(WARNING: THIS GOES INTO TOPIC FOR CHILD S-XUAL ABUSE, STALKING, and a terrible mom who turns out to be jealous and worried. BUT IT'S STILL NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.)
A young girl looked at the sky. She was a 12 year old, small llttle girl. She always loved drawing.
Today, this girl was drawing her family. She always used crayon, but her anatomy as well as her artstyle was a bit accurate. Her mother and father knew this. This girl's name was Naphie.
Her mother walks into the room. "Naphthaline, sweetie, how are we doing?" Naphie looked up, and showed her mother the new drawing.
The mother looked surprised, but she knew damn well she was gonna burn it and say she lost it. That's just what mama does.
"Oh woww!! Is that me? Awwh, Naph! You're so talented sweetie!!" She pat her daughter on the head.
It was nice for her mom to give affection, fake or not. Her drawings were always alright.
But as days passed, she felt herself become more... cold. Like something's been happening behind her back. She started getting burn marks on some of her body. Her arm, her leg, stomach. It wasn't caused by a cigarette, no. In fact, It just appeared.
At first, little Naphthaline thought this was just her moving too much in her sleep. So then, she looks around, but eventually falls asleep.
She saw a figure.
A monstrous, tall, deformed figure in her sleep.
He had a purple shirt, white hair, blue eyes, crooked neck, his eyes were far away, drooping, and his mouth was bloody, like his brain exploded but his head didn't get affected. His arms extend with his sharp fingers as he reached to grab Naphthaline.
She was frozen in pure terror as he clawed her thigh. It was like this felt real. He got closer, a crooked smile creeping on his face as he licked his lips. "Please..Someone help.." She softly muttered. "SOMEONE HELP!" She repeated, now screaming.
She tried to run, but the monstrous figure grasped her calf before she ran to the door. She felt nails digging into her skin, and the feeling of her falling.
She woke up in a cold sweat. She looks around her dark room. The figure isn't there. She looks at her calf. A little scratch mark. She'll just cover it up. She puts on her onesie.
Moments passed, and little Naphthaline was drawing the figure exactly from memory, right colors and everything. She colored with silence, and a serious expression. It was like she was about to get touched the wrong way by this heartless, sick [i]monster[/i].
Instead of any of her parents dropping in, she stands up, and decides to walk downstairs herself. Her mother greeted her with a kind smile. "Hullo, Naph!" She said cheerfully, before being handed yet another drawing by the artist prodigy. She took a look.
The proportions were all wrong, the face was deformed, and the purple shirt, blue eyes, and white hair reminded her of someone.
"Naphie, you can do bette-" She was about to scold her daughter playfully, before she looked down to see her terrified daughter, holding onto her mother tightly. "M..Mama, I'm.. scared..." The mom was about to assure her, but she realized how weird her friend was acting lately. Like he had something to hide.
And the worst part is, Naphthaline doesn't even know her mama's friend.
"Ohh, It's just a silly nightmare!" Her mom assured her, kissing her tiny forehead. "Go back to your room, alrighty? We'll forget this 'evr happened!" Naphthaline nods, smiling, before running up to her room again.
The mother, who's name was Rinnelle, looked at the photo. "Oh, Bunny... What are you doing to my daughter?" She asked herself. She went to the fireplace, but before she burned it, Rinnelle looked at the drawing, and decided to rip the monster away from her child in the drawing. She burned the monster, but kept the child.
Naphthaline had a sudden cramp in her leg. She looked, and a part of her skin was zigzagged and slightly bruised. She doesn't know how she keeps getting injured.
Hours later, after dinner, Naphthaline was all comfortable in her sleep.
But then she had that dream again, except she couldn't move a muscle.
The monster grabbed her thigh and ran his long fingers up and down, making the girl uncomfortable. The girl can speak though. She called out for her mom. No use. It was just her, her paralyzed body...
And Mr. Bunny the deformed human-like monster.
He went closer, eventually on top of her on the bed. He lifts up the dress. She closed her eyes, and just wished she never had to deal with this.
