(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
"May we please begin? This is already a waste of time..." Austria spoke out, rubbing his eyebrows impatiently.
"Course dude! Let's get this show on the road. Go ahead, ___. You're the girl, and I know you want 'somma of this, so you better get my item sexy!"
You were irritated by his comment and determined not to get his item. You felt a smooth, soft
and rectangular item, and picked it up. It was a piece of ivory.
"Why...that's my item..." Austria ceased rubbing his eyebrows and walked towards you. "I do hope you understand there will be no sexual play in the closet, understood? It isn't civilized, a-and I'd much rather keep it that way." You nodded and walked into the closet.
"So, what exactly is this all about? I don't really...want to b-be into this...It's a bit iffy if you ask
It was a Poland Hetaloid.
“Thank you, thank you, and thank you!” You sqealed out with pure joy. You noticed the instuctions taped on the outside, you took them off and read them immediately.
“The Hetaloid will activate when the crate is opened.” It said.
You looked up at the crate again. You notice a little more detail, like for example the crate was pink. Then yuou saw your friend grab the edge of the crate.
“Wait!” You said suddenly. She snapped her head tawords you wit a confused look on her face.
“Whats the matter?” She asked.
“I don’t want him to activate just yet.” You said shyly. She gave you another blank look.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked. You looked at the intructions again.
“It says that he will be activated once the box is opened.” You said, re-reading the rest of the instructions.
Your friend just arched a