Ms. My
Henry creel x fem!reader
pt.1
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──────── Nov 26th ────────
“Mr. Whatsit, where do you go everyday?” Her mouth was stuffed with the many strawberries he had brought for her.
“Why do you still call me Mr. Whatsit, didn’t we agreed on using our names, Ms. My?” He answered while calmly staring at her, she had gone used to it, his calmness, the uneasy way he stared at her when she was playing on the living room.
“You didn’t answered my question” when she finished chewing her strawberries she spoke.
“I will answer when you answer my question” for a few seconds both stared at each other, her big eyes bored into his in a eye contact fight, which of course she lost by smiling.
“Because you are Mr. Whatsit”
“Just because of that?” At his question she hummed while offering him one of her strawberries when he was going to take it on his hand she snatched it away, he gave her a confused look, but then she offered it to him again pushing it just slightly on his lips, he opened just slightly his mouth, and she pushed it into it. “It doesn’t make sense”
She gave him a satisfied smile while standing up, her plate was now empty, and even though doing dishes was one of her worst qualities she still did them.
His eyes scanned her figure while she walked to the kitchen, her dress sway with each of her steps, barefoot, the plant of her feet red from how much she’d been dancing on her room, messy hair that made her look like a doll that had been thrown away and found later.
It’s been a long time. More than he thought he will keep her, and somehow he didn’t regretted it.
He loved to be on her mind, she thought of things nobody would think, no people of her age at least.
The first week she cried, begging him to take her home, confessing that she missed going to school and help her mom doing chores, every day non stop she cried, but not just about missing her home, she told him her lower belly was hurting, not knowing it was him.
The second week he made her feel home, she didn’t cried, but now she confessed him about having nightmares, she thought it was the monsters he warned her about, not knowing it was him.
The next weeks she was tranquil, the pain never went away, but she lived with it. She didn’t spoke about her parents anymore, or school, her thoughts were just about him, Mr. Whatsit. Not knowing it was him.
He was always on her head, or better said, she was on his, he feed of her thoughts, her innocence slowly slipping away,
That pain, it wasn’t any pain.
But there was no way she will ever know, everyday was November 24, the day she was taken.
A loop, product of her mind.
And while he brushed her hair before going to bed, she stared at the clock, it didn’t moved, the hands of the clock were stuck, something was weird, but she didn’t questioned it, after all, Mr. Whatsit will never do something to hurt her… right?















