#isaacwright

He hesitated for a moment, his mind recalling the memories he had seen as the Three-Eyed Raven. "He's dead." He said, his voice cold and blunt.

"That much I know." She spat. "He went north with you, gods be damned Brandon! Tell me! Beyond the mere answer that he's dead. How did he die, what did he say, how did it happen! How did you… In all your knowledge, allow this."

"It was beyond my control, Y/n." He tried to explain, "We were travelling beyond the Wall…beyond my sight." He paused, closing his eyes as he recalled the memory. "We were ambushed…attacked by White Walkers…"

"That's not good enough!" She screamed, kicking a table, letting the wine smash on the floor.

Bran didn’t flinch at her outburst, but his expression remained stoic. "I can't change what happened, Y/n." He said, his voice firm. "I see what the trees show me."

"You promised me…" She said, "You promised… He'd come home… I went to war for you… And your cause… I let my home burn for you… On the promise he would come home."

"Y/n…" He called out to her, his voice now barely more than a whisper.

"… I don't believe you." She shook her head, "… How do I know you didn't let him die? How am I to know your gods didn't order it? How do I know that you didn't allow it… Leave him to die in the snow because it was necessary for you. For your magic. For all of this."

"I would never allow something like that to happen," he said, “Why would you think me so cruel?”

"Because if nothing else… I have learnt that only death pays for life. Blood has to be spilt for the sake of magic." She picked her head up to meet Bran's eyes. "Whose death, paid for your life, Brandon? What blood was sacrificed! For the magic you now hold!" She yelled. "… Because to me, it sure does seem like the gods in there madness led my husband, like a lamb to the slaughter, for you. To be the sacrifice for your magic."

"You're angry, and you have every right to be," Bran said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't ask for this power. I didn't want any of this."

"… I didn't want any of this. All I wanted was my husband."

"I know…" He said softly. "And it's not fair." They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the crackle of the burning embers in the fireplace. Finally, Bran spoke. "I can show you-"

"I do not want to see it." She choked. "I cannot bear to see it."

Bran could see the pain and torment in her eyes. "I understand." He said softly. "But sometimes, remembering can help us heal." He paused, his eyes on the fire. "I lost my father…my mother…my siblings." He murmured, his voice filled with sadness. "I carry their memories with me. Their love. Their pain. Their death."

"What happened… I do not wish to see. I want you to tell me." She sniffled back tears

Bran took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task he was about to undertake. He turned his eyes to her, his expression grave. "Very well. The attack by the White Walkers…It was a massacre. We were taken off guard, outnumbered.” Bran's voice grew sombre as he continued to recount the events. "Jojen was badly injured, gravely injured. He wasn't going to survive it." Bran explained the horrible truth, how Meera had killed Jojen in mercy far beyond the wall.

The moment he finished, she screamed out in grief, the closest sound he'd ever heard like it … Was his mother, Catlynn Starks' scream when watching his brother rob die.

When she finally regained her breath, "his body … What did you do with his body?" She begged

"We couldn't carry him with us." He said, his voice soft and filled with sadness. "We had to leave him behind. We…we burned his body, to prevent the White Walkers from… from getting to it."

Y/n shook her head, tears in her eyes. "No… Say it is not so…" She fell to her knees in the spilt wine and broken glass, the sharp slivers cutting into her skin,

"We had no choice." He tried to explain, a hint of desperation in his voice. "The White Walkers… they take the dead and turn them into wights. We couldn't let that happen to Jojen."

She cried. "No… No… He was not born of fire…" She muttered, "Targaryens are born of fire and thus must die in flames. Those who swear to the lord of light will burn, but no… Not Jojen…" She begged. "He was a man of house Reed! Of the neck! The marshes and the mud men… and you… You robbed him of eternity." She grew angry, directed at Bran, "to rob a Reed of the marsh… It is to rob a Stark of his iron crown in the crypt of Winterfell. A promise made of your eternity…" She whimpers, "and you burned him…"

"You're right. He was born of mud and reeds. Of the swamps and the marshes." He said, his voice heavy. "But he was also a man. A man who fought bravely, and died a hero." He paused, his eyes on the flames. "I will carry his memory with me always."

"I do not care if he died a hero… Or a fool." She spat. "I care… That I will never see him again…" She cried. "He will never be with his ancestors, he will never … Be with our daughter…" She completely broke down, "he is with the wrong gods…."

