MOTHER.

deadbeat mother rp/asks account don’t be afraid to ask.

[deadbeat-mother]

“I'm exhausted. I really want to sleep. I had five kids. This is the only one left.”

' oh cmon just let me rest. i’ve been walking for so long. '

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hello everyone, this is not my first time doing an asks blog nor is it my first for a ninah character, i’m afraid i may be ooc sometimes and not the best at responses but just know i am trying my best, my main ship is deadbeat x alkonost btw! And like if i’m mean to you or being pissy it’s always in character and i have nothing against you personally

( art by chinninsjr on tiktok! )

RULES—

-• as a minor i feel it would be weird for anything overly suggestive as an ask

-• i’m fine with ships but please ask first! i dont understand tone very well.

-• if you’re asking something OOC please say so, this is so i don’t make a complete fool out of myself

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but anyways, please don’t be afraid to ask ^^ i fear i’m chronically online and will almost instantly respond to you. i don’t expect a response back so do not worry. have fun everyone!

( my main asks account is @little--girl so if you get a follow on there it’s me :-3 )

[deadbeat-mother]

i forgot i had this account

[deadbeat-mother]

I-I want a mama..

' you.. want a mother? well i can’t be your mother but you can stay here with me.., just don’t wake me up. '

she pats the kids head, calloused hands rubbing their scalp, her other hand rubbing her eye as she settles back into her curled position to sleep

[deadbeat-mother]

Why does your last child... Look like that ? Are they a visitor ? Or just kinda ugly ?

she glares up at the person with disgust, her lip curling into a scowl

' what do you mean my kid is either a visitor or ugly, he’s crying and scared why WOULDN’T he look so? you’re disgusting for saying that, now just leave me alone, i’m tired and you’re being a fucking asshole. '

[deadbeat-mother]

(Sirin pov)

Like most days, she sat, curled into a ball on the hand hair she sits on for the past couple of days now, may e a week or two, but who was even keeping count anymore? Especially when all of this started to happen

She's not used to having her sister gone, she looked urgent, she looked like she needed to be somewhere.. She was scared, she didn't talk, didn't allow tests, hell she was shocked that the homeowner didn't shoot her from her Resilience

The lady, some random lady she doesn't talk to. But her sisters does, thats why she was in here in the first place, fir any reason she didn't know. But she could deal with it.

she stares down at the other woman and squints, her eyes sharp, she slightly rubs her head, she can’t remember why she woke up in the kitchen last night but what can ya do amirite

' so.. why exactly did alkonost tell me to stay with you. '

she pokes at the other woman’s shoulder, face scrunching up at the horrendous smell coming from the male wearing a coat, if you look close enough you could think her face is turning green.

' how the fuck do you put up with that. '

[alkonostandsirin]

She doesn't..want me alone.

Sirin said, bluntly really, she didn't look over to her, not caring about the smell coming from the other man either, what was she suppose to do about that? it wasn't her problem, hell could some people here even GET running water even?

Why should care if a man smells? The world is ending right?

She answered the woman's question after some silence, shrugging her shoulders again, often, she didn't mind the coat guy, they didn't talk to each other most of the time, so there wasn't anything she could really say about it

Why ask me questions that you should've asked my sister before she left.

[deadbeat-mother]

' didn’t ask your sister because she just randomly woke me up and told me to come here '

she runs her finger over the fabric of her own back, scratching at it as she stares at sirin and then at the freaks in the room.. a tall lady with a bun..? a burnt guy.. a tall man and that smelly freak.

she yawns lightly and squints her eyes at the bright above up ahead

' why do you barely talk to people, it can’t be that hard. '

[deadbeat-mother]

(Sirin pov)

Like most days, she sat, curled into a ball on the hand hair she sits on for the past couple of days now, may e a week or two, but who was even keeping count anymore? Especially when all of this started to happen

She's not used to having her sister gone, she looked urgent, she looked like she needed to be somewhere.. She was scared, she didn't talk, didn't allow tests, hell she was shocked that the homeowner didn't shoot her from her Resilience

The lady, some random lady she doesn't talk to. But her sisters does, thats why she was in here in the first place, fir any reason she didn't know. But she could deal with it.

she stares down at the other woman and squints, her eyes sharp, she slightly rubs her head, she can’t remember why she woke up in the kitchen last night but what can ya do amirite

' so.. why exactly did alkonost tell me to stay with you. '

she pokes at the other woman’s shoulder, face scrunching up at the horrendous smell coming from the male wearing a coat, if you look close enough you could think her face is turning green.

