Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.
Important note! This is the beginning of a long series that'll get darker and disturbing with each story. Prepare yourself, if you wish to read it all. I've been going back and forth on posting the whole series on here. I'm pretty far into the series on Archive of Our Own so if you want to read more of the stories before I post them on here which I don't know how long it'll take to upload all of them on here, look up my username EmilytheLemur and look for my other Pseuds, which is the same name as my account on here (Silverfeather-93-ShadowClan)
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The music from her MP3 Player echoed in Elizabeth's ears as she sat there on her bed, staring down at the words she just wrote on a piece of paper. She tried desperately to think of what should happen next, but her mind went blank, leaving her with no idea how to continue her story.
With a sigh, she leaned against the wall, pushing her glasses back up when they started sliding down her nose. Then she reached over for the little black device beside her and started to go through the playlist to find a different song to listen to. Movement on her other side distracted the girl. She looked down to see her dog getting to his paws; he stretched in place, his long mouth parting in a huge yawn.
She paused her music and took out her headphones, before removing all the paper and folders off her lap. She smiled at her dog when he turned to her.
"Did you have a good nap?" she asked the Dachshund, and patiently waited to hear a reply back. However, her dog just stared blankly at her, clearly not understanding a word she said. Then he yawned again, shaking his head as if trying to wake himself up.
Elizabeth frowned, wishing she was able to communicate with her pets. Maybe then she wouldn't be so lonely if she had friends to talk to, even if those friends weren't human. Honestly, she would prefer friends who weren't human because as far as she could tell, humans were mean and only care about one thing: Fitting in. And most couldn't care less about anyone else but themselves. Since she was such an outcast at her school and didn't seem to belong anywhere, whenever she tried to make friends, her efforts were wasted. The other kids either tease her for one reason or another, or simply shun her out entirely. Having animals as friends would be much better, she believed.
Sharp nails scraping against the floor broke into her thoughts. Glancing up, she saw her dog, Peanut, now standing at the bedroom door. He was staring at her with a pleading look, and Elizabeth immediately knew what he must want.
Climbing off the bed, she left her room with her dog following her. She opened the front door for him and then stepped outside herself, closing the door behind her. When she looked around the yard, she spotted her other dog, Jack, laying in the grass with a stick firmly gripped in his mouth like he was waiting for someone to come play with him.
As soon as the girl appeared, the huge dog stumbled to his paws and headed up the steps. He stopped once on the porch and dropped the stick at her feet, his tail wagging lazily from side to side.
She smiled down at him, deciding to take a break from her story for a while to play fetch with him.
Picking up the stick, she threw it across the yard, and almost at once the huge labrador took off after it. As she waited for him to return, she suddenly realized that she was missing something.
Why didn't I remember to bring my music? she questioned in her head. For a moment, she considered going back inside to grab her MP3 Player, but before she could move, Jack came trotting back up the steps, the stick in his mouth. He set it down in front of the girl and stared up at her eagerly.
"Okay." She couldn't resist how cute he looked. Bending over, she picked up the stick again and threw it for a second time.
The huge dog ran to get it, the little dachshund hard on his heels, seeming more awake now that he had a yard to run around in. While they went to fetch the stick, the girl walked over to the cage beside the shed. "Hello, Ryan," she greeted the rabbit inside the cage, smiling at it.
The fluffy, white creature wriggled its nose and hopped over to the side of the cage where its food and water was. Looking closer, the girl noticed that he needed more. As she opened the door to the cage and reached inside for the bowl, she found herself wishing that she was able to understand the rabbit's language instead of just guessing what he was trying to tell her.
After pouring the food from the bag that was kept inside the shed into the bowl and putting it back, she went over to the hose. She stuck the nozzle into the bottle and twisted the handle on the faucet. The girl jumped back in surprise when water sprayed all over her. She realized that she had turned it on too high. Hardly any water got into the bottle.
"Oh, that's just great," she muttered, annoyed as she lowered the pressure. Once the bottle was just about full, she shut the water off and returned to the cage, popping the container back into place on the side.
When she was finished with all that, she looked around for her dogs. Jack was laying in the grass with one paw on his stick, panting heavily as if he were tired. Peanut, on the other hand, seemed full of energy now, running around the older one like he was begging him to play with him.
She was glad to see that they had forgotten about their game of fetch because she was starting to feel the cold wind through her thin jacket, and her wet shirt only made it worse.
Shivering, Elizabeth was about to go back inside when suddenly the door opened and her mother stepped out, almost bumping into her. But the girl was able to move out of the way just in time. Her mother stared down at her in surprise. "What are you doing out here?" she questioned, but before the girl could answer, her mother added," And why are you all wet?"
"I was filling Ryan's water bottle, and the water splashed on me," she explained as she watched her mother pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket. The girl waited for her mother to lit a cigarette, then asked," Is the laundry done?"