"His soul is at peace, Y/n." He said softly. "He has found his way to the gods-"

"… but he will never be with Sara."

Bran's eyes softened ever so slightly. "No… he won't." He agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she will know of him. She will know her father was a brave and honourable man," he explained, "And she will grow up surrounded by people who loved her father, who will tell her stories of how he fought and died at his family's side."

"She will never know such stories…"

Bran's brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean? She has you. You can tell her stories about Jojen."

Y/n shook her head, wiping her tears. "You don't know?'

Bran's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "Know what?"

"Sara is dead."

Bran felt as though the air had been knocked out of him. He was speechless, stunned by the news. "How…?"

"… She came before the battle. Forced her way out of me. Demanded to arrive." She said her hands were resting on her still swollen stomach, yet to lose the weight of carrying Sara. "I fought as long as I could before the pain became too much. I brought her into this world… Right there on the castle floor. She was so beautiful… So perfect, the sweetest little whimpers." She explained, "… When the castle fell… they ripped her from my arms…” She said her hand resting briefly over her scarred eye, “They killed her."

"I… I had no idea…" He tried to find the right words, but nothing seemed adequate.

"he's dead. As I'm sure you can guess." She sniffed, "I laid her to rest in greywater… In the marsh waters… Where jojen was meant to join her… Now they are lost to each other."

“Y/n I-”

“I did all that you asked of me, I gave you my husband… I let you take him from me… I went to battle with a baby in my belly… I watched my home burn… I gave birth to my daughter on the cold floor of this castle without a single hand of aid… They ripped my newborn baby from my arms and butchered her like a piglet… they raped me on the castle floor… Cut my eye and left me to die… I crawled out of that castle, barely even surviving with my daughter in my arms… I did everything I had to do to bring my baby home, to lay her in the marshes with the family she never knew… where I will one day be with her… where he was always supposed to go….” she cried, “Where all of us could be together. You robbed me of a husband, and of eternity with the man I love; you robbed Jojen of his birthright, his eternity with me, and robbed him of his daughter! You robbed Sara of this world and stole her father away. That is a debt… that can never… ever be repaid.”

Bran's heart ached for the first time since the great tree, and his words left him in a way that he knew was not the raven… but was for once. Brandon. "…I'm so sorry, Y/n."

She scoffed, picking her head up. “That’s the worst part, Bran…” she said, meeting his eyes, “I know you're not.” She shook her head, “Becuase you're not you. Not anymore. So everything… everything I lost… was for nothing.”

When we arrived the cave was… not what I expected. It was dark, icy cold, with the grey roots and bloody vines of the werewood trees above and along the walls. The children lead us deeper into the darkest.

I was fearful but my choice was them or the others out there and honestly, I'm not sure which I feared more. 

Suddenly they stopped and seemed to spread outputting a fair space between us them 

"What's going on?" I asked 

"She is coming" the children whispered

"Hodor. Guard the door with summer" 

"Hodor" he nodded taking Summer with him towards the entrance of the cave just in case we needed a way back out.

"She is coming" they whispered their voices hushed and almost frightened 

"Who is coming?" I asked them trying to sound strong and not let my fear seep into my thought

"The mother" they whispered "The mother, the mother" They said it like a mantra as If calling out to whatever answered that name 

But suddenly without warning the roots and vines all the walls and that hung from the ceiling wrapped around each of us, Meera, jojen and I were immediately thrown back tight against the walls of the cave with the roots around our wrists, ankles, waists and necks as of the roots had come alive to form our chains, of course, Meera screamed as did jojen I think we all panicked 

"What's going on!" Meera yelled trying to fight her way out on the wall to my left 

"The hell are these roots there fucking alive!' Jojen complained on the wall to my left 

"Just stay calm we'll find a way out of this" I did my best to reassure them but the roots tightened and I saw as roots now covered both Meera and Jojen's eyes and even if it was a fight another slipped into their mouths seeming to force feed them this grey sap like substance that made them calm and relaxed in the restrains I tried to tell but my own vision was taken and I felt the thick root force its way down my throat forcing this sticky stuff down and as much as I tried to fight it was intoxicating, and so pleasant like ale and mead but even stronger it just made me feel so happy, so content, unwilling to argue. 

I lost track of how long I had been here and my mind had grown complacent and unresistant as I’m sure the intention was. I had tried to escape into time, into Hodor, summer or anyone else eyes but I found it impossible to do so. But I gained some clarity when the root in my mouth left as did the one covering my eyes, and I saw this… creature.

