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>[“Shit, the floors creak wherever I go- I need to make this quick.”]
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>[Don’t let them hear you.]
>[Bright light keeps the monsters away.]
>[A box hidden under the bed.]
>[There’s an old drawing inside it.]
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>[There’s a pair of shoes hidden under the bed.]
>[There’s something connected to the shoes.]
>[It’s a child. They look frightened.]
[ASKS ARE OPEN]
Yayayay paisley art!!
I actually hate paisley and I’m done ever posting about them EVER!!!!
Paisley is DEAD now!!
April fools
No. Dont worry little one, you're safe
>[The child, Paisley, smiled softly with relief. They slowly crawled closer to you.]
..Promise..?
>[They held their pinkie finger up. The child looked tired, and smaller than before. Their hair continued to be matted and tangled, and their body was still covered in bandaids and bruises. They didn’t smell to great, either.]
I'm... I'm a freind. Not a monster, im not gonna hurt you
How are you feeling?
>[The child sat up a bit, playing with their hair.]
Sleepy..
>[They held their rat plushie close to their face and sat back against the wall.]
Did mama send you here?
Hey paisley
[I kneel down to their level]
Are you ok? How are you feeling? Any bad dreams?
>[The child stares at them for a moment, still half asleep.]
…
>[After a moment of silence, the child scoots back a bit and holds their blanket a bit closer.]
Who are you..?
>[They look a bit frightened.]
>[They’re nothing but a copy.]
>[The child returns, asleep in bed. Their hair is put up into two matted, tangled pigtails. The child is protected by a warm, soft blanket.]
…
>[They blink awake and rub their eyes tiredly. Sitting up, the child sways with lingering sleepiness.]
>[They look exhausted.. and a bit confused.]
Paisley....?
[I wave my hand in front of their face]
Hey are you ok? Do you need anything?
>[Paisley stares forward, blinking a few times.]
Is mama coming..?
>[They stumbled over and leaned heavily against you.]
My tummy hurts again.
>[They suddenly disappeared into thin air.]
>[Technical difficulties. She will be back soon.]
HOLD ON I CAN FIX THIS!!!!
[ magic coding stuff woahsbshbsbsnja REVIVE THE PUPPY ]
It isn’t the same puppy though.. it’s a copy
>[Paisley held the game and stared down at the puppy, watching it run around.]
It died. It isn’t real anymore. The puppy isn’t the same puppy as before, it’s a replica of something that’s gone now. Why did it come back..? It’s supposed to be gone.
>[They aren’t staring at the game anymore, their gaze is now focused on the hands that hold the device.]
>[Paisley seems to be having a bit of a crisis, try again later.]
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Hmmm
Actually here try this
[Gives them a copy of nintendogs]
AWWWW PUPPIES!!
>[Paisley runs off with the game.]
>[A few minutes later, they hand back the game, teary eyed and frowning.]
The puppy died…
>[You didn’t even know that could happen in the game. Must’ve been an unfortunate glitch or an anomaly in the coding.]
How would paisley react if I handed them a Gameboy with Super Mario bros 3?
>[Paisley stares at the Gameboy for a few seconds before turning on the game.]
How do I play..??
>[They press a button and immediately die.]
>[They press another button and die again.]
Am I doing it right?
there's a strange man that comes into the room, seemingly from an elevator. he's a bit shaken and skittish. he walks into the room, and the creaks in the floor start to make noise. he lets out a shaky sigh, looks around for anything. anything at all. his first instinct is to check under the bed, to which there's shoes sticking out. how odd. when he gets down on his knees and checks under the bed …
oh. oh. it's a child. and the man looks shaken up upon seeing the poor, frightened child.
— @prvtagonist 🐀
>[The child jumped at the sight of the strange man, quickly hiding further underneath their bed. At the sight of the man’s face, the child screamed and threw a crayon at his nose.]
“Sweetie, is that you?”
>[A voice can be heard from beyond the room. The child gasped and quickly covered their mouth, shutting their eyes tightly. It wasn’t a good hiding place at all, they would surely be found in seconds.]
>[Footsteps slowly approached the room.]
████ flinches at the scream the child let out, not even caring about the fact they threw a crayon at him, but he does rub his nose a bit. he immediately tried to quickly calm the child down, “ hey, hey, it's okay… i'm sorry, please–” he hears the voice that sounded so familiar that he visibly cringed.
he doesn't go under the bed, he sits there and tries to assess the situation, “okay, uhm— i'm sorry. i didn't mean to, do that. to scare you. is that your mom?” the skittish intern asked, now laying down infront of the bed, looking at the child with kind yet worried eyes.
this child is familiar to him, he thinks.
