Sorry for the long time not see I went through a lot and I am no longer as invested into Homicipher as I once was, RIP but I will try and continue the story as intended lmaooo for now here have some OC drawings
Alright so I am planning on getting out of my house hold. my family is in a legal battle with the state for the house and other stuff and we can’t afford bills and shit. And either way my mom wants to sell the house even if we do get possession over it. She is a lot and i am hitting depression rots again and she accused me of being a porn star over me playing video games with a bra and shorts. She has tried to turn the whole family against me and said a lot of shit. She is actively talking shit about me . Told me stay home because she raised me to be weak and delicate but the told me to join the army. I am tired and worn out I have been working 2 jobs and taking her everywhere because she doesn’t want to drive. I am ready to do the leap of faith and go to college far away in the most peaceful way I possibly can. I want to have my degree I want to be a student and do student things. I am tired of being the adult for an adult.
I have lost so much weight it is crazy and all the muscle I have gained has been slowly going down. My nerves system is so overwhelmed and out of it I can’t sleep at night comfortably. I know what I must do. I just want a normal life and not stress about issues that aren’t mine. I am so scared to run into my ex even seeing their name gives me panic attacks. I am scared to be in the same state and I want out.
Thank yall for yall patience and time i promise i will be posting soon again!
"No, it's okay. Come on, you can stay here. Come in; let me show you the room."
You took him to the guest room and let him get comfortable, only for him to fall asleep immediately after touching the bed.
Nothing better then the warmth of a soft bed with the smell of clean bed sheets and soft and cool pillows.
You closed his room door then went into your room and made sure to lock your door before changing and going to sleep.
It should be okay to let him stay the night. He was a friend and never did anything weird to you so far; he was always kind, so it was okay!
Surely it was okay.
You were still sleeping, and you knew you were.
You were in a weird place. It was a concrete place full of mirrors. You walked around for a bit before realizing that no matter the direction, you would end up in the same place anyway. It was cold and almost monochromatic. There was a tall man who looked similar to Mr. Scarlettella, standing at the end of the hallway while holding his red umbrella; however, he seemed taller than before. The lights were red around him. Wherever he seemed to go, though, the lights seemed to change color into a bright red hue. You walk over to him, hoping it is him; at least you can see a familiar face in such a place.
He noticed that you were approaching him. What was weird, though, was the fact he didn’t seem to be walking but rather teleporting from place to place. You were no longer sure if you wanted to approach him, stopping in your tracks; he, however, was approaching you, slowly growing closer until he was right in front of you in a matter of seconds. You held your breath a little.
“Mr. Scarletella...?”
He looked at you, tilting his head to the side before a smile slowly spread across his face. The smile looked so inhuman, and his eyes were wide open, staring into you, his eyes looks endless black voids with the thinnest red iris circling what seemed to be his pupils.You shivered a bit; this was unnerving. His skin was so pale it was almost white. Everything he was around was turning red; the lights were red. He had no breath; you could hear static all around you with the sound of your heart beating faster. It felt like it was beating so loud he could almost hear it. The smell of blood filled your senses. Metallic and almost hospital like.
“₥Ɇ ₩₳₦₮ ₦₳₥Ɇ. ɎØɄ ₲łVɆ ₦₳₥Ɇ?”
You shook your head not understanding his language opting to swing a fist at the creature man thing, which went right through him making him glitch out only making him get closer to you.
“ɎØɄ ₦₳₥Ɇ ĐɆ₴łⱤɆ. ɎØɄ ₲łVɆ ₦₳₥Ɇ?”
You couldn't understand him; he just kept repeating the same thing. He was so close to your face that you noticed he didn't breathe. He didn’t even blink. He was uncanny yet in a way handsome. You stepped back, which only made him step closer. You were once in the middle of the hall but were now slowly approaching a wall. You leaned back, which only made him lean forward. He was still holding his umbrella over his head; all of his movements didn’t seem human whatsoever; they were jerky, and he moved as though he didn’t have joints. You could almost hear cracking noise from the way he moved.
So inhuman
You could hear your heartbeat growing louder like drums next to your ears.
Ba-dum
Bu—dum
BUDUM
.
You wake up with your lungs gasping for air, which slowly turns into fast breathing as though you were in a marathon.
You looked at your clock, and it was so close to your alarm going off; you caught your breath and tried to slow down your heart rate when the smell of tea and food caught your attention. You got some slippers on and a robe before going to unlock your door and step out.
You saw Mr. Scarlatella over the stove cooking. He was wearing the black turtleneck he fell asleep with and his pants with the slippers that were in the guest room.
“Oh hey, your good morning. How did you sleep?”
He asked while flipping what was in the pan. You had the weirdest dream of your life with this guy in it, but you can't say that.
“Good, how about you?”
“I slept pretty good. Thank you for letting me stay the night. I know I live right upstairs; you really could have let me walk there, you know?”
You approached him to inspect what he was cooking. Grilled fish, miso soup, steamed vegetables, and rice were neatly served on two plates, one for him and one for you.
“I’m not sure how you like your eggs, so I made them well done.”
He handed you a plate and cup full of a bright green drink that looked pretty light and slightly milky.
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome!”
You went to the table and sat down, sniffing the drink in the cup. It smelled like green tea. He then pulled his chair up before sitting down next to you.
“I went down to the corner store and got us some green tea. I’m not sure if you like that.”
You started eating the food, and it was really good. This felt weird; you just had a nightmare of this man while he was in your kitchen making both of you food. Dreams are dreams anyway; they don’t mean anything.
He was a nice guy; he was sweet and just cooked for you. At this point, it feels like you are trying to convince yourself that he is not dangerous. What if Mr. Crawling's warnings get to you? It has to be because you kept overthinking everything. The grilled fish with the vegetables was so good, man, this guy can throw it down in the kitchen.
“How is the food?”
He asked you as if you weren’t almost inhaling the food. You swallowed the chewed-up food in your mouth.
“I love it! It's really good.
His smile was so warm and full of life, unlike the one from your dream.
“Well, I'm glad you like it!”
Your alarm started going off. You excused yourself before getting up to turn off your alarm and then coming back to the table to finish eating. Once you were done, you excused yourself again and started washing the dishes. Once you are fully awake, you realize you look very silly in your Rob and Bunny slippers and your mismatched PJs, but here you are anyway. You will continue because these dishes are not going to clean themselves.
“I like your slippers; they are really cute.”
If God is real, you were praying he smites you on the spot.
“Thank you.”
Another day, another embarrassment. He got done eating and helped clean up the kitchen. He then left for his place to get ready for classes. Once you were done, you started getting yourself ready for class.
~~~~~
His desk was littered with notes, letters, and pictures. This will be perfect, 1 more day to go.