' how the fuck do you put up with that. '

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[want-a-reading]

Just can't sleep, the mumbles of others keep me awake, the feet walking in and out of the house make it hard to, you understand, yes?

She responded, raising a eyebrow, tilting her head. She glanced down at the woman's fingers, her eyes narrowing at the twitching.. Strange, was it not?

She wasn't a human, far from it, but no one seemed to notice anyways, so it didn't really matter all to much, but maybe she can just, tease the other woman a little bit before she leaves again

Your fingers are twitching.. Are you sure YOUR a human?

She responds to the woman's movements, a grin on her face as a small chuckle comes from her throat, but her eyes doesn't matching to what she was feeling

[deadbeat-mother]

she stares down at her cold fingers and pushes them into her sleeves, thinking ‘fuck it’ and just gets it over with, she couldn’t give a shit what this scammer thinks of her.

' yes.. im human it’s just cold in here, how do you handle it… '

she blinks slowly and turns back to the fridge, slightly tensing at the fucking flash-bang, she sees beer and a few other things, she stares at the beer and scratches her neck

' do you think one beer will make me get addicted again.. '

[want-a-reading]

Its call relapsing dear.

She responded, tapping her finger on her cheek. Shaking her head

Personally.. I wouldn't drink with my kid in the house..

She paused, thinking on what to say

If your scared about you doing it again, you shouldn't even try to do it at all..

She said, scooting from her chair. Walking only a few steps towards the woman and putting her hands on her shoulder from behind, whispering in her ear

Wouldn't the homeowner be angry when he sees all his beers gone because your pretty little head thought of,. Beer..?

She teased, chuckling as she would lift her hands away from her shoulders her shoulders shrugging as she would chuckle again

But thats just.. My opinion..

[deadbeat-mother]

she doesn’t jolt at the touch like she normally does, she just stays still, staring at the beer before turning around to stare at the fortune teller, tired eyes burning into her, eyes flicking down to her shiny, white teeth.

she turns back around and traces her finger along the cold beer and hums, a light shiver going through her body before holding the beer and bringing it out the fridge

' he can’t get mad over one of them.. if he was really that annoyed with people taking his beer then he would’ve shot that tall man already.. just one won’t hurt.. '

[want-a-reading]

Mhm.. thats what they all say... "Just one more, wait, actually ill just take one..."

She mocked, as she would trail her finger down the womans spine before she sat back down, shaking her yead and laughing a little at the irony

But, if you want to take that chance around your child.. Then be my guess yes?

She said, almost acting like a devil on someones shoulder, not making a move to stop her, not getting up to replace the drink of choice, just sitting there

[deadbeat-mother]

she stands there for awhile, putting the drink back then bringing it back out the fridge over and over again, deciding if she should really drink it, she settles on the choice she’s drinking it and sits down at the table

' if i try drink more than this then stop me.. '

she blinks tiredly, cracking the beer open and drinking it, eyebrows furrowing at the taste but what can she do? stop drinking it? nah, shes already started it, that would be a waste.

when she finishes it she lays her head on the table and mumbles stuff about being tired and still hungry because this fucking homeowner got jackshit in his house.

[want-a-reading]

Why would I have to? Its call self Discipline, my dear

Responding to the womans response, she wouldnt, she just sat and watched the woman gulp down the beer like a woman starved, funny really

So Tired you cant even walk to the couch to go back to sleep?

She chuckled, tapping her fingers on the table, she chuckled again. 3 Nights, all of them, the mother kept coming into the kitchen, weird is it not?

After one drink, your already tipsy? Hm, i expected more..

She teased, not doing anything but just look at her, she didnt judge or anything, but she did like to play around with ger, either before she kills her yerself or the homeowner does

[deadbeat-mother]

' i’m not.. tipsy.. im tired.. i want another.. '

she tries to stand up but goes limp in her chair, her eyes flickering up to the fortune teller, her usually smoothed down hair turned messy.