>[The child nodded slowly, their back against the wall. They slowly took their hands away from their mouth and sniffled.]
You have to hide..! She’s gonna get us!
>[They whispered, their voice shaking. The kid slowly crawled closer to the man, grabbing his sleeve.]
If she finds me she’s gonna—
“What are you doing up there? You’re supposed to be asleep!”
>[The kid flinched from the footsteps, tugging on the man’s sleeve now as they looked around the room frantically, trying to think of something.]
the intern flinched at the voice and immediately took a bunch of stuffed animals from the bed and put it under the blanket, then proceeded to hide under the bed with the child. it was something ████ always did as a kid.
his breathing is shaky and he tries to comfort the child, “ hey, hey, you're okay. i know it's scary, i know. just stay quiet, okay? she won't do anything if i'm here. ” he doesn't know how true it is, but he's doing his best to comfort the child.
>[The child held onto the intern tightly, burying their face in his shirt and shivering. After a moment, the door swung open. The figure stood in the doorway for a few seconds before walking away and slamming the door closed.]
>[Paisley was still hugging the man tight, now crying into his shirt as they crawled out from under the bed.]
She’s gonna come back-! She isn’t gonna stop..
>[They hiccuped, covering their ears and tugging at their hair. The footsteps faded.]
████ flinches at the door swinging open. he sees the feet from underneath the bed and he looks like he was one step away from having a panic attack. there was some sort of strange sense of deja vu that he couldn't shake away. despite this, he looks back at the child with a remorseful look, “ she's gone. she's gone for now. i'm so sorry i had this happen. ”
he quietly crawled out from under the bed and apologized to the child while doing so. the intern bends down to the child's level and gently takes their hands away from their hair to prevent hair-pulling, “ none of that, okay? what do you need? do you need a toy, a hug, anything? ” he asked gently—he knew who fragile a child can get. gentle, gentle, everything has to be gentle. he can't afford to scare them.
that's what he wished he had. the intern had no idea what to do next. he wasn't sure if taking the child was a morally correct thing to do, but all he does was quietly attempt to comfort the child.
>[The child whimpered and tugged on the man’s shirt instead. They wiped their tears and sniffled loudly.]
I want mama to not be mad..
>[They already began to stray away from the man, taking small steps towards the door.]
If I say I’m sorry then maybe she won’t be mad anymore!
>[Paisley quickly tried to run off, reaching up to grab the doorknob.]
the intern's heart dropped at the sight of the child already at the door. no, no, no. it's a trap, they have to know that, right?
out of pure fear and instinct, he immediately grabbed the child's arm and tears began to form in his eyes. the sight of the man is pitiful, “ no, no please don't. you can't do that, you'll— ” he deeply breathed in, it was shaky. he swallowed the lump in his throat before he continued. it's as if he knew what'd happen if the child opened the door and went to mama.
“ mama's gonna be mad with you. mama … ” he paused, thinking of what words to say. “ mama is tired, she probably wants some sleep. ” the intern slapped himself mentally for that lame excuse. whatever. he just hopes it's enough to stop the child from leaving and getting hurt.
>[Paisley stopped at the door and jumped back from it as if it was on fire. They took a few steps away from the door and turned around.]
I won’t make mama more mad then..
>[They ran back over to the man and hugged his legs, seemingly a bit more calm now. In fact, they looked exhausted.]
Mama has my sleepy pills.. I’m really really sleepy, but I don’t think I can fall asleep without them.
>[The door to the elevator creaked open slightly, a blonde haired man peeked in. Paisley quickly tried to hide behind the intern.]
[The child opens the present and pulled out a tiny plastic crown]
You got one so id figured id make a tiny one for your rat, now you can both be princes!
>[The child’s eyes light up, they quickly ran off to grab their rat plushie and placed it on its head.]
Thank you..!
>[They held the rat out in front of them, showing you the rat with the crown.]
(Continuation of the last ask)
Alright then! Whats your favorite color?
>[Paisley looked up at the anon and fidgeted with their hands.]
I really like purple!! I like light purple and light pink too!
Happy holidays paisley! Here, take this!
[They hand the child a wrapped present. Its white with blue snowflakes, and a red bow]
(SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!)
>[Paisley stared at the present for a moment and took it hesitantly.]
Thank you!!
>[They went to open it, carefully unwrapping the gift and setting the pretty red bow aside.]
What is it..?
Hello paisley!
Im making some friendship bracelets, would you like one?
(I read this entire rp and now im obsessed, good work :) )
>[Paisley stared up at the anon, nodding excitedly.]
Yes please! I’ve always wanted one..!
>[Happy Holidays, Paisley!]
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Mama? Is that you?