~~~~~
You walk out the door and notice him walking down, and at the same time, you are getting ready to lock your door. He waved at you while carrying his usual umbrella and backpack full of books and papers.
“Would you like to walk together?”
You rattle your doorknob to make sure the door is locked.
“Sure, why not?”
You started walking, and the sun hit you so bright in the face that you covered your eyes with your hand before Mr. Scarletella’s umbrella covered you from the sun. Now really looking at it his umbrella was huge how did it cover both of you so well?
“The sun is quite bright out today.”
“Yeah it is”
The sun was so bright that it made the light coming through cast a red tint on anything that went under the umbrella. You look up to Mr. Scarletella, and you are able to see how bad his eye bags are. You took notice at the library, but now really looking at him, it looked like he didn’t get much sleep at all either.
“Do you sleep much often?”
He looked down at her for a second before touching his under eyes and sighing softly, almost out of embarrassment.
“Yeah, I don’t get much sleep often; I have a lot of nightmares and just a lot of work to do.”
He kind of gave a small, pitiful laugh.
“But I did sleep well tonight. I didn’t have any nightmares. So that was really awesome!”
You nodded happily knowing that he was able to sleep well even though you were not able to. The red of the umbrella only made you more sure that red was his color. For a moment you forgot that in the morning you usually catch up with Mr. Crawling before the classes start. You were not ready for their bickering; for now, you would enjoy the peace.
Some parts of the area didn’t have sidewalks, but usually, it wasn’t a problem. You pull your phone out of your pocket for just a split second to look at the time before you feel Mr. Scarletella pick you up quickly, bride style, as a car swerves too close to both of you. In the process, you dropped your phone, which got crushed by the car, and Scarletella's umbrella fell right behind your phone.
His grip on you was strong and tight. You both get out of the danger zone or the car and just stare at the car as it keeps swerving down the 2-lane road. It was a small place but not enough for a person to do all that.
Scarletella slowly put you down on the ground, feet first, so you could stand. You both stayed still for a second, trying to absorb what just happened. You walked over to where you saw your phone and Scarletella’s umbrella. You picked up his umbrella first because it was the closest, then your phone that had a shattered screen but overall seemed fine.
“That was weird.”
You stated he just looked to where the car came from in annoyance more than anything. You walked back over to him and handed him his umbrella. He inspected it to make sure it was okay, which it seemed to be okay.
“Thank you for helping me.”
He looked down at you with a frown.
“It’s okay; nothing to worry about. Can’t have someone important get hurt!”
His eyes were sincere and full of warmth, with his whole face and body expressing nothing but a fondness to you.
You could feel the affection in his expression.
“Plus I remember their license plate. XCT434”
Now him starting at the car made sense.
“Nice!”
You both make it to school and are greeted by Crawling, Chopped, and Silvair. Those two, Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair, seemed to be inseparable!
Crawling came right up to you and greeted you with your usual hug and, of course, a huge side eye to Scarletella but a small ‘hello’ nonetheless. Crawling in Scarletella to listen to being upset about something as if they were competing with every action that they did. You shrugged, letting them bicker, and going to your locker, opening it up, some red hearts were inside of it. There was no name, no nothing, just scarlet red hearts, but it wasn’t even White Day; that was tomorrow. Crawling looked over to you to notice that red hearts fell out too, and that only seemed to make him quiet. While on the other hand it seemed to make Scarletella happy.
You weren’t sure what to do with them; you just put them to the side for a bit and tried to not be loud about what just happened. Unfortunately for you, Mr. Chopped saw it.
“OMGGG, is someone already trying to confess to you??? How exciting! Plus, look, that’s so cute—little hearts everywhere!”
He grabbed the small pile of red hearts from your locker and inspected them a bit.
“No name?? Why would someone do that? Unless they really, really like you, maybe they are too shy!”
You felt embarrassment creeping in with a mix of shyness. There’s not much to do before you could take the hearts back. Crawling yanked them out of his hand and threw them away. The whole group was staring at you.
“Awww, come onnn, they were so cute!!”
Your face was so hot you could cook an egg on it. You grabbed your books and things you needed and closed your locker.
This was going to be a long day of teasing.
“But White Day isn’t today; it’s tomorrow!”
Mr. Chopped exclaimed, and it made sense why someone would do this.
“Maybe they extra like you! woooO”
Back to square one.
Crawling was having none of it; he was upset; he knew who did it. The culprit was standing right in front of him, smiling like a creep. How he hated that red man; he could not be trusted, especially with the kind of people his family was. They were all weird, and Crawling was a weird, silly guy, but not as weird as them.
Crawling handed you a cookie to try.
“Here I went with this design for the club day cookies.”
You grabbed it, and it was still a very detailed piece with the logo on the bag. You took it out, and it had the baking club's logo on the cookie as well. It was so neatly done.
“This looks beautiful. Crawling, nice job!”
You took a bite out of the cookie, and it was a vanilla cookie. It was soft and not too sweet!
“Mhm! Delicious as always!”
Crawling smiled at you before facing towards Scarletella in which they both exchanged looks.
Looks that you know would only cause more pain today.
Recap from the last chapter -
You both resided on different sides of the city. It's pouring too much. You made the decision to thug it out.
White Day was just around the corner.
“You are not okay. Do you want help?”
What else is absent from your home?
Before you departed, did you leave your sweater there? You were accomplishing a lot before you went, who knew!
What else may disappear?
Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms.
You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week!
Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.
What else may disappear?
Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms.
You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week!
Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.
Following your every move with such intent and wonder.
His red eyes looked almost black due to the way his pupils expanded at just the sight of you. A warm tingle went from his head down through his spine. Making every fiber of his being yearn to get closer. Although it was a simple and messy home outfit in his eyes, you couldn't look any better.
The smell of you lingering on your recently thrown-away clothes, especially in your undergarments. mixed with your scent and watching you move around and do everyday tasks, deepening the pit of desire from his entire body. His wants winning the best of him, taking him slowly, pulling him into an almost religious experience, allowing himself to bask not only upon your scent but simply watching you.
His breath grew unsteady with each passing minute.
You are his muse.
The apple of his eye.
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet.
He gasped for air as if it was his first time breathing, holding your clothes over his face, not allowing any sound to escape him. He wants nothing more than for you to occupy his mind in such a high. His head spins in a fuzzy haze, mind, and body wanting nothing more than his very reason for breathing.
You jam out to your favorite songs while getting your home together. Although yes, the apartment was old, and a lot of the stuff was broken, like the cooling system, it is still a home.
White Day was so close around the corner now, 3 days left.
What will you do if Mr. Crawling does confess? You love him so much, but he was your friend, nothing more, as the men in red stated.