' how are you not.. tired.. did i already ask that..? '

she shuffles closer to the fortune teller and uses her shoulder to stand and stay upright, fingers digging into her shoulder uncomfortably, shuddering at how warm the fortune teller is

[want-a-reading]

If you want something, go get it..

She responded, shrugging her shoulders, her legs crossing under the table, leaning back into the chair. A long sigh left her as she looking at the woman

Mhm, you already asked, and i already answered

She answered the womans question, not wanting to repeat what she just said. She quietly grunted as she felt the womans nails dig into her shoulder.. gosh the woman was a pure mess wasnt she?

You shivered, are you cold? Strange.

[deadbeat-mother]

' y-you’re just abnormally warm., oh god.. '

she sways on the fortune teller’s shoulder, gripping it tighter, closing her eyes and groaning after a few minutes of standing there she collapses over the fortune teller’s shoulder

' ssorryy… '

she slowly goes limp over the fortune teller’s shoulder, eventually passing out on it

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[want-a-reading]

Just can't sleep, the mumbles of others keep me awake, the feet walking in and out of the house make it hard to, you understand, yes?

She responded, raising a eyebrow, tilting her head. She glanced down at the woman's fingers, her eyes narrowing at the twitching.. Strange, was it not?

She wasn't a human, far from it, but no one seemed to notice anyways, so it didn't really matter all to much, but maybe she can just, tease the other woman a little bit before she leaves again

Your fingers are twitching.. Are you sure YOUR a human?

She responds to the woman's movements, a grin on her face as a small chuckle comes from her throat, but her eyes doesn't matching to what she was feeling

[deadbeat-mother]

she stares down at her cold fingers and pushes them into her sleeves, thinking ‘fuck it’ and just gets it over with, she couldn’t give a shit what this scammer thinks of her.

' yes.. im human it’s just cold in here, how do you handle it… '

she blinks slowly and turns back to the fridge, slightly tensing at the fucking flash-bang, she sees beer and a few other things, she stares at the beer and scratches her neck

' do you think one beer will make me get addicted again.. '

[want-a-reading]

Its call relapsing dear.

She responded, tapping her finger on her cheek. Shaking her head

Personally.. I wouldn't drink with my kid in the house..

She paused, thinking on what to say

If your scared about you doing it again, you shouldn't even try to do it at all..

She said, scooting from her chair. Walking only a few steps towards the woman and putting her hands on her shoulder from behind, whispering in her ear

Wouldn't the homeowner be angry when he sees all his beers gone because your pretty little head thought of,. Beer..?

She teased, chuckling as she would lift her hands away from her shoulders her shoulders shrugging as she would chuckle again

But thats just.. My opinion..

[deadbeat-mother]

she doesn’t jolt at the touch like she normally does, she just stays still, staring at the beer before turning around to stare at the fortune teller, tired eyes burning into her, eyes flicking down to her shiny, white teeth.

she turns back around and traces her finger along the cold beer and hums, a light shiver going through her body before holding the beer and bringing it out the fridge

' he can’t get mad over one of them.. if he was really that annoyed with people taking his beer then he would’ve shot that tall man already.. just one won’t hurt.. '

[want-a-reading]

Mhm.. thats what they all say... "Just one more, wait, actually ill just take one..."

She mocked, as she would trail her finger down the womans spine before she sat back down, shaking her yead and laughing a little at the irony

But, if you want to take that chance around your child.. Then be my guess yes?

She said, almost acting like a devil on someones shoulder, not making a move to stop her, not getting up to replace the drink of choice, just sitting there

[deadbeat-mother]

she stands there for awhile, putting the drink back then bringing it back out the fridge over and over again, deciding if she should really drink it, she settles on the choice she’s drinking it and sits down at the table

' if i try drink more than this then stop me.. '

she blinks tiredly, cracking the beer open and drinking it, eyebrows furrowing at the taste but what can she do? stop drinking it? nah, shes already started it, that would be a waste.

when she finishes it she lays her head on the table and mumbles stuff about being tired and still hungry because this fucking homeowner got jackshit in his house.

[want-a-reading]

Why would I have to? Its call self Discipline, my dear

Responding to the womans response, she wouldnt, she just sat and watched the woman gulp down the beer like a woman starved, funny really

So Tired you cant even walk to the couch to go back to sleep?

She chuckled, tapping her fingers on the table, she chuckled again. 3 Nights, all of them, the mother kept coming into the kitchen, weird is it not?

