Pet's name: Dean
"Nox? Have you got a moment, little brother?" the older of the two called, poking his head out the backdoor to look for said brother and his friend as Taylor came to rest beside him. "Nox? Sorry about this Tay; he's normally better than this..."
"It's fine, mate," Taylor replied with a light chuckle of sorts, combing a hand through his chocolate-brown hair that gradually faded into a dusty white. "'E's a kid, we've all been kids at one point, Dean."
Dean wrinkled his nose towards his friend. "Still, mother raised us better than this - he's no petty thief." He opened the door a little wider and finally decided to walk down the polished steps
his mother had probably cleaned that morning. "Nox!"
"Hm?" Finally, Nox appeared. He stumbled towards them, staggering because of his once broken leg. "What'd I do?" Walking towards the pair; the boy looked nothing like his brother, not one bit. His hair was shaded in places, the brown sinking into a coffee-like colour before returning to a tea-stain, and then repeat. Though he and Dean shared the same colour of their eyes; yellow.
Dean folded his arms and his eyes narrowed in slow annoyance. "Did you take Taylor's hat? He left it in the living-room, but it's gone."
"Didn't you ask mother?" Nox asked, raising an eyebrow in subtle confusion. "You know how she likes to clean up..." His gaze shifted to look at the polished steps
and his muddy boots laying beside them; she always made them take their shoes off before coming inside.
The older of the brothers rolled his eyes. "She went shopping an hour ago."
"So you've come right to me? Thinkin' I've hid it?" Nox spat while sticking out his tongue. "I wouldn't dare! Maybe a bird got it--Or the ghost; the ghost in the attic."
With a hollow laugh, Dean shook his head. "Nox! Mother said to never tell lies! Lies lead to more lies and more lies lead to emotion demotion." The older listened to the rules when they were younger, when he was ten and Nox was seven. "Now hand over Taylor's hat; his mother wants him home for dinner."
"I don't have it." Nox crossed his arms and sent a sorrowful glance towards Taylor in a sorry-like manner. "Check the attic; Annabelle likely has it."
"Who in the moorlands is Annabelle? D'you have a girlfriend?" Confusion swam in Dean's eyes as he watched Nox walk passed them to stand against the wall of their house, to lean against the brick and feel the cold warmth that simmered there.
Taylor shuffled on the spot. "Man, I think he means your attic; the ghost."
"Tay!" Dean groaned. "Don't tell me you're falling for this? He's making it up."
Nox opened his eyes, the dimmed yellow
a sign of tire. "I'm not lying; I wouldn't dare, De-de," he stated firmly. "The ghost has it! Annabelle has it!"
To humour his brother and friend, Dean decided to go to their attic and show them that there was no ghost
, no dream or ghoul or nightmare!
As he opened the attic and shoved the heavy board of wood away, Dean struggled to get up for but a moment before he was finally sitting on the floor. He scanned the area for safety reasons before helping Nox and Taylor.
"So? Where's 'Annabelle'?" Dean asked with a nonchalant attitude, getting to his feet while knocking over an old teddy
.
"It's fine, mate," Taylor replied with a light chuckle of sorts, combing a hand through his chocolate-brown hair that gradually faded into a dusty white. "'E's a kid, we've all been kids at one point, Dean."
Dean wrinkled his nose towards his friend. "Still, mother raised us better than this - he's no petty thief." He opened the door a little wider and finally decided to walk down the polished steps
his mother had probably cleaned that morning. "Nox!""Hm?" Finally, Nox appeared. He stumbled towards them, staggering because of his once broken leg. "What'd I do?" Walking towards the pair; the boy looked nothing like his brother, not one bit. His hair was shaded in places, the brown sinking into a coffee-like colour before returning to a tea-stain, and then repeat. Though he and Dean shared the same colour of their eyes; yellow.
Dean folded his arms and his eyes narrowed in slow annoyance. "Did you take Taylor's hat? He left it in the living-room, but it's gone."
"Didn't you ask mother?" Nox asked, raising an eyebrow in subtle confusion. "You know how she likes to clean up..." His gaze shifted to look at the polished steps
and his muddy boots laying beside them; she always made them take their shoes off before coming inside.The older of the brothers rolled his eyes. "She went shopping an hour ago."