Although the man in red himself wasn't too bad. He was tall, with dark, pretty, tired eyes, and very kind even after the way you treated him after the incident with Mr. Crawling by the lockers during the weekday. He got you your favorite drink as well. His hair framed his face nicely enough to see at least one eye at all times. He seemed to be smart as well, being in the student council team helping organize events and school trips.
He had pretty broad shoulders as well. He seemed to be well-built under his shirt and jacket.
The silent type can be so hot and mysterious!
Now you're stuck, what if they both like you?? What will be your response? You are just a normal person so that might not happen.
You took some time to also stretch mobility is important you know! Makes it easier to get comfy to in a weird position while going to sleep.
Today was a productive enough day, but what would make it better would be getting some takeout, maybe some pizza, Chinese food, or Olive Garden.
Chinese food was the closest to the apartment, as was the lady, who was always so sweet, plus she had a lot of things besides food. It was like a mini gas station.
You put on some pants and slip on a hoodie and jacket to stay warm from the cold rain. Some lip balm so your lips don’t get chapped from the cold weather.
You make sure to have your phone in your pocket, house keys, and wallet.
You quickly walk to the store. At the store, you bump into none other than the red man. Mr. Scarletella.
"Oh hey, I didn't know you came here."
You stated you are now getting a bit more comfortable with starting a conversation with the man. He seemed to be caught off guard by your presence at the small store.
"Hello Y/N, yes, I like to come here often to do more grocery shopping from time to time. What about you? What did you come to buy?"
You were basically standing in front of him with how small the shop was. You walked up to the counter near the menu.
"I'm just here for some takeout. It's been a long day, but I'm pretty happy, but what about you? What did you come here today for?"
How your eyes shined and how nice you looked made his heart flutter. He must stay composed.
"I am here to grab a couple of items for my fridge."
Not true. You always here after teird day. Me want you.
“Would you like some drinks on me for the takeout?”
“That would be nice! If you want, we can share takeout at my place!”
He leaned in closer to you.
“That would be nice.”
You paid for the food. He paid for the drinks while helping you carry the food on your way back home.
He took off his coat and left it on the hooks near the living room.
“I see you came well prepared this time around.”
“Yup.”
You said you were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation.
You troubled. Not hurt. You like me.
It felt like all his attention was on you and only you, nothing more. You could feel him gaze on you at all times.
You entered your apartment happy that you cleaned it earlier.
You grabbed some plates and started sharing the food with him while he placed the cold beverages on the table.
"Here is your plate, and this is mine." You placed his plate on the table and sat down next to him.
"Thanks again for the drinks; that was really sweet of you."
He smiled a bit. "It's all good! It's always nice to drink after a long day."
He held out his bottle of sake as if waiting for something. You clinked your beer against his drink before you both started drinking.
You ended up watching some reality TV with him while eating. It made it easier to sit in silence or talk through each bite. Once you both finished up, you took your plate and were about to take his to the sink before he gently stopped you by holding your wrist.
"It's okay, I got it. Just show me where the kitchen is."
"No, no, you're okay. You're a guest in my house; you're all good."
He shook his head.
"No, you already bought the food, which costs more than the drinks. Let me help you clean up."
You thought about it for a bit; if he really wanted to help, he could, plus he offered to do so, so that wouldn't make you a bad host. You let go of his plate and allow him to take it.
"Alright, the sink is right there."
You point past him, and he turns his head, looking at where you are pointing. Once he sees the sink, he nods, grabbing your plate and utensils along with his and making his way to the sink.
You grab the empty bottles and throw them away in the trash.
Mr. Scarlettela rolled up his black sleeves to his forearms before turning on the water and starting to wash the dishes.
He was very kind, or could it be he was still trying to show he was a good person?
“..' I will show you.'
He walked away.
He has done a lot so far, even out of that context, though. He could have let you struggle in the rain after being so stupid and running away like that from Mr. Crawling. He helped, though, as well as the current interaction offering to clean the plates and buy drinks.
"So what do you do outside of school? Because I know you must be busy being a student council."
He finished up washing the dishes.
"I like to read in my spare time. How about yourself?"
He started drying off his hands on the cloth that was on the side of the sink.
"That's cool; me too!"
Once he was done, he turned around to you with his sleeves still rolled up.
"That's awesome! What kind of books do you read?"
You froze in place; you can't tell the truth!
"Um, I like fictional and fantasy books."
"Oh wow, that's really nice, too. What are your favorite series?"
"I like Crave by Tracy Wolff, or Legends & Lattes by, I believe, Travis Baldree is pretty good."
You're pretty sure those books were tame; it has been a long while, so you really don't remember.
"Ahh, a romance novel enjoyer, I see! I too enjoy them; I really like Legends & Lattes. I haven't read Crave, but I'll check it out sometime!"
The way you want the earth to swallow you whole at the moment was too real.
You cracked open another beer and quickly got to sipping, hoping he would stop asking questions.
You were low-key getting a bit tipsy, but what did you expect chugging down that much beer??
“Oh man, it’s already nighttime? But you live here; will you be good going home?”
“Yes, I will be okay! Before I go, could I perhaps use your restroom really quickly?”
“Yeah, it’s down that hall next to the room.”
“Alright, thank you!”
You walked to your living room and continued watching the K-drama on screen, waiting for him to finish up.
After a while you started to wonder if he was okay or if he fell down the toilet because he was taking a long time.
While that exact thought came to mind, you heard his voice from behind you.
“Pretty good show. What’s the name of it again?”
You quickly twisted your neck to him.
“I thought you were still in the bathroom.”
“No, I finished a while ago but got caught up in the show.”
So he was there the whole time in silence, watching the show??
“Anyways, It is getting quite late; I better start going home. Thank you so much for inviting me over!”
You put your drink down and got up.
“Yuh, not a problem; it’s all good. Make sure you have your things!”
You stated as you walked him to the door of your apartment.
“I think I have everything I feel like I’m missing something, but I’m not sure what. I have my keys, my wallet, and my jacket. It’s fine; let me know if you find anything of mine here!”
You open the door wide for him to leave.
“Alright, well, it was nice having you over as well. You have a good night!”
He walked out the door waving bye to you.
“Good night!”
You waved back before closing the door.
You turned off your TV and made sure all the lights were off.
You walked to your bathroom and brushed your teeth before heading to bed and sleeping off the slight drunk.
-~*•🌙✨•*’z
His hands trembled over the empty tin can.
Fingers grazing over the opening before pressing his lips against the opening where your lips once were, leaving leftover lip balm.
The best part of it all was he was able to hold your wrist!
Today has been a good day, his mind clouding once again; however, he wouldn’t let his ends loose. He needs to make sure he was the only person who you’d say yes to during White Day.