Her mother didn't reply right away, only breathed in the smoke from her cigarette before blowing it out again. Just seeing her do that made Elizabeth feel sick, and it was even worse when she got a whiff of the disgusting smell. She'll never understand why people would willingly fill their lungs full of smoke.
Finally her mother said," Yeah, they're in my room."
The girl was hoping for a quick escape, wanting to get away from that smoke smell, but before she closed the door, she heard her mother calling her back. With a sigh, she poked her head out, groaning when she asked her to clean the kitchen.
"Why do I have to do it? Can't one of the boys do it instead?
"Because I asked you to do it," her mother told her.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to continue to argue but then reconsidered, knowing that she wouldn't be able to win an argument with her mother. In the end, it would be her doing the dishes, so why start an unnecessary fight? She sighed again and nodded, finally closing the door to cut off the cold air outside.
After thinking about it for a moment, she decided to hold off on getting a new shirt. As quickly as she could—almost dropping a breakable plate but managing to catch it just in time—she put away the clean dishes and then started to fill the dishwasher up with the dirty ones in the sink. Rinsing out a bowl that still had food in it, the water ricocheted off the edge, wetting everything around her, including her already soaked shirt.
It's a good thing I didn't change first, she thought with a heavy sigh. She put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, added soap, and then turned it on.
When she was done in the kitchen, Elizabeth headed to her parents' bedroom which was on the far side of the house. She saw the baskets pushed up against the dresser and started to go through the clothes until she found one of her favorite shirts.
Since nobody was around, she decided to just change right there, also putting on a thicker jacket in hopes of warming up faster.
On the way back to her room, she threw her wet clothes in the bathroom behind the door.
"Now I can finally get back to my story," she announced out loud, once in her room. A few new ideas came to her while she was away, and she was eager to put them in her story, hoping they would work with the plot of it. She was climbing onto her bed when she noticed something that made her freeze.
Confused, she stared down at the sack of papers, now out of order, and she didn't think they were like that before she left. She pondered this for another moment and then shrugged. I probably put them that way and forgot about it, she told herself as she fixed the papers, deciding that she must be over thinking things like she usually did.
But suddenly she got a strong feeling of being watched. She looked around her room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary at first; but then she realized that her closet door was open, just enough for someone to peek through.
Timidly, she rose from her bed and inched her way over there. She hesitated for a couple of moments, before reaching for the doorknob, slowly opening it all the way. She expected to see someone staring back at her, but instead found herself looking at the clothes hanging up and the pile of junk littered on the floor of her closet.
But if nobody was in there then why did she feel like someone was watching her?
Puzzled and still a bit shaken up, she closed her closet and went back to her bed, plopping on it. She tried to push what just happened out of her mind so she could focus on her story. But that was hard to do when the whole thing was just so weird, and she had a feeling that someone had been in her room even if they weren't anymore.
For the rest of the afternoon, Elizabeth stayed in her room, working on her story and listening to music; the feeling of being watched eventually went away. Then evening came, and she had to take a break to eat dinner with her family even though she would have much rather eaten in her room so she could still write her story.
When she went back to her room after dinner, she was surprised to see the paper scattered on her bed when she knew she had put them in a folder. She couldn't stop herself from glancing at her closet, half expecting it to be cracked open like before, but it wasn't and this time she didn't feel like someone was watching her.
What was going on? Was someone playing a cruel joke on her?
Thinking this made her immediately suspect her brothers. She stormed out of her room and headed to the end of the hallway where she opened the door without knocking. The two boys were laying in their own beds while the TV blared throughout the room.
"Which one of you has been messing with my stuff?" Elizabeth demanded.
Jacob looked up from his laptop. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "We haven't touched any of your stuff."
"Well someone has," Elizabeth insisted, and she started explaining how when she would return to her room after being away for a long period of time, her story would be out of order or the paper would be scattered on her bed. "Someone has been in my room," she finished, now kinda hoping it was her brothers playing a trick on her because if it wasn't them then that meant it was more serious than siblings just messing with each other.
The oldest brother sat up in his bed. "It wasn't us," Mason growled at her. Then he flopped back down and pulled the blanket over his head. "Now leave," he added, his voice muffled because of the cover. "I have to work tonight, and I can't sleep with all this noise."
Sure, now he complains about noise, Elizabeth thought, offended. Their TV was on full volume, but it wasn't until Elizabeth comes into their room to ask about the strange happenings that he says it's too loud. Her and Mason had never seen eye to eye, and she had a feeling that wasn't going to change any time soon- if ever!
For a moment Elizabeth thought about pushing it until they confessed it was just a prank. But she knew if she did that, their parents might get involved, and then all three of them would get in trouble for bickering and most likely would get a lecture about how families shouldn't fight.
"Fine," the girl muttered at last. She turned to leave, not bothering to close the door behind her, and she ignored Jacob when he tried to call her back.
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