A woman formed of wood and leaf-like some kind of green statue or earthly god her skin deathly pale like a werewood tree her hair the red of the leaves, carvings across her body sigils and runes lost to time, blood running down from her eyes. 

“What are you?” I spoke up 

“I am the mother of the earth”

“Mother? The mother to what?”

“The children” she smiled 

“The children of the forest? You’re the mother of the children of the forest?”

“That I am”

“You- You’re the first woman. The first woman of Westeros. Mother to the children of the forest and all other things in this world”

“Clever boy” she smiled 

“What do you want? Why have you summoned me here?” 

“You are dangerous. With the others marching you are a danger to all that exists”

“If we don’t stop them they’ll destroy all life here”

“No, they will destroy all people life will always remain” 

“So you’re on their side?”

“I am on no side. I am only on the side to protect life, to protect the world we have worked so hard to build and hold all this time. I have lost enough of the world we made to men. Our trees are almost gone, the arm has been swallowed, this world is being littered by stones and ships none of which that sound be here” she explained “You shall remain here where you cannot cause problems” she says 

“What will you do with us?”

“Nothing you will merely be kept here, used to feed my dying trees” she explained 

“You can’t just keep us here!”

“I will hear no complaints I’m sure of it” she smirked glancing at Meera and jojen, I looked and saw they were different from the last I saw them, the roots had all but overtaken them the roots wrapped and coiled around them to swallow them up but the smaller leaf covered roots had taken an even sicker control.

Meera had roots slipped under her shirt the roots gripping and squeezing at her breasts, another under her clothes repeatedly forcing its way inside both her pussy and ass, a leaf playfully tickling her clit and inner thigh, still blind and being forced to swallow the thick grey sap, the wall and floor of the cave below her wet and damp clearly showing we had been here a long time.

Jojen too had roots slipped under his clothes a root wrapped around his cock squeezing and rubbing another inside him the wall under him too covered in his seed proving we had been here a good long time. 

“Stop! You can’t just do that to them!”

“It is what they have asked” she explained petting Jojen’s hair “You should see the sickness they wish for him more so than her” she chuckled “And I see your sickness, Brandon. I see the sickness you see in me” she slyly smiled 

The roots around me tightened slipping their way under my clothes 

“Ahh- ahhh! Let me go!” I pleaded but I had no resistance to the roots she controlled it slipped under my clothes and coiled around my cock, and the root returned to my mouth forcing it down my throat and feeding me the sap again forcing me to relax and admittedly… I enjoyed it. As much as I wanted to escape the longer it went on the more I enjoyed it relaxing into the pleasure until I hit my orgasm my seed shooting across the cave and onto her she smiled and gave my head a gentle kiss 

I heard the door knock so I bolted to the door and opened it wide seeing Y/n stood in her little yellow sundress looking very cute and sweet,

“Hi,” she giggled,

“Hi,” I smiled giving her a little kiss and letting her in,

“Who was at the door?” My dad yelled from the sofa,

“Just Y/n, we'll be in my room!" I yelled grabbing her hand to tug her up the stairs,

"Leave your door open!"

"Dad!"

"Don't argue Isaac. Or you stay in here."

"Fine!" I complained keeping my door open as little as possible, "Ummmmmm so come on baby!" I pouted grabbing her ass, and kissing all over her

"Isaac your so excited can’t I at least sit down and we start a movie,” she teased,

"Noo come on, please! Please I will literally take anything at this point!"

"Anything?" She giggled,

"ANYTHING! But you can't leave me like this baby."

"Alright," she giggled, playfully laying on the bed on her stomach

"uhhhhhhh you mean it?"

"Yes go on, but then we watch a movie like you promise?."

"I uhhh I promise !" I bolted over giving her back a million kisses pushing up her cute little dress to reveal her ass to me "uMmm you look so good!" I groaned giving her ass a playful spank as I tugged off her little cotton daisy-printed panties, "Can I uhh really?"