It was now in 2 days.
2 days is a lot of work to do a lot of preparation—only the best for his darling.
….
Zzzzzzzz
..☀️☁️
You woke up to your alarm blaring today; it was another day of school. You were pretty excited about it because White Day is coming up, and who doesn’t love White Day! Just two more days!
You got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and gathered all your items for school before walking out of the house.
The school gave out free food, and you’re already paying a lot of money to attend that college, so you’re going to make sure to take advantage of that!
The food might be alright, but it is still where your money is going towards!
You step out the door before you get pushed to the floor, knocking the air out of you.
You then feel someone also land on top of you almost immediately after.
Your vision went a little dark, but you quickly caught your breath. It honestly felt like the Minecraft scene when you take damage.
The day is just starting, and you're already dealing with bullshit. Come on now.
“Oh my god!I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Mr. Sacrletella.
He quickly pulled himself off you and stood on his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You sat up slowly, low-key throwing him a dirty look.
“Are you okay?? I’m so sorry my alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to have a meeting today!”
You reached out for his hand and took it. He pulled you up with ease.
He looked at your head to make sure it was all okay.
“I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry, here I can call us a ride to the school so we don’t both run late because of me.”
“Sounds like a fair offer.”
You both sat in silence waiting for the ride to arrive at the apartment.
"So what time do your classes start?"
"At around 10:30"
"Oh, that's not bad at all!"
"Yup."
Now you were going to miss the nasty food from the cafeteria that your money is paying for.
"Did you eat breakfast yet?"
You shook your head, wanting to tell him you missed it because of this stupid bump in.
His shoulders fell more, seeing almost as a look of defeat.
"I'm really sorry. Let me buy you breakfast as an apology for everything."
"You don't have to do that, you know?"
You were hoping he would insist because you were hungry and not trying to be greedy.
"No, no, really, let me get you something to eat."
Always love some free food.
You hummed, and before you could start your sentence, the car pulled up.
“Our ride is here; let’s go.”
You nodded, getting up and following. Mr. Scarletella
He opened the door for you to come into the car and closed it behind you.
You buckle up your seatbelt, and Mr. Scarletella hops into the car as well, putting on his seatbelt.
The drive was silent for a bit; the driver was an older woman. Her rugged voice broke the silence.
“So are you two a couple?”
You are confused and astonished by the question, before looking to the side where Mr. Scarletella was only to see him facing away from you.
“Uhm, no, we are not. I’m not sure if he does have a girlfriend, though!”
The old lady chuckled a little.
“I’m just asking; I thought you two were a couple!”
After having been in silence for so long, Mr. Scarletella took a glimpse of you to see your reaction, which was nothing more than confusion and nervous body language.
The rest of the ride to school was spent in silence. Nothing else but pure silence and embarrassment throughout it all.
You thanked the driver kindly before leaving the car and arriving at school.
Your stomach was starting to growl from hunger, so you looked over to Mr. Scarletella, who was right next to you, looking around the school entrance while the car pulled away.
"I promised you food." He looked down towards you smiling.
"Plus, I wouldn’t want to have you distracted by a grumbling stomach all class!"
You look away in shame and sadness at the comment, cheeks warming up a bit while he just chuckled to himself.
"What would you like? Just let me know because I am hungry myself."
"I really like (fav food) from (fav fast food). We could possibly get something from there. I'm unsure if you like them."
"Oh, that's my favorite place as well!"
Me not known.
"Oh nice, let's go then before we need to get to class and you need to get to your meeting."
You both rushed to get there and ordered quickly.
"Thank you so much for the food. Once again, you really didn't have to buy it for me."
That’s so sweet! He didn’t have to buy you food as you stated before, but you were happy and grateful that he did either way.
"It was no problem. Truly, I am very sorry for everything today. I hope you can forgive me."
"No, truly, it's okay. I really do appreciate the food very much, but you must get going; you have a meeting to be in, and I have a class I need to get to!"
He perked up almost as though he forgot even after the first reminder.
"Yes, you are right, YN. I will see you around then!"
"See ya!" You rushed to class as fast as you could, almost in a running manner.
"No running in the hallways!" He winked, chuckling at his own joke.
You faked a laugh a bit before continuing on your merry way.
You rushed to class and made it before the teacher arrived so that you could get settled in.
You sat next to Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped in class. He looks upset until he saw you walk through the door, causing him to smile and wave at you.
You quickly sat down at your desk before you got bombarded by questions from both.
“What happened?"
"Are you okay?"
"Why are you late?”
You know Mr. Crawling doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella, so what could you say? But you can’t lie to your friend either! What to do? Hard choices in all reality, but you also don't want him to worry and think you don't trust his better judgment; a white lie will do. It's not really lying but just omitting certain facts.
"There was a bit of an incident, so I was running late for school."
Mr. Chopped seemed satisfied while Mr. Crawling seemed unsatisfied with that answer but took it nonetheless.
Mr. Chopped had his hair braided with little clips here and there so his hair wasn't in the way but still looked cute.
"Well, thankfully it was nothing serious, and you are here in one piece!"
Mr. Chopped stated while starting going on about what he did with Mr. Silver yesterday and how science class was really difficult. You turned over, nodded, and smiled. Mr. Chopped was really a talkative person, but you didn’t mind listening to his long discussion sessions about nothing sometimes.
In all honesty, you were glad he started talking because you did not know how to explain that you were basically hanging out in a car with the guy that Mr. Crawling absolutely does not want you to be around because he is dangerous. You knew Mr. Crawling would not like it whatsoever and would ask more questions, maybe even start following you to make sure you were okay.
In the middle of Mr. Chops's conversation, the teacher walks into the classroom surprisingly late; the class has now started.
Time skip—
Once class was over, all three of you walked around to the yard; you still had your bag of food ready to eat. Yes, you took small bites of it throughout class, but you can’t just eat a full meal in class!
You settled down at a small circular table big enough for 3-4 people. So all 3 of you were facing each other; you can see behind them, but they couldn’t and vice versa. The boys pulled their food and started eating and joking and laughing and gossiping until their smiles faltered a bit, and then their smiles slowly turned into something different, each while staring behind you.
Mr. Chopped seemed confused but relaxed, while Mr. Crawling seemed upset and worried.
You sighed. Your suspicion was confirmed; they say Mr. Scarletella is approaching you all. Ironically, even though people were scared of him, he was still really popular with the girls and people who like boys. That was very confusing because the crowd was a mix of trying to talk to him and trying to get away from him.
“Hello YN, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped. Do you mind if I sit with y'all?”
You shrugged; Mr. Chopped shook his head no, moving to the side so he could sit. While Mr. Crawling told him no.
To Mr. Crawling's dismay, Mr. Scarletella sat down at the table right between you and Mr. Chopped.
