#mentallmadness

Viggo head-canons?

“Oh” she felt guilty realizing scaring people might just be the only thing he’s ever known. No friends, or family for all she knows he might not even have ‘parents’ she thought. He had to come from somewhere right? “There had to be someone right? At least one” she sat across from him, staring at him sad but caring “sorry if I’m asking a touchy subject.. you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to” she began to fiddle with the granola bar wrapper. Silence fell for a moment then he spoke.

“What? No I’m not broken it just means I’m hungry you know the way the body tells people they need to eat” Slappy just stared at her brow raised “you do know how the the human body works, right?” Before he could respond another growl irrupted “or-“ she started “we can talk while I eat, I mean I have a lot of questions and-“ she looked at the clock 4:21am “mom should be at work so we can talk in the kitchen” she hopped off her bed standing at a height of 4’8 half her face shrouded by dark hair.

Before she got to respond, slightly concerned of what he was requesting, a large deep growl emanated from her stomach. She looked down at her stomach “damn I’m hungry” she whispered. When she looked Slappy was backed away a bit his face looked somewhat offended. She didn’t even give him an answer yet did she do something wrong? Roxie was very confused “you ok” she asked her stomach growled again.

Roxie thought for a bit "Um, ya I guess im ok with it I mean I dont have much else to this summer, and mom is always working" she stares off through the window into the sky before turning back to slappy. She tried not to smile, but the shocked expression he was making made it a little hard to do so. His mouth was gaped a bit, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and a brow rased. Things seemed too quite so she repeated her question "soo. . what do you want me to do?" A small smile on her face.

(Slappy reveles himself to the girl in her room and tells her that she read the words and now she is his slave) Roxie was scared, but a thought popped in her head. He's a 3ft tall wooden doll. What could he possibly want me to do? What ever it was it couldnt be that bad, right? Roxie decided it was best to go along with this creepy dummy than say no. "Alright, but" she paused a bit "what do you want me to do?" She said, still slightly nervous.