After one drink, your already tipsy? Hm, i expected more..

She teased, not doing anything but just look at her, she didnt judge or anything, but she did like to play around with ger, either before she kills her yerself or the homeowner does

[deadbeat-mother]

' i’m not.. tipsy.. im tired.. i want another.. '

she tries to stand up but goes limp in her chair, her eyes flickering up to the fortune teller, her usually smoothed down hair turned messy.

' how are you not.. tired.. did i already ask that..? '

she shuffles closer to the fortune teller and uses her shoulder to stand and stay upright, fingers digging into her shoulder uncomfortably, shuddering at how warm the fortune teller is

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[want-a-reading]

Just can't sleep, the mumbles of others keep me awake, the feet walking in and out of the house make it hard to, you understand, yes?

She responded, raising a eyebrow, tilting her head. She glanced down at the woman's fingers, her eyes narrowing at the twitching.. Strange, was it not?

She wasn't a human, far from it, but no one seemed to notice anyways, so it didn't really matter all to much, but maybe she can just, tease the other woman a little bit before she leaves again

Your fingers are twitching.. Are you sure YOUR a human?

She responds to the woman's movements, a grin on her face as a small chuckle comes from her throat, but her eyes doesn't matching to what she was feeling

[deadbeat-mother]

she stares down at her cold fingers and pushes them into her sleeves, thinking ‘fuck it’ and just gets it over with, she couldn’t give a shit what this scammer thinks of her.

' yes.. im human it’s just cold in here, how do you handle it… '

she blinks slowly and turns back to the fridge, slightly tensing at the fucking flash-bang, she sees beer and a few other things, she stares at the beer and scratches her neck

' do you think one beer will make me get addicted again.. '

[want-a-reading]

Its call relapsing dear.

She responded, tapping her finger on her cheek. Shaking her head

Personally.. I wouldn't drink with my kid in the house..

She paused, thinking on what to say

If your scared about you doing it again, you shouldn't even try to do it at all..

She said, scooting from her chair. Walking only a few steps towards the woman and putting her hands on her shoulder from behind, whispering in her ear

Wouldn't the homeowner be angry when he sees all his beers gone because your pretty little head thought of,. Beer..?

She teased, chuckling as she would lift her hands away from her shoulders her shoulders shrugging as she would chuckle again

But thats just.. My opinion..

[deadbeat-mother]

she doesn’t jolt at the touch like she normally does, she just stays still, staring at the beer before turning around to stare at the fortune teller, tired eyes burning into her, eyes flicking down to her shiny, white teeth.

she turns back around and traces her finger along the cold beer and hums, a light shiver going through her body before holding the beer and bringing it out the fridge

' he can’t get mad over one of them.. if he was really that annoyed with people taking his beer then he would’ve shot that tall man already.. just one won’t hurt.. '

[want-a-reading]

Mhm.. thats what they all say... "Just one more, wait, actually ill just take one..."

She mocked, as she would trail her finger down the womans spine before she sat back down, shaking her yead and laughing a little at the irony

But, if you want to take that chance around your child.. Then be my guess yes?

She said, almost acting like a devil on someones shoulder, not making a move to stop her, not getting up to replace the drink of choice, just sitting there

[deadbeat-mother]

she stands there for awhile, putting the drink back then bringing it back out the fridge over and over again, deciding if she should really drink it, she settles on the choice she’s drinking it and sits down at the table

' if i try drink more than this then stop me.. '

she blinks tiredly, cracking the beer open and drinking it, eyebrows furrowing at the taste but what can she do? stop drinking it? nah, shes already started it, that would be a waste.

when she finishes it she lays her head on the table and mumbles stuff about being tired and still hungry because this fucking homeowner got jackshit in his house.

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[want-a-reading]

Just can't sleep, the mumbles of others keep me awake, the feet walking in and out of the house make it hard to, you understand, yes?

She responded, raising a eyebrow, tilting her head. She glanced down at the woman's fingers, her eyes narrowing at the twitching.. Strange, was it not?

She wasn't a human, far from it, but no one seemed to notice anyways, so it didn't really matter all to much, but maybe she can just, tease the other woman a little bit before she leaves again

Your fingers are twitching.. Are you sure YOUR a human?