Mr. Crawling sat even closer to you at the table, and so did Mr. Scarletella.
You feel like you're in the middle of something between the two; you were basically shoulder to shoulder with them.
This is some middle school drama-looking situation.
“So what made YOU want to sit HERE?”
Mr. Crawling grabbed your arm that was resting on your side before he grabbed onto it and leaned against you while Mr. Scarletella placed his hand over yours, pulling it to his lap.
They kept fighting over who was sitting here and all other types of petty stuff. You felt like a rope in a tug of war over whatever they were arguing about, something you couldn’t understand.
This felt like a shojo manga type of shit, like what!
You pull your arms away from them, which made both of them become silent. You stood up and walked towards Mr. Chopped and sat next to him.
Both of them looked shocked and confused but then redirected that into anger towards each other. You looked at Mr. Chopped, who looked back at you.
“So, hm, you like grapes?”
He pushed his plate over to you, which you took like 2, so it wasn’t rude.
You both stared in amusement at the fight between the two.
They both said something that they seemed to both agree on. This, however, prompted Mr. Chopped to start giggling and poking you.
You in fact did not know what they were saying; you were cooked. You know you heard your name in there but not enough to know what is going on. What a shame.
Mr. Scarletella got up and walked over to you.
“Hey, I don’t think I got you a drink with the food. Want to go get you one?”
You shrugged your shoulders; you didn’t need a drink; it would be nice, though.
“Hey YN, I actually brought you a drink here. I know it’s your favorite!”
Mr. Crawling pulled the can/pouch from his bag, holding it over towards you.
“That’s warm, though I’m sure they would prefer a cold drink, isn’t that right?”
Mr. Scarletella stood over behind you while Mr. Crawling glared daggers at him.
“I don’t really mind, but also I don’t want food to go to waste.”
You don’t know whether to go for the cold drink or the warm one that Mr. Crawling brought for you with much love. It was kind of chilly, so you decided to decline the cold beverage from Mr. Scarletella.
“I think I’m good with this that Mr. Crawling has, plus you already did buy me food, and I don’t want you to be inconvenienced by that. I appreciate it, though!”
Mr. Crawling gave him a small, sly smirk while Mr. Scarletella hummed, glaring at him. Mr. Scarletella placed a hand on your shoulder.
“You don’t inconvenience me with anything; I'm just trying to ensure you are eating well."
"Thank you. I appreciate your concern as well as the fact that you got me this other food. Let's just all enjoy the food."
You patted the seat next to you for him to sit rather than stand. He sat between you and Mr. Crawling; Mr. Crawling did not like it, but he did not protest your choices.
Lunch over~~
You waved them goodbye as they headed different ways to class, except Mr. Scarletella,
"So you have a class upstairs as well?"
You asked him if he seemed flustered by the fact you saw him going the same direction.
"Yes, I do."
"So how did your meeting go? I know you said you were late to it this morning."
"Yes, my meeting went very well and was a great success. I managed to convince them to make a spring festival for the whole school."
"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Let me know how that goes and what stuff you will have, because it sounds fun! Well, this is my class right here. I'll see you in a bit."
"Will do! See you in a bit!"
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This was a free period for him as well; the student council tended to have meetings during this time. It wasn't a required meeting, so he decided to skip it. He tried to not make any sound, but it was hard not to using the hand that held yours. The privilege that he had to hold your hand out of all people. The air feeling short from his lungs with his other hand covering his mouth. His heart racing, nothing but mumbling your name as if you were a god to pray to.
He continued with only you in mind.
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After 2 other classes and a boring lecture, you were free! You had nothing to do after school today, so you went to visit Mr. Crawling. He was part of the baking club, and he was really good at it too. You make your way over to the club room and see Mr.crawling working on some cookies it seems. He was so focused on placing the frosting on them he didn’t notice you standing in front of him.
“Hey, Mr. Crawling, what are you doing there?”
He flinched a little before quickly lifting his head up to see you.
“Oh hey!”
He smiled at you before looking back down at the cookies he was decorating.
“I’m making some cookies. They have club day coming up soon, so here I am trying to see what cookies would look better. What do you think?”
He stepped to the side, letting you have a close look at all the designs he made. There were cookies that were decorated to look like a strawberry cake, others that were plain chocolate chip cookies, and others that just said, “Join the baking club!” On a plain background.
They all look pretty cute, some simple, others very complex, but if they had to make many of them, the plain ones seemed to be the best choice.
“Why don’t you do the plain cookies, and the bags you put them in when handing them out can have the baking club's logo on it?”
He thought about it for a second and nodded.
“Yeah, that would be way easier but still pushing the club's name!”
You nodded, although you doubted he hadn’t thought about that yet; maybe he just wanted to make sure to leave a good impression.
“Do you want one of them?”
He asked, pushing the finished cookies towards you; they were too pretty to eat! But Mr. Crawling's cooking is also so amazing that you can’t decline. Last time you did decline, he was hurt, thinking you disliked his cooking. He took pride in his cooking skills.
“I’ll take this one right here, thank you so much!”
You grabbed the cookie and took a bite out of it; you could see him perk up with pride in his work.
“Where is Mr. Chopped? He is usually here with you, isn’t he?”
Mr. Crawling shrugged.
“I’m not sure; maybe he is with Mr. Silvair! He said he wasn’t doing very well in science.
“Ahh, okay, thank you. Well, I will stop disturbing you and let you work in peace. Thank you again for the cookie; they are delicious as always! I will be back for more!”
You waved your hand at him while you started making your way out the door.
“Thank you! See you in a bit!”
You walked off on your way to find Mr. Silvair; you passed the nurse's office, where he usually was. He wasn’t there, so he must be in the biology room. You walked past the library and the similar redhead holding a book, sitting alone.
You peeked through the door slightly. Mr. Scarletella flinched a little but quickly turned over to see you.
“Hey, what are you doing here alone?”
He almost seemed embarrassed; he cleared his throat before he spoke up.
“Well, I am the president of the reading club, so I like to go over books and see what we should read next.”
You hummed in understanding.
“That’s nice. I didn’t know we had that as a club.
He looked at you.
“Yeah, we are a small, close club. You should come by sometime and join us for a book review.”
“Yeah, I should, so what are you reading?”
You pulled a chair nearby and sat next to him. He was a little taken aback by this action and quickly grabbed the book.
“So I’m reading Crier's War, and it is a beautiful story so far. The book starts with humans making AI, but over time the AI that become human are called automae because they become sentient. These robots were made to be the perfect human beings. They then take over the humans, which starts their empire. It really is going over what your character says about you and being human. They talk about the corruption within. I love it so far, and I think my club will love this book.”