As he destroyed her fragile body, she kept trying to go in her safe space, but it was too much. She screamed in pain every time he violated her parts, going in and out while she screamed and begged for someone to help, but it was no use.
Soon, an inhuman substance started to fill her, the light in her eyes disappearing. This felt do horrible. She felt dirty. Very, very dirty. It was like all this happened because of her.
Once the monster left, she could move again. Her body was weak. When she fell, she felt that fall. She felt herself puke out red and black. She felt herself getting dizzy.
Naphthaline woke up again, except this time it was day.
Instead of drawing, she went into the bathroom. She had to wash the guilt and the dirtiness off.
As she looked at the mirror, the light in her eyes was gone. Her father would never do anything to her, and her mother is secretly jealous. She looked at herself.
What a mistake she was.
As she got undressed and locked the door, she ran the water and put it to a near-hot option. It stung her body, but it was fine. It didn't hurt her as much as the monster did.
She scrubbed herself, putting the 3-in-1 wash everywhere on her body. But she still felt do dirty, so she did it again. And again. And again, to the point she was frustrated that she could never clean the dirtiest thing; her mind.
After an hour and two-thirds of being in the shower, her father knocks on the bathroom door while she was crying. He was about to humorously tell her that he needs to use the restroom, but he heard her. "...Naaaphie." He singsongly said. "Why're you crying?"
As soon as she heard his voice. She stopped crying. "..Papa?" She softly spoke. "Who else could it be, eh?" Her father replied.
After 4 minutes, Naphthaline opened the door and hugged her dad, smiling, covering the shame she had for herself. "Oh, It was just a bad nightmare!" She giggled. "Awh, Alright." He pat her head before going in the restroom after she got out. She wanted to go to her room, but the memories of the dream haunt her.
The feeling of that deformed entity going inside her, her pleas for help, The wounds unleashed on her. Her painfully puking out blood and monstrous, black icky 'ink'. It felt so real.
And her mama knows who's been in her mind, she just doesn't know how he's in her mind, or what he's doing.
So she decided to pull up a camera to watch over her.
She stayed up late before. She can do it.
At night, There her little Naphthaline was. And then there was Bunny. As Bunny got close to Naphthaline, he started to do what seemed like kissing her asleep body.
Rinnelle can hear over the camera, "Three nights in a row, Naphtha... I missed you...~" His tone was so weird and creepy. It was then that Rinnelle realized It wasn't a nightmare. Bunny actually was doing this to her. Bunny continued to obsessively talk to the child.
"Oh.. How I missed your cute muffin backpack, and your skirt... I used to follow you around everywhere, Naphtha... And in these past 3 days i did whatever I wanted, caressing your cute, little body... And your parents are asleep...~" In the dream, all Naphthaline could hear was distorted noises from the eldritch being.
"N..No... Don't.. Not again.." She sleepily muttered as her eyes begin to tear up. The child was lucky, because she woke up early. Only to find it wasn't that much of a dream anymore.
Purple shirt, blue eyes, white hair... but he looked normal. If he didn't have this crazed, obsessive face. She looked at him, and he looked at her.
Then, she looked at the camera, a smile plastered on her face.
But that smile disappeared as Bunny slapped her face. Now she was feeling it for real time. Rinnelle was too frozen up and disgusted to move. Her husband was asleep, so that wasn't good.
She screamed and cried for her parents, as he started to ruthlessly do it again. It felt so wrong. She couldn't be saved. After a few minutes, Bunny pulled out, blood on the floor as he climaxed on her body.
He jumped out the window, and all there was was Naphthaline staring up at the sky.
Her innocence, broken.
Her mind, broken.
Her virginity, broken. But it was broken a day ago.
Her hope, broken.
Her mom rushed in to try to find Bunny, but he wasn't there. She shook Naphthaline but she couldn't stop staring at the sky, a deadpan expression on her face.
She felt horrible. Why was her mom scared for her? She clearly isn't safe before.
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