Hey Is The Build A Bear Employee Supposed To Force Us To Jump Up And Down Or Are We Getting Hazed

Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed

Tights and Leggings

Fox Savant on Etsy

You knew she was following you again, she always did when you entered her forest. Silently she would linger just out of sight, never interacting, but always watching. You’d lost count of how long she’d been doing it now.

Normal people would have been justifiably terrified by this, especially given what was known of this forest in particular, and the creatures that roamed it. But you? you had always been just as fascinated by her, as she was by you. It seemed perfectly normal to start leaving behind small gifts for her after a while, and thankfully she seemed to enjoy them, as you soon began to come across gifts that she had left in return, happily accepting them with a smile.

Still, despite the years that had passed, you’d never pushed things further than that….Not until today at least.

Humming quietly to yourself, you laid out the large picnic blanket beside you, carefully unpacking everything inside your basket, a mix of both her favourites and your own. You could feel her curiosity as she subtly lingered closer, vaguely visible behind a tree in the very corner of your eye. 

You knew better than to try and look, focusing instead on finishing setting everything up, before you finally spoke up.

“Will you join me today?”

You called out softly, calmly settling yourself down on the picnic blanket, even as the forest seemed to grow silent in shock around you, even the breeze seeming to hold its breath for a moment. Patiently, you focused on opening the pre-made treats up, giving her time to think and decide.

A large part of you expected her to turn down your offer, something you were prepared to accept graciously. As such, it was no surprise that your heart started to pound the moment you heard the gentle rustling of her approach.

With a racing heart, you focused on the treats as she slowly sat down beside you, the scent of the forest somehow seeming so much stronger now, her body so close that you could feel her warmth. It was only once she had settled completely, that you lifted your gaze to meet hers for the first time, heart skipping a beat at the otherworldly eyes that stared back at you.

For a moment you sat there and simply took in the sight of each other, her powerful gaze slowly roaming over the features she had already come to memorise so well, seeing them up close for the first time. You’d caught faint glimpses of her out of the corner of your eyes for years now, but seeing her up close was a new experience entirely, one that only emphasised her inhuman nature all the more.

She almost appeared as though she had cloaked herself in nature itself, her long black dress slowly turning into trails of moss dotted with small wild flowers, towards the ends, bark and vines adorning her body as though they were the finest of jewels. It was her horns however, which truly caught your attention. 

Arching up high above her, they curved to mimic the twisted and gnarled branches of a dark tree, small blooms growing amongst their slightly shifting branches, where a small shimmering spider had made its home, its web perpetually dotted with small dew drops. Though the spider moved, you had the distinct feeling that it was a part of her, just as the gown that cloaked her skin was. 

You were breathless by the time that your eyes met her own again, and without hesitation, you spoke your thoughts honestly.

“You’re beautiful.”

Much to your delight, you were graced with the sight of her own flushed cheeks, flowers blooming more fruitfully in response to your flattery. To provide both of you a moment to recover from your sudden bashfulness, you held out the lovingly crafted box of treats, willing your heart to finally calm it’s rapid beats.

This picnic was going to be the death of you at this rate.

I call this set… “Noir Princesses”.

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It had been innocent enough when you first started writing them. A friend had suggested you write letters to yourself, to try and work through and understand your own feelings. Only, writing to yourself had felt stupid.

With a dry smile, you had decided to write a letter as if you were writing to Dracula himself. The idea was amusing enough, and surprisingly, you were able to be genuine with your letter, though you still didn’t express too much of how you felt. 

The next day, feeling a touch of childish whimsy, you took it with you on your walk, and put it in the mailbox in town. it had no address or return address, but you thought it amusing all the same. Until a reply showed up at your doorstep a few days later.

It unnerved you at first, that someone had not only replied, but somehow known where to reply too. They seemed to have taken great care to make it realistic too, the paper of both the envelope and letter itself, feeling expensive and thick, and the writing done in elegant cursive. 

After a few days, you decided that the correspondence couldn’t hurt, and so you replied to the curious letter, explaining the reason for your first, and apologising. It took only two days for a reply to come, after you had mailed yours, the same way you had before. There was acceptance there, and a tentative offer for you to continue. And continue you did.

Before you knew it, you had been writing to your stranger for over a year. Your letters with the stranger (call me Vlad, my dear)  had become more personal, the two of you sharing things that you hadn’t really been able to voice before. It was nice to pretend that Vlad was real, and genuine with his stories and emotions. They chased away some of the darkness in your mind, and made you feel like you belonged, like you weren’t so lonely and detached from the world.

Not all good things could last however. Your home life was only getting worse, and despite being an adult and having a job, you knew there was few options for you, if you left.

You started to lag in your responses with Vlad, your comments becoming darker and shorter. Eventually he questioned you about it, and you admitted that things were getting worse, and that your mind was taking you to increasingly dark and dangerous places. You honestly weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on like this.

By the time his next reply came, you didn’t have it in you to check. You knew it was all a lie, something funny and amusing to pass two peoples time, but it had felt like more than that for a long time, and your foolish heart apparently didn’t know the difference either. Your replies had become prompt with each other over time, never taking more than two days to send to the other, but your mind and heart were too clouded, and your motivation had died. A few weeks passed, and the letter sat unopened still, as did two more that had arrived.

You were in the midst of a loud shouting match, or rather being shouted at, when there was a knock at the door. They cursed at you and stomped over to it, going to see who it was, while you stared blankly at the wall, tucking all the emotions away. You flinched as your name was shouted, and hesitantly made your way to the front door, wondering who the hell would be looking for you of all people. 

Standing there, an umbrella held overhead to block the rain, was an incredibly tall and broad shouldered man. His pale skin stood out starkly against his expensive black suit and long black hair. Pulling his sunglasses down off his face, you found your eyes locking with the dark hellfire seeming to burn within his own. His expression softened slightly from the cold intimidating look he had held, and he gave you a small smile.

“Hello my dear….”

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