(This is an actual book, by the way, and it’s fire. It is a queer fiction book if you're into it or aren't into it.
You nodded; it did sound pretty cool. The duality and what makes someone truly human: is it their actions, or is it the fact that they are physically human?
“I will come by for your next book meeting, then let me know what day it is so I can be ready!”
He pulled a book out from his bag and handed it to you.
“This is the book we are reading. If you want, we can go over it and read it at your place.”
You took the book and nodded.
“Welp, I’ll see you around then!”
You got up and walked away to continue looking for Mr. Chopped!
You made your merry way up to the 3rd floor to go to the biology lab.
You found him!
Mr. Chopped with Mr. Silvair, they seem to become friends. You knocked and walked right in. Mr.Silvair was the same age as you all he was a teachers assistant who took over cause he was just too good at what he dose.
So they get straight into biology lessons. How unfortunate or maybe fortunate?
Time skip is boring~~~~~
The sun was setting.
You walk past the library once again and still see Mr. Scarletella in there. What was he still doing here??You walk into the library and make your way to him.
“Hey, you okay? What are you still doing here?”
Now that you got closer, you could see he was falling asleep. He had a lot of paper on the table mixed with books.
His head was in his arms; you did not notice until now, but his nails were painted red as well. Red seemed to be his favorite color, and it really did suit him well. You noticed deep eye bags under his eyes, suggesting he hasn't been sleeping well. You gently tapped his shoulder, which seemed to catch his attention. It was for sure time for him to go home.
“You okay? Let’s get your stuff together so you can get sleep at home.”
You started grabbing papers, some more scribbled on than others, and had a list that seemed to be like a plan of sorts while you were gathering them together. You glanced at one paper, and it had your name on it. You tried to read a little bit of it. Mr. Scarletta snatched the papers from your hand quickly before you could get a better look.
“It’s okay; I got it!”
He scrambled to get his items, shoving them into his bag.
“Alright, if you say so."
You awkwardly stepped away and watched him put all his belongings in his bag.
"So, are you sure you don't need help? That's a lot of papers."
He shook his head, waving his hand, showing he's all good. Once he was done, he got up and pushed his chair in.
"Okay, I am ready."
You nodded, feeling bad about not helping him while he seemed off or maybe just tired. So you made your way out of the library and down the stairs to get to the first floor; you peeked into the baking club room and couldn't find any signs of Mr. Crawling being there anymore.
"What are you looking for?"
"Mr. Crawling, I saw him here earlier before I went to look for Mr. Chopped. He might have gone home already."
You pulled out your phone while walking to the exit of the school and quickly texted Mr. Crawling asking if he was home before putting your phone away.
You didn't notice how the red eyes followed your every move and got a glimpse of other text messages shared between the two of you.
"So you and Mr. Crawling are close?"
You were surprised by that comment, so you just shrugged.
"I mean, he has helped me a lot, especially with getting used to the school when I first came here. I remember I was so lost and confused."
He nodded in understanding.
"Have you had an easy time adapting to the school then?"
"Yes, all thanks to him!"
"I'm glad to hear it was easy to adapt to the school environment."
You continued walking towards the apartment complex in silence.
You got there, and it was already very dark by the time you got home.
The building was huge and had around 12 floors. You were lucky to get a bottom floor, but due to its age, there was no elevator in the building, so it would be a lengthy walk from here. Mr. Scarlettela was so sleepy that it seemed like he wasn't going to make it to the top floors. You have eaten with him before and got tipsy, and he didn't do anything. He was also really nice to other students and never got in trouble. He could take the guest's room that way, so he doesn't have to walk all 12 steps, and he looked so tired.
"Hey Mr. Scarletella, what apartment do you live at?"
"on the 12th floor"
"You look tired. I have a guest room because it is a long way up there to your apartment."
"It is okay; I can make it up there." He said between yawns.
You chuckled a little.
"No, it's okay. Come on, you can stay here. Come in; let me show you the room."
You took him to the guest room and let him get comfortable, only for him to fall asleep immediately after touching the bed.
You closed his room and went into your room and made sure to lock your door before changing and going to sleep.
It should be okay to let him stay the night, right? He was a friend and never did anything weird to you so far; he was always kind, so it was okay!
Surely it was okay.
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Sorry it took so long I kept forgetting to save while writing so I had to keep rewriting things like 10x🗿. iuwegiugaweiyfy
Enjoyyyyy
Also, he was jerking off in the window part as well as when he was in the bathroom after not going to the meeting. I am unsure if it wasn't clear, but I just want you all to know. I would rather you know than continue, because then it will get weirder.
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Mr.Scarletella x GN reader
Wrong locker
Part 3
Quick run down-
You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawlin
3 times the charm more trying out tweening with mr delulu its better then the last few cause practice helps but it is something I am still learning to do and make.
His shoes where the hardest part to draw in all honesty. Like ahhhhh i am gettin gused to the way the layers work however next thing i wanna tackle would be using shading cause i dont understand itttttt
Btw shout out to burr that is the app i use on my ipad to make this animation happen cause yayyy
The struggle this is so real this was the first one I made besides the scarlet one which is crazy, but the struggle was so real I was fighting for my life. It took me around two days in order to create the single five second could you believe it?
It was worth my time
I like it, but I’m not sure I feel like something is missing, but I won’t know until I continue trying to make this kind of animation
I’m trying to make some new things should be on their way soon
The outfit is low key based on the writing I’ve been making “wrong locker” a collage au thingy
This is the second time I’ve tried this animation style. The first one I did was a Mr. crawling one and now it’s this one with the Scarletta. I know that it’s not very well-made but it is like my second time trying to animation style. Hopefully, I will get better as I continue, but this is like literally dump everything in place account thing.
Trying to finish and polish things out, but everything is just here every single thing literally..
Voice text of speech so a lot of the stuff doesn’t make sense unfortunately:(
The outfit is low key based on the writing I’ve been making “wrong locker” a collage au thingy
After a long day and pay day coming you decided to treat yourself and buy a lot of new make up. You couldn’t decide what lipsticks look best. So you decide to try them out with your fellow ghost partner.
Mr.Crawling:
At first he was confused at what you brought home. usually you bring some food home. But what are this new objects.
“Lipstick” sounded weird and looked funny. Is in fact not edible. :(
You put it on and the color appears on your face?? Very cool!
“This make me look pretty?” He always thinks you’re pretty! “Always pretty!” You look away from your mirror.
Then you tried another color! “This more pretty?” He was thought they both look beautiful on you. You giggle a little at his confusion.
You kiss him on the cheek with the lipstick. It seems it isn’t transfer proof as it claims.
You try another lipstick on. Another kiss on his nose. How can this claim their transfer proof if they still transfer!!
