Bees :)

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Y/N POV:

a slight wind blew through the open window. the trees rustled outside. the stiff unused bed sheets lay draped across the bed. you sat down on the bed and buried your face in your hands. you had heard him talking on the phone about you minutes previously. you presumed it was tubbo, since he referred to you as his "girlfriend". you weren't even sure if you were his girlfriend. the clarity was never there. but anyhow you had to get out. the door was locked so that was out of the picture. the window was too small and three stories high. there was nothing in the room but the bed and a box of makeup. he told you, you were to put it on daily to look nice for him.

since there wasn't an escape route in the room, it was time for plan B