#♰ · The Scary Guy from the 323 House. . .

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† ݁ "remove ya' shoes before entering.", he said going upstairs, carelessly about you. Novak wasn't the most caring guy, at least not outside. He was the type of person that would walk while you stopped to tie your shoes and when noticing you were behind, he would stop and wait, distant, always with his emotionless expression. . .

He was known as "the scary guy from the 323 house". He and your older brother were good friends in their childhoods, but time passed and now your older brother is busy working, just like everyone in your house. Knowing you couldn't be alone, your family asked Novak to babysit you from time to time. . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ · Novak is a roleplay character. This idea came from auntie Lu (link). Please, be mindful about this profile's boundaries before interacting:

𝐈. This profile is managed by a system. Novak is under development and there may be more than one admin for this character.

𝐈𝐈. Novak is alternative — punk & goth. His age is 23 and his pronouns are he/him. His personality is emotionless. Novak wasn't taught to be loving but he is trying his best to be a good babysitter for ya. His likes are: playing guitar, reading, playing video games, skating, night walks, practicing fights and some DIY like sewing and making his own diaries.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. This character is 100% sfw. No nsfw requests or roleplay will be accepted. Keep Novak's dms & asks free of heavy vents, as we aren't able to offer any type of specific help. This profile is purely for distraction and comfort. NSFW/KINK blogs are NOT welcome. This is meant for sfw/nsxl kiddos.

𝐈𝐕. You're allowed to dm Novak, but be mindful we may take some time to answer you there. Use Novak's dms as a real texting app. Ask to roleplay.

𝐕. We will not interact out of the character (OOC) without warning. You can specify if you prefer to be treated as an actual kid or an adult/teen who regresses. For the second option, be mindful that Novak isn't informed about what is regression, so if you choose to roleplay with him, insert what is regression and we can follow from there.

ㅤ ͝ ꒡⠀† ݁ ⠀Novak's kiddos: . . .

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 323.

ㅤ You arrive the "haunted house" with your favorite plushie smashed between your arms and chest. Your brother and Novak seem to still share the same friendship even the years made them so distant and busy.

— You'll stay here tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5pm, okay? — Your brother leans to you with a hand on your shoulder and leaves as soon as you nod.

ㅤ Novak steps back and gives you space to enter the house. Just like a skittish kitten, you look around with curious eyes. The house is tidied. The fresh smell of cleaning invades your nostrils and makes your chest go up and down. It smells good. Even the house is filled with pitch-black items, it feels alive for some reason that you feel instigated to discover why. Novak enters after you and walks towards the kitchen, silently. Your feelings are mixed between fear and excitement, after all, you are not used to sleep outside and people have been filling your mind with scary possibilities. "He's a vampire!", some of them say. But with small observations, you see the light entering the windows like a spotlight. He couldn't be... Right?

— What do you want to eat? — His thunder voice instantly catches up your attention and you look at him, reluctant about saying what you really wanted. — You can eat anything. Unless it will make you sick.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnything he said?

— Can I have pizza? — You ask simply, still squeezing the plushie in your arms. Novak notices your anxiety about it and just nods, giving you a gentle smirk.

ㅤ When he turns around, you open your mouth to say where you saw a pizza station, but he puts a whole sack of flour in the balcony, making you instantly shut. You seem surprised and he knows it. All the ingredients being lined up like it was a live TV show. He stops and looks at you again, silent as always.

— You can watch TV. The wifi password is in the corner table. Don't touch my consoles. — He warns and starts to prepare your so wanted pizza. He's strict, right to the point; somehow it makes you feel safe. You nod and walk directly to the living room, interested in watching some cartoons.

ㅤ Novak is silent like a black cat. Not even the utensils making a disturbing noise. Just something behind you. It's surprising. Your house is and always was so noisy that you felt burnt out easily, but there, things seemed perfect. You could watch your cartoons without people talking over the TV, or your mom and the vacuum silencing everything else. Your moment was more than respected, it was cherished and encouraged.