"You're fine,"

"Ohh thank god!" I gasped immediately grabbing her hips I couldn't wait not a moment longer, I undid my jeans and kicked them off stroking myself a couple of times but not like I needed to I was completely ready for her, actually a little over ready for her, but after so long of desiring her I'm not surprised now I actually had the opportunity I went... a little crazy. The moment I slipped inside her I wanted to cum, she felt so so good! but I didn't have time to hesitate my hips worked on their own fueled by my hormones biting my lip hard as I didn't scream even if I loudly moaned into my mouth I was in my own world of utter pleasure, she grabbed a pillow and used it to muffle her own moans which only made me go faster knowing I was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me, I dug my fingers into her ass while I got to a decent pace, and then I moved my hands up her dress and grabbed her breasts as my hips went crazy on her, slightly rubbing her nipples as I knew how close I was

"Isaac please" She gasped moving one of my hands to her clit, I smirked and rubbed her clit mercilessly as I thrusted hearing the sofa squeak under us until she tightened around me and screamed into the pillow feeling her hit her wave which was enough tip me over too burying myself as deep inside her as possible

"HOLY FUCK-" I groaned as the most intense orgasm I had ever had rushed through me almost making me faint

"Yeah... Holy fuck-" She gasped too, “Movie time?”

I sat unable to help my smile as my chair sat looking out towards the balcony of the royal suite, I couldn't help but smile watching the sweetest of sights. The doors opened wide to the balcony of the suite, the black curtains tied back but still billowing in the sea wind, the most peaceful sound that had ever existed the plucking of gentle strings forming the most beautiful of songs. She sat on the low stone bench on the balcony, the sea of kings landing beyond the balcony, Her long Y/h/c hair free from braids and twists allowed to flow freely with only a small grey tie around her head to keep her hair from her eyes, her hair blustered in the wind. Her sweet body was covered with a dark grey gown the same colour as the house that I once was named for, the gown was covered with embroidered black feathers across the fabric, the fabric moving with the wind giving the illusion of feathered wings flying in the breeze, she was barefoot against the stone, her sweet hands scared from the harsh burns of her history but they moved as graceful as a morning birds wings, they plucked and picked at the long strings of her sweet silver harp. 

She plaid jenny of the old stones, 

"Must you play those ghostly songs"

"I like ghostly songs" she cooes 

"Why don't you play a new song?"

"I could write a new song for you my king, to tell tales of the new world"

"That sounds like the perfect song my love,"

"When I shall begin working on it right away my king" She smiled blowing me a kiss before she began to compose, I watched and listened for what seemed like hours so much so the sun had begun to set 

"You're grace" Podrick called as he entered the royal suite with Brien in tow but they both stopped short as they saw me 

"Yes?" I asked them

"Small council meeting your grace it's urgent"

I smiled as I helped bran into his bed for the night,

"It's alright y/n, don't trouble yourself" he says pushing my hand away

"I'm just trying to help bran"

"I know you are, your far too sweet" he Cooes kissing my hand "go on get yourself to bed it's going to be a cold night" 

"You sure? You don't want me to tuck you in?" I giggled

"That's alright, get yourself to bed"

"Alright, goodnight bran"

"Goodnight y/n" he smiled

I have him a small gentle kiss before I fixed my dress and headed out his room and thought the dark cold castle corridor's I passed a window a for a moment glanced out seeing the courtyard mostly empty now as it was late, a dark cloudless sky and a full bright moon hung above but I continued on trying to get back to my own chamber but as I turned I stopped short seeing a wolf sat on the stone I didn't panic there was no point as a symbol of the house here they were common and all the children had one of their own but this wolf was different far larger than any wolf I had seen before, it's colours unlike any wolf I knew to have lived in winter fell it was almost fully black with piercing red eyes it snarled and ran towards me so I quickly ran as fast as I could thought the castle using the short cuts and little passageways I knew but It was always behind me until In the godswoods I had knowhere left to run and the wolf came closer I felt to my knees in fear knowing my fate but the wolf came to my face and batted at my head snuggling with me I was confused but let the wolf sit with me long into the night.

When dawn drew closer the wolf tugged my dress between its teeth making me follow it back though the castle I noticed we arrived at brans room but the bed was empty. The wolf climbed into the bed and laid there a moment as the dawn began to break light cascading thought the window lighting the bed and transforming him back

"Bran?"

"Hi y/n"

"I.. I didn't know you could do that"

"It's fairly new" he chuckled "I'm sorry I didn't want to frighten you, I've been following you home every night I transform and I usually wait outside your room."

"Why?'