Many more lipsticks in different shades later and a Mr.crawling smitten after all the kisses later.
You laugh at how silly he looks and show him the mirror.
“Me many kisses you” you point out. He just giggles in adoration “many more me desire!”
Turns out it was transfer proof lipstick you just didn’t let it dry properly.
He has lipstick stains on his face even after removing the prints.
Loves ever second of attention from you.
Wants to return the favor and put lipstick to kiss you all over your face!
Mr.Scarletella
He sees you with a bag in hand. You pull out a tube. He usually seem you put it on after every body you dropped in his territory. But now he can see if up close
“Lipstick” you show him the tube. It’s the same color as his coat. He loves matching colors with you.
You put it on your lips “This make me pretty?” He nodded smiling seeing his color on you. “You pretty” You kiss his cheek leaving a red stain on his face. His eyes widening and a pink shade appearing in his face. He wants more!
“This more pretty me?” What are you talking about you’re always pretty? This man is down bad for you! “Always you pretty. Me not understand.” You laugh giving him another kiss on his forehead.
Conditioning him by accident. For ever you pretty a kiss with a different shade lipstick. His face was covered in kiss marks he loved ever second of it. You showed him his reflection. He loved it
Dose not want to take it off.
You kissed him. It’s showing your together. He likes you. You kissing and getting close is you two being together.
You end up taking the stains off unwilling to his dismay.
Every time he sees you pulling out lipstick he says “You pretty.” and waits for his kiss all while leaning down to you level.
His wrapped around your finger. Anything for a kiss. anything.
However don’t play with him he dose not like to be played around like that. He will stand on business.
Mr.Gap
He thinks it’s interesting. He has painted nails! He has been more times in the human world then another of the the other ghosts.
“This pretty?” You show him the color. He shrugs. He dosnt really care. “Can kiss you?”he doesn’t understand kisses; all he knows is that it makes him special. He likes to be special to you.
This man doesn’t understand or claims he doesn’t feel romance but also want to be special only to you. 
His just staring at you letting you perform the “kiss”
After the first kiss he stared at you and then disappears.
Comes back after a bit of time.
“Again” you do it again and he disappears
3-4 more times of the same thing before he stays there and lets you continue kissing his face all over
He says he doesn’t understand or maybe he doesn’t want to.
He just likes being special to you.
He is crusty will try his best to keep the lipstick marks. You will have to force him to remove them.
Will trade your stuff for a kiss, not often but will settle for a kiss if you don’t want to give your heart
Would yall be interested in NSFW? I want to write a bit of some dead dove head canons for some characters. I feel like that would be fun to write. I feel like we need more freaky but in a creepy ugly way
You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawling today you will confess to him! By leaving a confession letter in his locker . However you seem to have found yourself now being observed by a certain red haired someone.
Many voted yes to giving their name to him so here we go!
"I got my umbrella we enjoy the rain together."
You smile as he pulls the umbrella over both of your heads.
It slowly started to pour almost as soon as he opened his umbrella over both of you.
"If I'm sharing my umbrella with you can I at lest get your name?"
You thought about it for a bit. He doesn't seem so much of a bad guy. He was pretty decent so far.
"My name?"
He smiled nodding waiting, anticipating for you to tell him your name.
“My name is (Y/N) “
His smile seemed to grow further.
“What a beautiful name! It fits you perfectly. Well it’s a pleasure to finally have your name.”
“Thank you! It’s noice to get to know you as well. However to think we should head back inside my classes are about to start!”
He nodded and walked you back into the dry building. Once you got back into the building you saw Mr.crawling running at both of you with full speed.
He was not slowing down and was Be lining it to you. You tried to move but he just seemed to be focused on getting you. Mr.Scarletella seemed amused. He smile faded.
But now he was to close to move in which thankfully he suddenly stopped and pulled you towards him.
“Wooah!”
“I told you already stay away from her you creep!”
He started pointing at Mr.Scarletella.
“Mr.Crawling it’s okay! He just came to apologize for earlier. He was walking me in because it started pouring!”
Mr.Scarletella looked slightly annoyed and a flash or something else in his eyes.
“Are you two together?” He asked in a monotone voice.
Mr.Crawling quickly pulled himself of you and quickly looked away. You couldn’t tell from your perspective but his face was red! Your face got warm quickly.
“No. We are not together we are friends.” You stated in a nervous quiet voice feeling as though the words almost got stuck in your throat. However Mr.Scarletella saw all of it, he knew Mr.Crawling intentions.
Mr.Scarletella hummed in understanding, giving you a quick smile.
“Well then I don’t believe he should mind if we hanging out. Is that correct Mr.Crawling?”
Mine not yours.
It sounded almost like he was mocking him. Mr.Crawling more than anything Mr. Crawling's shoulders slumped over a bit nearly like he was getting smaller.
You looked at Mr.Crawling and could see how uncomfortable he was he meant no harm. Mr.Crawling gave a small hm of approval.
"If Mr.Crawling doesn't trust you why should I? He knows more about you than I do"
The statement threw both of them off a little. It made Mr.Crawling straighten up a bit and it made Mr.Scarletella smile changing into something you couldn't quite place.
"How so? Do you not think I am trustworthy? I am good. I’m not bad.”
It was almost as if the other student disappeared under Mr.Scarletella's piercing gaze staring between the two, he hummed acknowledging the statement but still standing against it.
“I’m not bad, I am good.” He repeated as if he was chewing it and spitting it out.
Me good. You give name.
He was confused, he gave you a untampered bottle of your favorite juice.
“I gave you juice.”
Give water you consume.
You thought about it yes he did give you juice but why is everyone stepping aside for him. Everyone is scared of him. It was rumored he is the one behind the killings.
“..”
“I will show you.”
He walked away. You and Mr.crawling didn’t encounter him the whole day after that. However you both felt a chilling sensation that you were being watched.
It was the end of the day and time to go home. It was started raining again. You had your rain coat on but no umbrella. It was so windy and raining so hard you had to have both in order to not get soaked. Mr.Crawling had an umbrella but no rain coat. You let him get an extra rain coat you carried with you in care of emergencies.
His hair was out of the ponytail, and went down almost to his waist. Two little stands of hair picking out on each side of his face. His hair was so much to filled up his hood looking a bit silly.
Drawing by me(it was quick cause we ball)
You both lived in to opposite sides of town. Which is what also made a difference cause you didn’t want him walking back in forth in the rain possibly get sick. You decided to thug it out.
“No it’s okay Mr.crawling! You can go home I promise!”
His eyebrows knotted barely visibly by the hair covering his face at all times.
“but it’s to windy the wind will blow away your coat! You should at lest let me walk you there! I have both I will be fine!!”
