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Amity stood there speechless, I mean. She was just looking at her tweet and now she’s mere inches away from her?! What should she say? Can she recognize her with the sunglasses she’s currently wearing? Thank God she had her glasses on.
“O-oh...that’s good to know...I was wondering who was going to move in but uh...I didn’t expect the answer sooner.” She says. Luz chuckles and sets down the box she was holding. She shakes her hand.
“Sorry I didn’t get your name yet.”
“Amity...Amity Bloodsworth” She refrained from saying her ‘real’ last name….as it might draw another kind of Attention...
“Well then Amity, if I get too loud just give a knock and I’ll lower the volume”
“Heh...party much or…”
“More like Go-Karting with friends. Hey if you want you’re free to join.”
“Hmm...I’ll think about it. Oh and let me know if my music becomes unbearable then.”
“What kind of music do you put on?”
“Well if my outfit didn’t give it away….I tend to listen to Death Metal.”
Luz giggles and rubs the back of her head. “Well...I didn’t want to jump the gun. I mean I wouldn’t mind if you had played like- I don’t know. Taylor Swift.”
Amity laughed. A goth jamming out to Taylor? That’s a sight. A man around their age, comes around and wraps an arm around Luz's neck. “Heh! Already getting social with the neighbors dude?”
“Ah- Well yeah Maahes, don’t want to get kicked out because of our loud asses on game night,” Luz explains to her friend while trying to get away from his grip with a smile. “Even invited her when we host the next one.”
“Oh for sure! It’s always dope to get new people.”
Amity smiles and eventually goes back to her territory with a goodbye.
‘Huh...guess she didn’t recognize me….then again I didn’t exactly point out she was Otter. Oh well...I’ll let her tell me if the time comes.’ She decided while putting her glasses up. After making some pasta and watching some documentary about owls, she makes her way to her room. Dreading to probably a night of tossing and turning, she lays on her back. Eyes looking at a white canvas that was the ceiling, with a fan turning and turning and turning and-
“Alright, everyone…” A voice says. Breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I know this is a late and unexpected stream but uh….I officially moved in. Unpacked my desktop stuff and wanted to celebrate with a bit of request from you guys.” Amity was able to hear Luz’s stream. She must’ve set it up separately or with her bed. Amity preferred to separate her streaming equipment from her bedding to not accidentally reveal anything private from both her physical and/or personal issues. Luz reads requests after another.
Bowser,
Goku,
Yuno Gasai,
Cloud Strife,
The list goes on with other game or anime characters, even went to some YouTubers and celebrities.
“Restless Rabbit?”
Amity’s eyes shot wide. ‘Me?’
“Yeah! I can totally draw her! She’s a mysterious being….Serious and Mysterious.” Amity softly chuckles. “We don’t really know much of her face….other than sunglasses….mask….Imma give her a black cap too...make her look hip and coolio.” Amity smiles hearing Luz speaking out loud about her thought process in the drawing request. She usually keeps to herself when it comes to her process. Sometimes she likes to do it just to keep people on the edge of their seat to see what little detail she adds to make the piece more terrifying. Hearing her neighbor talk did ease her mind. Allowing her to drift off to sleep a little easier even after Luz finishes two or three hours ago.
Heavy breathing was heard. Police sirens. It was black all around and the first thing to come to view were bloodied hands. They began to shake, the colors of blue and red giving it light to see the glistening red liquid on those pale hands of hers. The breathing gets heavier and before she could let out a shriek Amity shoots up. Panting. Sweating...Eyes wide open from the sudden rush of adrenaline. She brings her knees close to her chest and softly cries. She felt like a child, a child that needed comforting. Embarrassing to describe but it was a vulnerability she was feeling. Though kept to herself for about four years rather than finding someone to let the emotions out. Normally she would suck it up and try to sleep off a nightmare but this time it was different. In desperation, she looked into her closet. Searching for something and what seemed like forever she found it. A stuffed dog plush that resembles the Great Dane. She clutched it. Sobbing. Slowly she climbs into bed. Holding her only source of comfort to that fateful night.
Her alarm went off and she felt awful. Both mentally and physically. She wished she could skip her classes but she motivates herself to get up for the day. As she was about to leave the room, she looked back at the toy. Hesitation. She grabs it and holds it close as her professor lectures through the screen of a computer.
After classes, she right away gets under the sheets. Holding her toy. She felt embarrassed. She's not five anymore. Why did she still have her dog toy? She was beating herself more and more until it was silenced by the sound of “Scooby-dooby-doo!”. Amity blushes hard, completely forgetting that Scooby-doo ringtone she had installed.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Amity!”
“Oh...L-Luther?”
“Yep! Just calling to tell you that we’re gonna be around town soon!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah your brother is like totally passed out right now and we haven't even boarded the plane yet.”
Amity giggles. Luther was Edric’s boyfriend. He was in the army for two years and in cyber warfare. He did it to gain experience and to look good on resumes. Edric was still in school learning to be a vet. God, does Edric love helping animals.
“Let me know when you guys arrived in California so I can meet you two up.”
“Oh for sure, for sure. How’ve you been?”
“Good…” She lies.
As an introvert. This also included her keeping from others knowing the bad days she gets from the lack of sleep from either a nightmare or sleep paralysis. They talked a bit more until the two boys had to board. She looks at her dog. Thinking back to what happened before her sleep.
‘Oh right...the stream.’ She hops on social media. Finding that doodle Luz made of her. She smiles widely as it was exactly the way she described. She looked through all of them before she set her phone down to gain more sleep. As she was about to set her head down to the pillow her phone rings yet again. Amity lightly groans and picks it up.
“Was Willst du?”
“What the- Amity are you speaking German to me???” Boscha exclaims
“Yes…”
“Well, Mrs. Descendant of Germany….Wondering if you want to join me and Willow today.”
“Um...no not today…”
“Huh? You okay?”
“Um...didn’t sleep much...was trying to but you called.”
“Oh shit. My bad. Ok but next time we’re dragging you alright?. Can’t keep you in there forever you know.”
“Yes. Yes..”
“Au revoir!”
“Hey, wait was tha-'' Before Amity could comment on the French Boscha hung up before it was laid upon her. She shakes her head with a chuckle. This time putting her phone on silent she lays in bed. Holding her dog helped her nap for about three hours but she got up and put her toy away in her closet. Sighing when closing the door. Amity didn’t want to seek comfort in a toy anymore as she feels that it is childish. She’s an adult. Adults don’t sleep with childhood objects. The past is the past. She decided to sketch out woodland animals. Majestic deers and mighty bears, her eye caught onto one of the deer's with a wolf biting its neck. Out of curiosity she then sketched out the deer biting the wolf’s neck instead. She stares and couldn’t help but reminisce in a memory. She shakes it off and simply puts a sticky note to bookmark the page. She couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. She looks through her phone to the many pictures of her camping trips. Emira with her camera laughing, Edric stuffing his face with smores while Luther watches with an entertained but concerned face, her mom with that same university cap she went to with a smile. Amity flips through as she grins ear to ear and begins to even let out a laugh. She flips and there came a photo of her dad. Her smile falls. He was wearing sunglasses, beard trimmed as always, a toothless smile. Another one with him laughing as his wife sticks his tongue out to lick the ice cream off her nose. Amity felt her throat swell and tears form. She shuts off her device, trying to stop the pain in her chest. She missed him. Everything wasn’t the same when he left...