS, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND
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He's Inside The Walls (Brahms x Reader)
HorrorBright finds herself babysitting after running from an abusive boyfriend. What she doesn't know, is that the kid is actually a doll and the parents are never coming back. Ever.
