Jane dragged me into her room, and pushed me onto her bed, scrambling over to her closet. She started to pull out a bunch of outfits that weren't girly, but look cool. She looked over at me and smiled.
"Since you don't like girly clothes, I've been putting a few outfits together lately that I know you wouldn't mind wearing. Also before I forget, can I please play around with your hair later?" She asked, practically begging.
"Fine, sure." I replied.
She jumped up a little bit and did a quiet little squeal. She kind of looked like a child. Not to mention she was kind of dressed like one. She was wearing a nice little dress that was black with two white strips on the bottom. It looked rather cute.
She handed me an outfit and told me to go change, so I obeyed and walked into her bathroom. I looked at what she gave me and it was a grey t-shirt with black ripped jeans, and a [Favorite color] flannel shirt with a note attached to it that read 'Tie this around your waist♡'. It also had a black mouthguard, a [Favorite color.] Hat with my black converse. I quickly put it on, and the shirt felt so friggin comfortable. I tied the flannel around my waist and put my shoes on.
Wait, how did she get these?
I decided not to argue or question her cause I really didn't care, just as long as she's not doing anything weird or creepy. I put the mouthguard on and looked in the mirror, and noticed it covered the stitches on the left side of my mouth. I had one little scratch on my eye, which hadn't needed any stitches cause it never cut through the skin. It only skinned it slightly, but just a little bit. It wasnt very noticeable. I had stitches on my jawline too, and several stitches and cuts on my wrists. I had a cast on my right wrist, were that thing had broke it. I even had a few bandages on my shoulder and one on my fourhead. In conclusion, I look like a peice of shit right now. Actually, when do I not look like a peice of shit? (Dont say that about yourself, cause you are fucking beautiful >:| )
I picked up the hat and examined it, even though there wasnt anything wrong with it. I placed it on my head and looked up in the mirror and saw my eyes glowing blue. I stepped back and grabbed a random pair of scissors, ready to fight. I probably looked like a fucking idiot staring at my own reflection and ready to stab the living daylights out of it. I continued to intensely stare at my eyes cause they weren't glowing anymore and they were normal. They weren't the shiny blue color anymore either. I held my ground, still prepared to fight. Crazy shit happens in this place. I cant deny that.
Although it did seem a bit crazy, and I was probably just seeing things. I'm probably just going crazy after, especially after everything that has happened. I ran out of the bathroom and back into Jane's room cause I didnt want to be in there anymore.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"N-nothing. I'm fine, just going a little crazy I guess...."
She gave me a confused look and just shrugged. She grabbed my hand and threw me on the bed. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a box, and opened it. It had a bunch of hair ties, bows, ribbons, pins, etc.
Oh yea, I forgot she was going to be brading my hair.
(If your hair is short, she will just be doing a bunch of little braids. If your hair is long she'll be doing the braids in pigtails. )
She sat down beside me and started to braid my hair. It hurt and she was pulling smaller pieces of my hair.
I was gripping onto the bedsheets until my knuckles turned white.
I got kinda fed up so I yelled, "Jane it hurts, stop!"
"You'll feel better in a minute, just be quiet."
"Owww, dont pull my hair so hard!"
"I'm sorry, It'll get better soon. Trust me..."
I hissed kinda loudly at the pain, and I dont what happened, but I guess I slapped her because of instinct.
"Is this the first time you've done this?" She said with her teeth clenched together.
I only stayed silent and tried to suck up the pain. She then let me go and I immediately went to pulling the braids out. She only giggled.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a pissed off Toby on the other side.
"What t-the hell are you doing to her?!?!" She yelled, raising a hatchet and was ready to stab her with it at any given time.
"Calm down, I just braided her hair. What did you think I was doing?"
He lowered his hatchet, and his face went bright red. He wrapped me in a hug, and picked me up, walking off.
"What are you doing?"
"I m-missed you... a lot."
His breathing became more hitched, and I started to worry. I hugged his back and ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.
"It'll be okay Toby... I'm here now. "
I looked around and saw he had took me to his room. He was crying into my shoulder and was gripping onto my shirt.
"W-why are you al-always g-g-getting hurt like t-th-that? I th-thought you were d-d-definitely gonna d-die from blood loss-s..."
"Well I didnt. I'm still alive, so dont worry."
I grabbed his hand and held onto it, intertwining our fingers. I felt a cut on the palm of his hand and looked at it.
"What happened?"
He froze for a second before answering.
"I umm... f-fell."
I could hear the slight hesitation in his voice, I didnt question it though. He was also ticking a lot, which I something he did when he was overwhelmed. We stayed there for a little while before he said something that made my face turn red.
"I like this... hugging you. I-I should hug you more often. "
He giggled when he saw my face and I could tell he was back to his normal perky self.
"Knew you would do that. It's kinda cute, honestly. "
I buried my face in his chest to hide the blush and he just giggled again.
"Your cute too ya know..." I said under my breath, pouting.
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Phobias. A creepypasta x tomboy reader story.
Random[Name] had a normal life, but just wasn't entirely a normal girl. She had a special ability, an inhuman one. She could read minds. Although, she didnt think much of it and had never told her parents. As a kid it was both a blessing and a curse. She...