She responds to the woman's movements, a grin on her face as a small chuckle comes from her throat, but her eyes doesn't matching to what she was feeling

[deadbeat-mother]

she stares down at her cold fingers and pushes them into her sleeves, thinking ‘fuck it’ and just gets it over with, she couldn’t give a shit what this scammer thinks of her.

' yes.. im human it’s just cold in here, how do you handle it… '

she blinks slowly and turns back to the fridge, slightly tensing at the fucking flash-bang, she sees beer and a few other things, she stares at the beer and scratches her neck

' do you think one beer will make me get addicted again.. '

[want-a-reading]

Its call relapsing dear.

She responded, tapping her finger on her cheek. Shaking her head

Personally.. I wouldn't drink with my kid in the house..

She paused, thinking on what to say

If your scared about you doing it again, you shouldn't even try to do it at all..

She said, scooting from her chair. Walking only a few steps towards the woman and putting her hands on her shoulder from behind, whispering in her ear

Wouldn't the homeowner be angry when he sees all his beers gone because your pretty little head thought of,. Beer..?

She teased, chuckling as she would lift her hands away from her shoulders her shoulders shrugging as she would chuckle again

But thats just.. My opinion..

[deadbeat-mother]

she doesn’t jolt at the touch like she normally does, she just stays still, staring at the beer before turning around to stare at the fortune teller, tired eyes burning into her, eyes flicking down to her shiny, white teeth.

she turns back around and traces her finger along the cold beer and hums, a light shiver going through her body before holding the beer and bringing it out the fridge

' he can’t get mad over one of them.. if he was really that annoyed with people taking his beer then he would’ve shot that tall man already.. just one won’t hurt.. '

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[want-a-reading]

Just can't sleep, the mumbles of others keep me awake, the feet walking in and out of the house make it hard to, you understand, yes?

She responded, raising a eyebrow, tilting her head. She glanced down at the woman's fingers, her eyes narrowing at the twitching.. Strange, was it not?

She wasn't a human, far from it, but no one seemed to notice anyways, so it didn't really matter all to much, but maybe she can just, tease the other woman a little bit before she leaves again

Your fingers are twitching.. Are you sure YOUR a human?

She responds to the woman's movements, a grin on her face as a small chuckle comes from her throat, but her eyes doesn't matching to what she was feeling

[deadbeat-mother]

she stares down at her cold fingers and pushes them into her sleeves, thinking ‘fuck it’ and just gets it over with, she couldn’t give a shit what this scammer thinks of her.

' yes.. im human it’s just cold in here, how do you handle it… '

she blinks slowly and turns back to the fridge, slightly tensing at the fucking flash-bang, she sees beer and a few other things, she stares at the beer and scratches her neck

' do you think one beer will make me get addicted again.. '

[deadbeat-mother]

The fortune teller heard the kitchen door creak open, she didn't bolt awake, she doesn't sleep anyways, she doesn't need it. So whats the point of sleeping?

She hummed, a low chuckle came not to short after, not seeing who it exactly was yet, she waited until the fridge light would turn on so she could see them a little better, she could always use the excuse she couldn't sleep anyways

Her smile didn't falter when she saw the same mother, always finding a reason to come into the kitchen.. Doesn't she? Well this one is more believable than others..

Hungry? Not even asking your child either.. Pretty surprising even if your so protective of them yes?

But maybe food is only for the mother since she's the 'adult', yes?

@want-a-reading

she blinks slowly, hardly processing the words just spoken, her hand slowing on skimming the items in the fridge

' wh-huh..- eh..? what did you say.. '

she turns around, lacking her usual edge of character, softer and more calm rather than her usual sharpness.

' who..? huh.. how are you still awake.. heh.. you sure ya a human..? '

her fingers twitch as if wanting something warm to hold onto, i mean normally he would push her arms into her sweater but she didn’t want to look like a total idiot

[deadbeat-mother]

The man padded past the office,

doing his daily rounds of finding something to do,

before pausing when he heard a giggle.

He stepped back to the office, letting out a slow huff of breath,

when he noticed the kid giggling at his mask.

He sidled over, silent as to not scare the little one.

He crouched down so he didn't stand over the kid like a giant.

He glanced at the mom- who appeared to be dead asleep.

He looked back at the boy before gently ruffling his hair.