"So you've come right to me? Thinkin' I've hid it?" Nox spat while sticking out his tongue. "I wouldn't dare! Maybe a bird got it--Or the ghost; the ghost in the attic."
With a hollow laugh, Dean shook his head. "Nox! Mother said to never tell lies! Lies lead to more lies and more lies lead to emotion demotion." The older listened to the rules when they were younger, when he was ten and Nox was seven. "Now hand over Taylor's hat; his mother wants him home for dinner."
"I don't have it." Nox crossed his arms and sent a sorrowful glance towards Taylor in a sorry-like manner. "Check the attic; Annabelle likely has it."
"Who in the moorlands is Annabelle? D'you have a girlfriend?" Confusion swam in Dean's eyes as he watched Nox walk passed them to stand against the wall of their house, to lean against the brick and feel the cold warmth that simmered there.
Taylor shuffled on the spot. "Man, I think he means your attic; the ghost."
"Tay!" Dean groaned. "Don't tell me you're falling for this? He's making it up."
Nox opened his eyes, the dimmed yellow
a sign of tire. "I'm not lying; I wouldn't dare, De-de," he stated firmly. "The ghost has it! Annabelle has it!"To humour his brother and friend, Dean decided to go to their attic and show them that there was no ghost
, no dream or ghoul or nightmare!As he opened the attic and shoved the heavy board of wood away, Dean struggled to get up for but a moment before he was finally sitting on the floor. He scanned the area for safety reasons before helping Nox and Taylor.
"So? Where's 'Annabelle'?" Dean asked with a nonchalant attitude, getting to his feet while knocking over an old teddy
.
Pet's name: Taylor
Nox stumbled passed some Christmas stuffs 
, looking around the dark area as Taylor finally flicked a light switch. "Thanks--I don't know, she normally meets me over here though."
"You've met her before then, man?" Taylor asked and tilted his head, glasses
slipping down his nose.
"Well of course! We used to play in the playground before she came to live in the attic!"
As his two friends were happily looking for the ghost
, it hit Dean just who they were looking for: Five years ago, a girl one year younger than his brother had died on Halloween night when lightning struck a tree beside her house; it had fallen into her room and you can guess the rest. How gruesome.
"Wait, do you mean Annabelle Hen?" Dean asked curiously. "The girl you used to crush on?"
"Before she was then crushed by the tree? Yup!" Nox flashed his brother a wide smile. "Annabelle! Annabelle where are you? It's me! Nox!"
A sudden cloud of worry fogged Dean's mind as he carried on, towards Taylor and Nox. "Stay in my sight," he murmured as Taylor began left to look at some socks
, while Nox went right towards the Halloween decorations 
. "Don't wander off! Dad-Dad used to think the boards were loose."
"Don't worry, man," Taylor laughed as he came back with a teddy, which was bunny
. "Was this yours, man?"
"Leave Toby alone." Dean grabbed the bunny and wrinkled his nose at his friend. "Yeah, he's mine... Used to, uh, he used to be my study bunny..." A blush spread across Dean's face.
Nox beckoned the two over, but not before snickering, his own memory of seeing his brother carry the teddy everywhere coming back to him. "She's over here!"
, looking around the dark area as Taylor finally flicked a light switch. "Thanks--I don't know, she normally meets me over here though.""You've met her before then, man?" Taylor asked and tilted his head, glasses
slipping down his nose."Well of course! We used to play in the playground before she came to live in the attic!"
As his two friends were happily looking for the ghost
, it hit Dean just who they were looking for: Five years ago, a girl one year younger than his brother had died on Halloween night when lightning struck a tree beside her house; it had fallen into her room and you can guess the rest. How gruesome."Wait, do you mean Annabelle Hen?" Dean asked curiously. "The girl you used to crush on?"
"Before she was then crushed by the tree? Yup!" Nox flashed his brother a wide smile. "Annabelle! Annabelle where are you? It's me! Nox!"
