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[ @littlemxtchgirl ] OBSERVE?

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@littlemxtchgirl​ , William ( Survivor Verse ) , word count: 997

     It wasn’t unnatural for William to feel as though he was being watched. In fact, it was a sensation he’d become accustomed to early on in his life. His height and certain features tended to draw attention, he supposed. Though his reserved mannerisms, thankfully, seemed to outweigh it for the most part.

     When he’d first woken up in this world, the feeling was more… prominent, especially during the night when it felt as though the darkness itself was alive. Which, according to his companions, seem to in fact be the case. He’d become more inclined to believe them only after he’d found himself lingering in the dark a little too long, and felt something brushing their claws upon his neck.

     Needless to say, the others hadn’t been too please about being woken up by his screams, especially given the long day before, expecting monsters attacking the camp; though they’d been mostly sympathetic in the face of his stammered explanations and quickly apologies. Still, the memory made him wince in embarrassment, an action he was unfortunately intimate with at this point in time

     This, however, felt different from the eyes he swore he sometimes saw within the dark. William had tried to ignore it at first, but the feeling refused to disperse. Intensifying even to the point where he stilled his hands from their task ( stitching in the holes of some oddly shaped hats and vests he’d been handed ) to glance around at his surroundings. Perhaps it was one of the children? He’d noticed them occasionally staring at him before, but surely they would’ve said something by now if that were the case?

     Turns out, it wasn’t the case. As far as he could tell, he seemed to be perfectly alone in the quiet night ( Ms. Wickerbottom having retired not too long ago ), and yet the feeling of being watched continued to persist. What in Heaven’s-

     And then his eyes caught onto something sitting upon the storage chests, it’s single button eye staring silently back into his. 

     William held its gaze for a moment or two longer before tension he hadn’t even realized was there left his body, a silent laugh escaping him as he shook his head in amusement. It’d been a teddy bear all along and he couldn’t find it within him to be surprised. Maybe he was finally getting used to the odd nature of this world. 

     Setting down his sewing needle, ( a bit generous to call what appeared to be a whittled tooth a needle, though he could respect the ingenuity of it ), William stood up, walked over to where the toy plush sat and crouched down before it, letting his fingers lightly trace over its worn seams. 

“ Why, aren’t you just a charming fellow? ”   he murmured into the quiet night, looking around in hopes of seeing its owner,   “ Where’s your friend? ”

     He was fairly certain he recalled the bear belonging to Willow, a theory supported by scorch marks staining the plush. For some reason, it felt rather odd for her to be without the toy by her side. 

     It was funny, really, William thought absentmindedly. He was pretty sure the dream that woke him that night was also about Willow and the bear. The two of them seemed so, so cold  ( because of him )  and he could do nothing but watch as they slowly… 

     The faint recollection of the dream quickly faded out of reach, not that he was complaining if the way his throat tightened was any indication of how he felt. He felt prickles down his neck as it felt as though the bear was judging him, to which he frowned slightly and looked away, a bit ashamed.

“ It’s not as if I want to be having nightmares every night, ”   he muttered defensively, letting out a brief yawn at the reminder of how much sleep he’d been skipping these days… It must be nice to be made of nothing more than fabric and stuffing, not having to worry about rest.

“ I’ll have to remember to ask Ms. Willow for your name next I see her, ”   he said, mostly to himself, before turning towards the bear again with a weak smile,   “ You know, I used to have a friend just like you when I was little? In fact, he was the reason I first held a needle. ”

     It’d been so long he’d almost forgotten about it, the memory ( far, far warmer and more pleasant ) faded and fogged up by time, but still hitting him with nostalgia for simpler times. He wondered if the bear had any of those, unable to help but feel as though it was more than just than simple toy William knew it was... Or maybe he just felt lonely.

“ Perhaps I’ll ask Ms. Willow if she'd be against me stitching up some of your tears, though it’s clear she’s put a lot of attention into you, hasn’t she? ” 

     As expected, the bear didn’t answer, but William could continue to feel it’s button eye staring into him.

“ You’ve been keeping an eye on her, haven’t you? ”   he sounded ridiculous to his own ears, but his words felt so true for reasons he didn’t want to linger on. 

“ ...I’m not going to hurt her, I swear it. ”

     He wasn’t quite sure what prompted him to mutter out the words as if it were a confession, he would never hurt any of the others  ( surely? )  and Willow especially would be able to burn him alive before he could even dream about harming her. 

     But it felt like the right thing to say ( why? ) and it seemed to appease the bear, the sensation he’d been having all night finally, slowly fading. William stared a little longer at the plush bear before shaking his head, mystified, and returned to his abandoned task. 

...He took his earlier thought back, he was still far from being used to how things worked in this odd, odd world.

     But at least the bear seemed happy, for now.