-@s0ld13rrrb0y

she blinks awake, confused at the sight of a random man in a mask.. ruffling her child’s hair? what the fuck..? she pulls her little boy to her side in fear

' what the fuck are you doing, stay away from me my kid and quite frankly ALL the kids in this house, i don’t think @wheretfaremyparents would be happy to be pet like that. '

[deadbeat-mother]

After the little interaction with the woman when she saw her rashes and her bloodshot eyes, she hasn't left the kitchen in a while, not really for anything, not for the bathroom, to go outside, nothing

She's mire less worried about the homeowner finding out if course since.. He has a shotgun.. So the more she waits the worst her chances might get. She noticed her teeth gotten strangely whiter.. No brushing needed, rashes getting worse, eyes more red..

The heat doesn't seem to affect her as much, not like it used to, so she just waits in the kitchen, by the fridge, waiting for something, ANYTHING TO HAPPEN

@wheretfaremyparents

after her (very needed) sleep she walks.. slowly to a seat at the table, she then turns it to the teenager and raises an eyebrow looking at her eyes then furrowing them and squinting.

she slowly rises from her seat and holds the girl’s chin, just enough to be firm but so the teenager can escape whenever she wanted, pulling her mouth open to show her.. more perfect teeth than she remembered on the girl.

' what shit do you have in that bag that.. whitens ya teeth? '

she pulls her fingers away from the girl’s mouth and wipes them on her jeans, she then uses her thumb to pull the teenager’s eyelid open, showing her red eyes.

her fingers twitch as she looks down at the girl’s hands, covered in rashes, oh holy shit she is definitely not human, but what can ya do amirite? she lets go of the girl and pushes her face into her own hands.

[wheretfaremyparents]

I told you, you should've worried about your stupid kid

The teenager didn't speak, nor pull away, her bag was zipped and already on her shoulder, sighing deeply, she already knee that the mother knew she wasn't human, not at all actually, not anymore.

Don't tell the owner.. I'm just gonna leave tonight..

She admitted, just waiting for the sun to fall and the moon to rise again, at least it wouldn't be hard to hide from the sun at least.. Most of the basements she used to hide in smell bad... Eugh

I rather not stay here and get a bullet in between my eyes..

She responded, making finger guns, acting if she was getting shot jn her head, leaning back in the chair, her body going limp, almost falling out of the chair as she did so

[deadbeat-mother]

she grips the teenager’s shoulders so she doesn’t fall off the chair, still concerned for the girl, its not like she would tell homeowner to shoot a fucking teenager in the head, the girl was a visitor but she was still a child in her eyes, reminding her of one of her past children

' what if you didn’t leave, i won’t tell homeowner and he won’t figure out, he’s already tested you and if you’re with me he’ll be less inclined to check you. '

she wipes the teenager’s cheek, there’s nothing there she just wants to feel that she’s still warm, that there’s still something human in her.

she can’t come to terms that she just let this girl into a part of her heart then she turns out to be a fucking visitor, no way, not at all.

[wheretfaremyparents]

Why are you in denial lady?

She blurted out, did she mean it? Well only partially! The homeowner must be a fucking idiot not to fucking notice it, but she guesses she's grateful for that

If I leave the pew I get shot or someone snitches.. Don't you already have a kid?

She mumbled, she already knew it was a bigger risk for her to be in here, visitors kill in groups, meaning if there's ANOTHER visitor, then one by one everyone's gonna be gone

ill come at visit I guess.. Unless that madman doesn't shoot be on the way..

[deadbeat-mother]

' no, you won’t visit, you’ll stay here you won’t leave and i won’t let you, it’s not safe, no ifs or buts. '

she puts her hands on the girl’s shoulders, still in HEAVY denial.. her husband must be gay.. no, that little teenager can’t leave, how old is she? 15? that’s fucking ridiculous.

she checks the girl for signs another time, just making sure she’s actually.. not human, running a hand through her own hair she sighs and stares down, she can’t do anything, this isn’t her child it’s not like she can threaten her like a mother because she isn’t this girl’s mother.

' you’re like a daughter to me just a teenager, you can’t go out there no matter how much better you think it is, you’ll get burnt. '

[wheretfaremyparents]

I said no lady! I don't wana hurt you be in this cramped space anymore!