'i like to make sure your safe" 

I sat on the train my headphones in watching the world go by, I glanced beside me a moment to Isaac he too had his headphones in and a book in hand, he saw me though and briefly smiled leaning over to kiss my head. We'd been on the train for a good hour now and we'd be here a good while more given our journey today but luckily the carriage was pretty empty and the day was fairly temperate, granted the seats on the train weren't the most comfortable and the toilets aren't great but we were just thankful these days to be on a train at all. I watched the little houses and fields rushing past the window when I felt a hand settle on my thigh I glanced down seeing Isaac's hand settled there I didn't give it much thought just tapping his hand and returning to the window but after a minute or two his hand didn't stay there it slipped up my thigh and under my skirt I shot him and glare but he just focused on his book almost ignoring me so I pushed his hand back down to my thigh and he looked over giving me a pouty face.

"Not here" I whispered taking a headphone out and so did he "Why not? come on it'll be fun my little flower" He cooed "Something to entertain us" "I'm entertained enough" "Liar" he smirked slipping his hand up my skirt again and snapping my panties waistband "Isaac" I hushed "Come on, I know you like it" he smirked moving to rub on my clit through my panties pushing my thighs open with his hand "I know you love when we play like this, where anyone could see you, or hear you, you know how much I like to play in public little flower" "We can't someone will see" "The train's nearly empty, those who are here are on their phones they won't be paying us any attention." He smirked nuzzling close so I could settle into his neck "The cameras will see, and they'll kick us off" "Those cameras don't work and you know it. Come on little flower just for me" "Isaac we can't" "You're not normally so resistant. what happened to my cute little flower I bent over, ate out and fucked for two hours in the park?" "That was different" "Why? It was even busier people going around on their lunch breaks anyone could have seen us. I thought my little flower didn't care who saw her?"

"Outside is different there were trees, bushes, a bench, not on a train" "I think you're just worried you'll scream, or that you'll make a mess of the seat" he smirked pulling my panties to the side and slipping his finger in "Ohhh little flower you're so wet, I knew you liked it" He growled slipping another finger in and wasting no time to use them to finger fuck me I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth trying not to moan as he moved at the perfect speed rubbing on all the little spots that he knows I can't resist I tried to grab my coat from my bag to put it over us to give us some form of privacy but he slapped it away "No no, that's not half as fun" he smirked pushing my legs even further I tried to resist but he put his full weight on me leaning me at his mercy as he flicked up my skirt leaving me utterly exposed leant against the window, my legs wide, him fingering me all of it completely in the open on the seat for anyone to see if they meerly looked up from their phones

"Isaac-" I whined "Awww you're blushing, its okay little flower look how beautiful you are" He smirked kissing my clit "If you get your tits out I'll let you cum" "I'd rather you just fuck me, Isaac" "Yeah? alright we'll have to be quick and quiet though" he smirked moving his hand away and licking it clean before he undid his jeans and pulled out his hard erection "Come on then little flower" I giggled and sneakily moved to sit on his lap he moved my panties a little to give him more space as he slipped inside me raw we had to be slow but it admittedly was fun feeling him inside me as I looked around the train knowing at any moment we could be in big trouble I made sure to bounce which only made him go crazier moving his hand up my shirt to grab my breast as he thrusts hard. "Fuck- I'm close little flower" "Already?" "You look so good like this I can't help it" he smirked "My little flower wanna cum too?" "Yes please" "Then flash them." He smirked I blushed but grabbed my shirt lifting it for a moment and flashing my bra "Humm good girl" he growled getting faster until he grabbed my hips and pulled me as far down as possible biting my neck as he reached his high filling me up as deep as possible "Uhhhh I love you y/n" "I love you too Isaac" I giggled kissing him before I climbed off him and sat back in my seat pulling my panties back how they should be as he got his breath, he glanced over and smirked "Humm your leaking little flower"

I sat with a wide smile seeing her so happy, little Lizzy sat on the floor surrounded by the various ripped paper having opened all her birthday presents and getting to her last one ripping open the bright pink paper off the large cream box revealing the plastic window and the doll within. She was deathly pale, with little pink pigtails in a long pink dress her strange unblinking eyes… made me want to kick it away. 

“Awwwww a pretty Penelope dolly!” Lizzy smiled ripping the box open to get at the doll "thank you!" She smiled happily bringing it to me "look daddy look a pretty Penelope dolly"

"Yes sweetheart very nice" I told her giving her a cuddle

"Do you agree?" I asked y/n as we sat in bed her doing some knitting

"What?" She giggled

"That doll is creepy?"

"All dolls are a little creepy Isaac"

"Yeah but.... Like. That doll."

