Creepy Girl

A Normal Day At Creepypasta

A/N This is all from Zoeys POV. I might do it in Jeffs or anyone else POV of you just tell me I should. Any what let's start.
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Here I am in Slendy's office, again. It's all the ass-hole BEN's fault. He's the one who broke the table! "Zoey, how many times do I have to tell you not to touch BEN's games?" He seemed frustrated. I thought about it for a bit. "Hummm 23?" He laughed at me for actually counting. "Yes 23. How many more times do I have to tell you?"
"Hummm 23?" I said being a smart ass. This time he glared at me. I know he had no eyes or face, but man, this guy scares all of us shitless. "Is that your answer for everything?" Just as I was about to answer Jeff busted the door down and ran in. "SLENDY! ZOEYS NOT HER- oh hi Zoey." I giggled at the random out burst from Jeff. He use to do this all the time when they were younger. Oh yeah, I should probably put my back story in here.

~back story~

Jeff and I have been friends for what seems like forever! Well, not really since I live forever. Him and I actually went to the same elementary school and Jr high school. We became friends in 1st grade, but you see, I wasn't always like this. