?Fangirl? (Error x Reader)

He saw Everything

Shuddering, you slowly walked up to it, waking it. Its eyes shot open, and it immediately looked towards you.

Its dark eyes trained on you, completely focused. It didn't look away, not even for a split second, as you consumed its attention whole.

Suddenly, it turned around, grabbing the house keys in its jaws before dropping it in front of you, its knub of a tail wagging.

You happily accepted the key, petting the dogs head affectionately. You had known this animal for quite a long time, Rocca as she was called, and had managed to form a bond with her.

She bolted into her house, retrieving a stick, and dropped it at your feet. You knew she wanted to play a round or two of fetch, as was a part of the daily rut, so you complied.

"Alright Rocca, we can play fetch, but only two rounds today, alright?" You spoke, receiving a bark from the female.

You nodded, pulling your arm back before launching it forwards, sending the stick across the lawn.

Rocca bolted after it, not far behind, and had retrieved and returned it in no time. You repeated your actions once more, before having to put a hasty halt to the game and finally enter the house.

The house was pure white, white walls, white floor, white ceiling, and even white-stained windows that had a ghastly look to them. It was as if the owner of the house wanted to prove just how rich they were by being able to pay oodles of money per month simply to maintain the clean appearance.

The floor was made of marble, and was always kept waxed, by you of course. You were forced to wax them until one could see their own reflection on the floor, and walking without caution could cause one to slip and fall.

There were also red carpets that draped over the shiny flooring, as if the house owner were a stuck up celebrity. In actuality, they were just stuck up. That's it.

There was an intricate spiral staircase that lead up to the floor above; the second of five. And unfortunately, there was only one person who kept the entire house in good shape.

You.

"Y/N?!?! WHERE ARE YOU?!?! YOU'RE LATE!!!!" A voice screamed, sounding loud and shrill. It was your boss, the person you were on the phone with, and she was furious.

She was always furious.

She stomped down the stairs as if she weighed as much as an elephant, making so much noise that you were sure that everyone in a mile radius could hear her.

You couldn't see much, due to the fact that it was still dark out and no lights were turned on, but the blur of an object whizzing towards your head was clear.

You moved to block, but the lady grabbed your arm before you could do so, and a rolled-up newspaper smacked you right in the face.

You were yelled at for roughly 10 more minutes before receiving a hard slap on the forehead and knocked to the ground. The loud footsteps stomping away indicated that you had been left alone with your thoughts and physical pain, to which you let out a sigh.

Forcing a small smile, you muttered a single line under your breath. It was, unfortunately, true, as no sarcasm was present in your tone of voice as you spoke.