Scissor (Creepypasta OC)

Chapter 6 - The Creepypasta Family

I wandered through the mansion doors, the bloodlust still heavy in my system and a light chuckle escaping my lips. I'd just returned from my killing spree, one of the most successful I'd ever done in fact! It was then that Ben crossed through the corridor, only to notice me staring straight back at him, smiling creepily. He returned my stare and a grin spread across his face and he yelled out into the room across the hall,

"Masky, Hoodie, fetch Jeff would ya?"

Within seconds, the pale faced killer was already making his way down the stairs, a pissed expression evident on his face. Ben glanced across at him and smirked as Jeff noticed me standing there giggling under my breath. I watched him glare at Ben before turning back to me and backing away slowly. Whenever I was like this, I should be avoided, but Ben always liked to mess with Jeff, so this is what he did.

I pulled the long, sharpened blades of the scissors out from my pocket and copied Bens smirk. He pulled his knife out from his hoodie and waited for me to come closer, whilst Masky, Hoodie and Ben watched intently from a corner. Jeff's hair had fallen over his face, covering his forehead and the top of his eyes, that gave me an idea. Maybe, just maybe, his hair was too long? I snipped the scissors at him tauntingly and laughed before continuing to speak,

"Maybe you need...a haircut...?"

A shocked expression fell over his face as he brushed his hair back into the hood of his jacket so I couldn't reach it. That gave me enough time to tackle him to the ground, pinning him to the floor, grinning widely, almost wider than his himself. Jeff growled at me and shoved me off him on to the floor beside me. Although, I was back on my feet in seconds.

He ran at me with his knife, holding it close to my neck, as I struggled. Instead of doing what he was expecting, I could feel my finger nails extending to the point were they were almost knives themselves, so I used them instead to strike his chest. When I was about to be hurt in some way, they did that, it was like some sort of self-defense mechanism.

Just as I pinned Jeff to the floor, Slendy walked in...well, slenderwalked in. I don't call him Dad, Slendy is fine! He titled his pale head in our direction, causing us to stop abruptly and stare up at him, still in an awkward postion. If he had facial features, they would not be impressed. It was only a few seconds before two long black tentacles wrapped around me and Jeff, pulling us up to our feet.

"JEFFERY WOODS! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD TO STOP DISTURBING SCISSOR?!"

The smirk on his face fell when he realised he was getting all the blame. I couldn't help it, I laughed almost as annoyingly as LJ. Literally, I almost died. This is the benefit of having Slenderman as your father!

"SLENDY!! She was ON TOP OF ME when you walked in!! WHY DO I GET THE BLAME?!"