A sudden cloud of worry fogged Dean's mind as he carried on, towards Taylor and Nox. "Stay in my sight," he murmured as Taylor began left to look at some socks
, while Nox went right towards the Halloween decorations 
. "Don't wander off! Dad-Dad used to think the boards were loose.""Don't worry, man," Taylor laughed as he came back with a teddy, which was bunny
. "Was this yours, man?""Leave Toby alone." Dean grabbed the bunny and wrinkled his nose at his friend. "Yeah, he's mine... Used to, uh, he used to be my study bunny..." A blush spread across Dean's face.
Nox beckoned the two over, but not before snickering, his own memory of seeing his brother carry the teddy everywhere coming back to him. "She's over here!"
Pet's name: Nox
As the two friends got closer to Nox, Dean gasped when he saw the shadow of a girl, her long hair (which he remembered as being akin to Nox's) falling over her shoulder in waves 
. "Is that... Annabelle?"
"Yes! Annabelle! Hello!" Nox walked towards the shadow, and amazingly, it moved to look up and she rose to her feet. It almost hurt Dean's heart to see she was cuddling a stuffed toy
. "Did you take Taylor's hat? He needs to go home now."
The shadow gave a slow nod and disappeared for a moment and then reappeared, dropping the hat in Nox's hands. Her lips moved, though Dean couldn't make out any sort of sound.
"Oh, it's fine, Annie!" Nox's smile was real as he carried the hat towards Taylor and reached up to plonk it on his head. "What?" Annabelle's lips were moving again, though Dean still couldn't hear her voice - maybe that was for the better. "Oh, I see." Nox turned to Dean and Taylor. "It's her sleepy time, we have to go now."
. "Is that... Annabelle?""Yes! Annabelle! Hello!" Nox walked towards the shadow, and amazingly, it moved to look up and she rose to her feet. It almost hurt Dean's heart to see she was cuddling a stuffed toy
. "Did you take Taylor's hat? He needs to go home now."The shadow gave a slow nod and disappeared for a moment and then reappeared, dropping the hat in Nox's hands. Her lips moved, though Dean couldn't make out any sort of sound.
"Oh, it's fine, Annie!" Nox's smile was real as he carried the hat towards Taylor and reached up to plonk it on his head. "What?" Annabelle's lips were moving again, though Dean still couldn't hear her voice - maybe that was for the better. "Oh, I see." Nox turned to Dean and Taylor. "It's her sleepy time, we have to go now."
Pet's name: Annabelle
As Nox led Taylor towards the exit, Dean stayed behind while still clenching his once study bunny. "Annabelle?" He tested the name on his tongue, watching the shadow respond with tilting her head, though it was barely visible. "I..." She held a finger to her lips, signalling for him to quiet and possibly leave.
So, Dean decided that he would but before he left he made sure to walk towards her and gently place Toby down beside her. "He'll keep you company, Annabelle."
And she held him tight.
She was the ghost in the attic and Dean didn't mind that; in fact, he and Nox visited her many times after that - and before long, it was Dean visiting on his own to them both, unable to understand any chatter or conversation they tried to make.
And one day when Dean ventured into the attic to meet the ghosts, they weren't there.
"Daddy! You promised me uncle Nox would play with me today!"
A single tear slipped down Dean's cheek, though it was happier than you'd think. "I think you'll just have to play with Annie and Lox today, sweetie." It didn't hurt his heart so much now that he saw the two stuffed toys lying side-by-side.
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So, Dean decided that he would but before he left he made sure to walk towards her and gently place Toby down beside her. "He'll keep you company, Annabelle."
And she held him tight.
She was the ghost in the attic and Dean didn't mind that; in fact, he and Nox visited her many times after that - and before long, it was Dean visiting on his own to them both, unable to understand any chatter or conversation they tried to make.
And one day when Dean ventured into the attic to meet the ghosts, they weren't there.
"Daddy! You promised me uncle Nox would play with me today!"
A single tear slipped down Dean's cheek, though it was happier than you'd think. "I think you'll just have to play with Annie and Lox today, sweetie." It didn't hurt his heart so much now that he saw the two stuffed toys lying side-by-side.
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