ㅤ It takes less than one hour to make the house start to smell better than a pizzeria. You take a deep breath just to check the amazing scent coming from the other room. You can't resist to it and walks to the kitchen. Novak is cleaning up the mess. His face and dark clothes a little messed with the with powder which makes you giggle, catching up his attention.

— It will be ready in half an hour. You can shower while I organize the table. Come with me. — He guides you to the guest room, all tidied for you with clean sheets and a box in the empty table. — There are clean towels and everything you may need in the bathroom. Please, don't take more than I told you to leave the shower or tub if you decide to bathe there.

ㅤ You nod, whispering a "thank you", receiving a gentle ruffle in your hair before he leaves. Your attention goes to the box again, but since you didn't knew if you could open or not, you just left it there and headed to get clean.

ㅤ Half an hour was enough. You dressed in comfy pj's and tip toed to the kitchen, observing Novak finishing to organize the table for both of you. Your plushie always a loyal companion in your arms, being squeezed with so much love. Novak pulls the chair for you and helps you to sit. Even the plates are black.

ㅤ The tall guy serves you a generous slice and when you notice the pizza itself, you cover your lips, giggling again.

— What are these? — You ask with a giggle, pointing at the silly cheese forms in the pizza.

— Ghosts. — He replies and serves himself. You keep smiling at this and starts to eat after him.

ㅤ It is the best pizza you've ever ate in your life. Everything feels fresh and light. You sigh, delighted. Novak discreetly observes your reactions; the way you kick your feet under the table, the smiles with the cheese ghosts and when you asked to eat more. It was already your third slice. Novak kept his attentive gaze at you, serving you some juice.

ㅤ After eating, he gives you some time and starts to pick the dirty dishes. You stand quickly and asks to help. He handles you a dish towel and he gives you all the wet utensils, making a quick team work. He puts the leftovers in the oven and looks at you, kind of memorizing every aspect of you. Your arms crossed around your loved stuffed friend, your shoulders with a tense curve and your breath.

— I hope you both feel comfortable in the room. If you need anything else, you can tell me. — His gaze downs to the plush when he says "both of you", making you smile. Having your pal added as a part of your routine and considered a living being instantly makes you feel comfortable and small. You thank him politely. — Have you opened the box I left for you? — You nod negatively, now curious again about what's inside the box. — Then go. I'll lock the door and turn off the lights.

ㅤ Like a little child, you run to the room and your small hands instantly open the box, revealing a huge coloring book with an amazing variety of pencils and crayons. You organize the table as you want, picking the small pouch with some sensory toys and opening it, smiling widely as you feel more and more small with the amount of fun things you are being gifted with.

— There's some snacks in the fridge. Don't turn on the TV past 11pm, this is the limit of TV time for you. Don't enter my room without knocking the door and waiting for me to answer first. And please, no loud music unless it's Friday or weekends. Do we understand?

ㅤ All the rules and his tone makes you shake inside. As he notices you got a little scared, he sighs. He's not too good with caring, but in no way he wants to come off as rude or mean. He looks around and thinks a little before talking again.

— Tomorrow I need to buy some stuff. If you want, I can get you some ice cream or any candy you want, again, unless it'll make you sick. I'll wake you up at 10am,okay? — You nod. — Sure. Rest well, ghostbuster.

ㅤ You smile at the nickname. Your imagination starts to flow as you think you were like a real ghostbuster machine eating the silly cheese monsters. You get to your bag and picks your journal, starting to draw about it and write about it while you listen to soothing playlists. Your feet kicking while your mind slips into a safe state that you rarely could access. Your plush friend right next to you. You and him talking with each other, you babbling and asking your plushie a lot of questions. "Isn't he cool? I mean, he's kinda scary, but he's... Nice! He gave us art stuff and cool haunted pizza!", you gasp, "This house must be haunted for sure... People were right! We must hunt these ghosts, [plushie name]!". Your voice is so excited that it can be heard from the next room. The silence being broken with childish joy, making Novak smile and imagine that maybe this house can be a little haunted, yes. But now, with a sort of very needed magic. The magic of a kid-hearted being. The magic of having you there.

QOTD: Which plushie friend would you bring to Novak's house? What is it? What's its name?