"It's a little spooky but she adores the show"

"I know. The doll just gives me the creeps"

"I'm sure it's fine you know what she's like two weeks she'd have moved on to something else and that doll will be burried in her closet"

"Your right. How's little one doing?' I asked stroking her belly

"Fine giving me alot of morning sickness"

"Well maybe it's another girl Lizzy made you sick constantly"

"Perhaps. I thought you wanted a boy?"

"I don't care so long as we get an adorable little baby"

"Mummy, daddy" her little voice Cooes at our door so we turned and saw Lizzy stood with her creepy doll

"Hi sweetie'

"I had a nightmare can I sleep with you"

"Oh of course" I smiled helping her into bed even if I wanted that doll as far away from me as possible no matter where I sat in bed that doll was looking at me with those strange glossy eyes y/n felt I was uncomfortable so moved the doll over to her side with Lizzy between us, I cradled both of them in my arms as we got some sleep but I woke up to a horrific sound y/n was choking the pillow over her face o was so panicked confused how it could have happened quickly moving the pillow letting her gasp for air

"Are you okay?"

"I think so. Lizzy must have pushed the pillow or something"

"Yeah, Lizzy must - Lizzy." My panic set in again as I noticed she wasn't breathing her little pig tails plaits had wrapped around her neck as fast as I could I moved them away seeing how tight they where and have her CPR until she coughed back awake taking a deep breath "Lizzy! Darling are you okay?"

"Penelope!"

"What?"

"Penelope hurt me daddy!"

I didn't know what to think of course her doll didn't do this but at the same time I did get a weird feeling about that doll, and I love Lizzy to death she wouldn't like to me I saw the truth of what she was saying in her eyes

"Okay. Then pretty Penelope is getting a time out" I told her grabbing the doll heading to the spare bedroom throwing the doll in the wardrobe and shutting the doors putting a coat hanger thought the handles so it couldn't be opened "there she's in time out let's all get some sleep"

I sat having some breakfast toast considering weather or not to run a bath this morning when I heard a scream I bolted upstairs seeing Lizzy on the floor of her bedroom covered in bruises like she'd been thrown out her bed repeatedly

"Ohh Lizzy sweetheart are you okay?"

"Penelope pushed me!" She yelled pointing to the doll on her bed

"Did you get her out of time out?"

"She was on my bed when I got home" she says

I know I didn't get the doll out and I doubt y/n would have

"Okay, well if she's been pushing you she's going in another time out" I said grabbing the doll and taking it this time to the kitchen locking it in the pantry cupboard will the snacks y/n can't eat while she's pregnant sitting the padlock on it "there all safe"

I finished up my shower grabbing my towel as I climbed out but the moment I stepped on the floor o heard a scream so I bolted into our bedroom seeing y/ns hair caught in the desk fan trying to drag her in or even scalp her I quickly unplugged it and rushed over

"Are you okay!"

"Yeah I must have just... My chair feel back as I was doing my hair" she says

"Well atleast your alright darling" I smiled giving her a kiss but I heard another scream so we both rushed to Lizzy's room where a fire had been started in her little bin and her tied to the bed by her scarf

I quickly put the fire out and y/n untied Lizzy

"What happened?"

"Penelope!" She screamed between tears pointing to the door where the doll sat

I was baffled thinking how on earth a doll could do this but then again how could Lizzy have done this on her own

"I locked her in the pantry did you get the doll out?" I asked y/n

"No. Did you?"

"No. Lizzy did you get Penelope out of time out?"

"No daddy I didn't!"

"Okay. I don't know what is going on but I'm not taking any chances" I grabbed the doll and headed outside seeing the binmen just a few houses down I stuffed the doll in the top of our bin and waited with my hand on the lid at all times till they took it pouring it and crushing it in the lorry I waited till I drove away and headed inside promising to buy her a new toy at the shops today

I stood cuddling and kissing my beautiful wife as she cooked dinner

"Ummm I love you so much'

"Awww I love you too Isaac" she smiled before she turned to get something from the fridge but she screamed I looked and saw on the kitchen floor stood the pretty Penelope doll

"Did you buy her a new one?'

"No. Did you?"

"Nope."

"I'm pretty Penelope I love you!" The doll plaid

"I didn't think it could talk'

"It can't."

"Hell no!" I grabbed the doll and immediately took it outside to the BBQ I didn't stop till that doll was ash "next time I get a weird feeling about a toy. We burn it. Agreed"