She pushed back, standing up, her fingers clutched her bag, as she pushed the woman away again, she didn't know what to do, but she thinks that this if fir the best for both if them

I'm leaving tonight.

She said again, more firmly, but what was that going to do? She was a teenager, she was a mother, a grown adult, she just didn't want to look like this around others..

I'm sorry..mom

[deadbeat-mother]

she grabs back onto the teenager, tighter than before but not enough to hurt her so she doesn’t get defensive like usual.

' im not trying to hurt you, im trying to help, going outside will just make it worse because in here atleast you have a chance at life or you’ll have a quick death, burning in that sun would be worse. '

' and i don’t trust you going into random basements, you could get hurt, you’re my daughter a teenager going out with some random people that can hurt you. '

[deadbeat-mother]

After the little interaction with the woman when she saw her rashes and her bloodshot eyes, she hasn't left the kitchen in a while, not really for anything, not for the bathroom, to go outside, nothing

She's mire less worried about the homeowner finding out if course since.. He has a shotgun.. So the more she waits the worst her chances might get. She noticed her teeth gotten strangely whiter.. No brushing needed, rashes getting worse, eyes more red..

The heat doesn't seem to affect her as much, not like it used to, so she just waits in the kitchen, by the fridge, waiting for something, ANYTHING TO HAPPEN

@wheretfaremyparents

after her (very needed) sleep she walks.. slowly to a seat at the table, she then turns it to the teenager and raises an eyebrow looking at her eyes then furrowing them and squinting.

she slowly rises from her seat and holds the girl’s chin, just enough to be firm but so the teenager can escape whenever she wanted, pulling her mouth open to show her.. more perfect teeth than she remembered on the girl.

' what shit do you have in that bag that.. whitens ya teeth? '

she pulls her fingers away from the girl’s mouth and wipes them on her jeans, she then uses her thumb to pull the teenager’s eyelid open, showing her red eyes.

her fingers twitch as she looks down at the girl’s hands, covered in rashes, oh holy shit she is definitely not human, but what can ya do amirite? she lets go of the girl and pushes her face into her own hands.

[wheretfaremyparents]

I told you, you should've worried about your stupid kid

The teenager didn't speak, nor pull away, her bag was zipped and already on her shoulder, sighing deeply, she already knee that the mother knew she wasn't human, not at all actually, not anymore.

Don't tell the owner.. I'm just gonna leave tonight..

She admitted, just waiting for the sun to fall and the moon to rise again, at least it wouldn't be hard to hide from the sun at least.. Most of the basements she used to hide in smell bad... Eugh

I rather not stay here and get a bullet in between my eyes..

She responded, making finger guns, acting if she was getting shot jn her head, leaning back in the chair, her body going limp, almost falling out of the chair as she did so

[deadbeat-mother]

she grips the teenager’s shoulders so she doesn’t fall off the chair, still concerned for the girl, its not like she would tell homeowner to shoot a fucking teenager in the head, the girl was a visitor but she was still a child in her eyes, reminding her of one of her past children

' what if you didn’t leave, i won’t tell homeowner and he won’t figure out, he’s already tested you and if you’re with me he’ll be less inclined to check you. '

she wipes the teenager’s cheek, there’s nothing there she just wants to feel that she’s still warm, that there’s still something human in her.

she can’t come to terms that she just let this girl into a part of her heart then she turns out to be a fucking visitor, no way, not at all.

[wheretfaremyparents]

Why are you in denial lady?

She blurted out, did she mean it? Well only partially! The homeowner must be a fucking idiot not to fucking notice it, but she guesses she's grateful for that

If I leave the pew I get shot or someone snitches.. Don't you already have a kid?

She mumbled, she already knew it was a bigger risk for her to be in here, visitors kill in groups, meaning if there's ANOTHER visitor, then one by one everyone's gonna be gone

ill come at visit I guess.. Unless that madman doesn't shoot be on the way..

[deadbeat-mother]

' no, you won’t visit, you’ll stay here you won’t leave and i won’t let you, it’s not safe, no ifs or buts. '

she puts her hands on the girl’s shoulders, still in HEAVY denial.. her husband must be gay.. no, that little teenager can’t leave, how old is she? 15? that’s fucking ridiculous.

she checks the girl for signs another time, just making sure she’s actually.. not human, running a hand through her own hair she sighs and stares down, she can’t do anything, this isn’t her child it’s not like she can threaten her like a mother because she isn’t this girl’s mother.