You shake your head not wanting the kind man to get sick because of you.
“No I appreciate it but I really don’t want you to get sick! Just text me when you get home!”
You started runing out knowing the man couldn’t follow you knowing he struggled with his legs a bit sometimes needing a cane or wheel chair to get around.
He hated them tho so much cause he thought they where unnecessary if he could get around crawling either way.
The tall man sighed softly in frustration but smiled a bit. White day was around the corner, 4 more days, he was looking foward to it.
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You ran far enough so that you couldn’t see the school anymore which wasn’t hard cause of how hard it was raining it was easy for it to get lost.
You stopped running for a bit trying to catch your breath but it being hard to do so with the rain getting in your face treating to enter your nose.
You started coughing when the water did start getting in your mouth and nose. You kept coughing and struggling to breath as each breath was just out of reach almost as if it was being stolen from you by the rain. Mr.crawling was right maybe you should have let him walk you home.
You started stumbling around leaning forward which made you stop in your tracks making sure you where on the side walk and bent over trying to get the rain to stop getting in your face.
The building of offices and shops seemed to concave around you.
Now you where struggling to breath panicking.
It continued to pour all around you but the rain seemed to stop getting in your way. Allowing you to cough out the water that was getting in your lungs.
You where finally get to breath and catch your breath.
After fully being able to breath in you slowly start noticing that a shadow was over you.
You look up to see the Mr.Scarletella standing over you with his crimson umbrella looking down at you with a concerned look on his face.
Troubled? Hurt?
“Are you okay?” He lowers down to your bent over body.
You nodded still coughing while trying to push him away.
Which only made him followed you with his umbrella while you stumbled forward.
“You are not okay. Do you want help?”
You wanted to say yes but couldn’t simply nodding slowly. He stood there covering you with his umbrella patting your back had you stopped coughing but continued to catch your breath.
“Do you live around this area?” You state after finally catching your breath.
“I do, I wasn’t aware you also lived around here,”
You slowly stood up straight which he followed you with. He stood out a lot in the rain, he wore a red leather trench coat, the red made him stand out in the rain almost as if he was casting a red glow all around him. Mr.Scarletella towered over you they same way Mr.Crawling did however he was a bit taller then Mr.Crawling.He seemed to be analyzing your expression. One of his eyes was always covered by his red hair. His usual calm expression.
Me want you.
You give name.
You walked home yesterday and didn’t see him around. Could he be lying?
“I usually stay behind after school for extra hours.I went home early today.”
He stated as if reading your mind.
“Oh, so where do you live at?”
“I can show you, are you going to continue walking that path?”
He pointed forward. You hmmed in approval.
“Okay follow me”
He said while still holding the umbrella over both of you and started walking. After a few what felt like 20 minutes of silence he spoke once again.
“So do you live with your family?”
“No, I got a place near the school because dorms where to expensive for me.”
He nodded, “I understand. I personally didn’t like the fact I had to share a room with someone else so I did the same.”
You finally make it to your apartment complex. It was a very old building. It was concrete all over with signs of weather and normal wear and tear. However you didn’t get to see his place.
“I live in the same complex.”
He seemed to be shocked.
Me know.
You were pretty shocked as well.
“Well I guess we are neighbors.how come I never see you in the morning?”
“I like to leave the house early.”
Makes sense why he had such dark circles. You both walked into the building and stopped near your door.
“Hm well I appreciate you walking me home. Thank you for letting me use your umbrella.”
You say awkwardly trying to not let him see into your place. You needed to clean it up a bit, but still small messes made you feel embarrassed either way!
“No problem it was my pleasure being able to help you and make sure you get home safe. I hope we see each other around school.”
Me like you.
“Yup! Byeee cyaaa” you say before closing your door and locked it so fast.
You settled down and remember that you told Mr.Crawling to text you.
You pull your phone up ready to text him back.
You quickly shower and change your clothes. You Picked out the most comfy house clothes and continued on with your day. Today was a lazy day it’s too dark to do anything cause of the rain.
So you throw yourself on the coach.
Crawling ~ Im home :)
You~ im glad you made it home safe! How was the walk cause it was raining like crazy!
You turned on the TV for some background noise placing the remote on the coffee table. while you watched TikTok’s and read online.
You don’t notice the red eye staring at your from outside your windows and peephole.
Mine.
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You wake up unknowingly falling asleep on your couch. You realize your alarm clock didn’t ring. Oh my god you’re going to be late to classes!!
Well it dosnt matter anyways it’s collage.
Plus what say is it today? Saturday? Yup you didn’t have any classes that day!
You sit up properly and look around you. The TV was still on your phone was on the floor with one text notification from Mr.Crawling your backpack on the floor.
Today was also supposed to be trash day. You looked outside your window to see an empty trash bin.
Thank god cause you had a whole lot more trash to throw away.
You needed to get more clothes you had a few cute shirts and pants but nothing that really fit right anymore and cute.
You also had some spoiled food here and there. Just have to make sure the house is clean! You went ahead and throw it out in a bag in the dumpster.
You closet was a bit empty now looking at it and so we your fridge.
Shopping time!
*time skip cause shopping kinda boring*
You arrive back to at apartment complex. You end up bumping into Mr.Sarletella. It seemed like he was in his way out.
“Doing some shopping I see?”
“Yes I had to buy a few things.” You say while trying to find your keys.
“Did you get the good news from the complex office?”
Found it! It was at the bottom of your pockets!
“No, what happened?”
“They are saying that rent might decrease due to how old the property is. Not to mention how empty it is.”
“Oh aww that’s really cool! I can’t wait thank you so much!” You unlocked your door and waved him good bye.
You started looking for some iteams you left. Your pretty sure you left them on your bed room floor.
They might have gone in the trash bag as well. Other stuff was missing too might have just thrown it out. Got to happy throwing old stuff away you suppose.
Not noticing the bag that you threw in the dumpster was torn apart with clothing items missing or the fact your window was opened by a bit when it was closed all the way down.
What else is missing in your place?
Did you leave your sweater there before you left?who knows you where doing a lot before you left!
what else will go missing?
Was that red thread on your carpet? You don’t have many red clothes besides 2 tops and maybe some shoes or like 2 bottoms.
You feel like something is off but you can’t quite tell maybe it’s just been a long week!
Maybe you didn’t see the piecing red eyes staring at you from your slightly a jarred window either.
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Thank you so much for reading sorry for the slow updates!! I’ve been busy with work and finally have been having some down time to actually relax but I will finish the story trust and believe!! I’ve been writing small moments/ head canons kinda things so those will be out soon hopefully!
Hope to see you on the next up date!
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Wrong locker
Quick run down-
You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawlin
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Mr.Scarletella x GN reader
Wrong locker
Part 4
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