Your POV
I didn't sleep that night. Not because I was restless, but because I don't need to sleep at all.
Toby however was out like a light. He strung his lanky body across my own- kinda like an octopus.
I only decided to sleep in Toby's room so I could tell him what I told basically everyone in the house by now.
He accepted it? Honestly, I'm surprised non of the residents freaked out. (Then again they do live with a ton of... unhuman entities.)
Toby actually gave himself a pat on the back, saying something about 'calling it'.
Jack was relieved to know that I can't die or truley get hurt. I'm guessing it's because he's glad he can finally roughhouse with me. (Which he did, which lead to him breaking my old mattress by body slamming me into it).
Hoodie, BEN, and Tim all kinda guessed it a while ago. Watching a person for 4 months really connects you with them. Especially when that said person is so, erratic.
Jane and Natalie saw this as an opportunity for them to try and get me to go on a 'job' with them. Hoodie shut them down by telling them that, '[Name] is a guest. And we shouldn't trouble them with our problems.'
Don't worry though- I'm always looking for ways to be exploited. It's a fun game of mine! I look around town for people who are in a huge pickle, and offer to assist them. Mostly for money. Sometimes just for company.
People don't usually wanna hang out with someone who doesn't seem to speak their language. But if they're desperate enough- they let you tag along and help out.
*slip*
Every single time there's a noise in this house, it's something awful. I squint my eyes to pin point where that sound came from. My senses pointed me to the door, believe it or not my senses were correct!
Slipped under the door and onto the floor of Toby's room was a piece of white paper. It had some sort of wrighting on it, but I couldn't see it from Toby's bed. I would get up, but this is the first time someone had decided to indulge themselves with my presence while asleep. How nice.
. . .
"[Nᴀᴍᴇ]? Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. Wᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ?"
"Be my guest" Me, being the sap I am- decided to wait until Toby woke up and got off of me.
"Hᴏʟʏ. Sʜɪᴛ. HOODIE MADE YOU A LOVE LETTER! HAHAHAHA!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I chuckle at Toby's antics before looking at the slip of paper. I was right, it was piece of white paper with a yellow sticky note on it that read: "I found this in Brian's room next to a photo of you. -Tim"
I peel off the sticky note with caution and look at the note Brian wrote about me, apparently.
Yup. Creepy. Definitely Dandelions.
Why would Brian do this? Probably because he's a serial killer who doesn't get out much. I get it. I used to obsessive over people on the internet all the time back when I was still human.
Humans strive for relationships. I also do, sometimes when I'm feeling extra lonely in my cold shed.
I give the note to Toby who's been hovering over my shoulder this whole time reading along with me. I wonder what he thinks about it.
Tᴏʙʏ's POV.
Uᴍᴍᴍᴍᴍ. Hᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ's ʙᴏɴᴋᴇʀs.
THIS IS SOME BATSHIT CRAZY STUFF!
Usᴜᴀʟʟʏ Hᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴄᴀʟᴍ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴘᴇʀᴠ ᴛʏᴘᴇ'- sᴏ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.
Bᴜᴛ I ɢᴜᴇss ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪᴛ's ɢᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ 180. Mᴀsᴋʏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ 'Tɪᴍ' (I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ). Hᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] (I ᴋɴᴏᴡ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪs ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ- ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ!). I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ E.J ᴀɴᴅ BEN. Tʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ sᴀᴘᴘs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪs 'ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ'.
Jᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Nᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ, ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. Rɪɢʜᴛ?
Wʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ? Oʜ.
[Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, sᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Aᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ... ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɴᴏᴛ. I ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
[Nᴀᴍᴇ] ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғғ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀss ᴏᴜᴛ- ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ 'ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ'. Mᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴏᴜsᴇs 'ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs' [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴀᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ? Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ Hᴀʀᴅᴇᴇ's? Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀss ᴏᴜᴛ.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ. I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ- ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴏғ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ.
Wʜᴏ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ʙᴜᴛ [Nᴀᴍᴇ]? Sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ! Bᴜᴛ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ [Nᴀᴍᴇ]. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I'ᴍ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ!
Tim's POV.
Brian has been banging on my door since dawn.
Yeah, I took that creepy note off his picture of [Name] that sits on his nightstand. Who wouldn't?
I went in there looking for some pills he stole from me, and found that note just out in the open.
He's always been odd when it comes to his crushes, but this is the worst I've seen it get. Looking at [Name] all the time. Trying to watch them sleep- only for E.J to beat the shit out of him for trying. Now this?
I love [Name] too. But, god dammit this has gone to far! I only thought that I wanted [Name] as a friend. I know that seems strange- but having [Name] around you is like some sort of suppressant. However, now it's a different story.
I enjoy their presence more than I'd thought I would. I don't know how it escalated that quickly. Hopeless- I'm just so hopeless.
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