' you’re like a daughter to me just a teenager, you can’t go out there no matter how much better you think it is, you’ll get burnt. '

[deadbeat-mother]

After the little interaction with the woman when she saw her rashes and her bloodshot eyes, she hasn't left the kitchen in a while, not really for anything, not for the bathroom, to go outside, nothing

She's mire less worried about the homeowner finding out if course since.. He has a shotgun.. So the more she waits the worst her chances might get. She noticed her teeth gotten strangely whiter.. No brushing needed, rashes getting worse, eyes more red..

The heat doesn't seem to affect her as much, not like it used to, so she just waits in the kitchen, by the fridge, waiting for something, ANYTHING TO HAPPEN

@wheretfaremyparents

after her (very needed) sleep she walks.. slowly to a seat at the table, she then turns it to the teenager and raises an eyebrow looking at her eyes then furrowing them and squinting.

she slowly rises from her seat and holds the girl’s chin, just enough to be firm but so the teenager can escape whenever she wanted, pulling her mouth open to show her.. more perfect teeth than she remembered on the girl.

' what shit do you have in that bag that.. whitens ya teeth? '

she pulls her fingers away from the girl’s mouth and wipes them on her jeans, she then uses her thumb to pull the teenager’s eyelid open, showing her red eyes.

her fingers twitch as she looks down at the girl’s hands, covered in rashes, oh holy shit she is definitely not human, but what can ya do amirite? she lets go of the girl and pushes her face into her own hands.

[wheretfaremyparents]

I told you, you should've worried about your stupid kid

The teenager didn't speak, nor pull away, her bag was zipped and already on her shoulder, sighing deeply, she already knee that the mother knew she wasn't human, not at all actually, not anymore.

Don't tell the owner.. I'm just gonna leave tonight..

She admitted, just waiting for the sun to fall and the moon to rise again, at least it wouldn't be hard to hide from the sun at least.. Most of the basements she used to hide in smell bad... Eugh

I rather not stay here and get a bullet in between my eyes..

She responded, making finger guns, acting if she was getting shot jn her head, leaning back in the chair, her body going limp, almost falling out of the chair as she did so

[deadbeat-mother]

she grips the teenager’s shoulders so she doesn’t fall off the chair, still concerned for the girl, its not like she would tell homeowner to shoot a fucking teenager in the head, the girl was a visitor but she was still a child in her eyes, reminding her of one of her past children

' what if you didn’t leave, i won’t tell homeowner and he won’t figure out, he’s already tested you and if you’re with me he’ll be less inclined to check you. '

she wipes the teenager’s cheek, there’s nothing there she just wants to feel that she’s still warm, that there’s still something human in her.

she can’t come to terms that she just let this girl into a part of her heart then she turns out to be a fucking visitor, no way, not at all.

[deadbeat-mother]

After the little interaction with the woman when she saw her rashes and her bloodshot eyes, she hasn't left the kitchen in a while, not really for anything, not for the bathroom, to go outside, nothing

She's mire less worried about the homeowner finding out if course since.. He has a shotgun.. So the more she waits the worst her chances might get. She noticed her teeth gotten strangely whiter.. No brushing needed, rashes getting worse, eyes more red..

The heat doesn't seem to affect her as much, not like it used to, so she just waits in the kitchen, by the fridge, waiting for something, ANYTHING TO HAPPEN

@wheretfaremyparents

after her (very needed) sleep she walks.. slowly to a seat at the table, she then turns it to the teenager and raises an eyebrow looking at her eyes then furrowing them and squinting.

she slowly rises from her seat and holds the girl’s chin, just enough to be firm but so the teenager can escape whenever she wanted, pulling her mouth open to show her.. more perfect teeth than she remembered on the girl.

' what shit do you have in that bag that.. whitens ya teeth? '

she pulls her fingers away from the girl’s mouth and wipes them on her jeans, she then uses her thumb to pull the teenager’s eyelid open, showing her red eyes.

her fingers twitch as she looks down at the girl’s hands, covered in rashes, oh holy shit she is definitely not human, but what can ya do amirite? she lets go of the girl and pushes her face into her own hands.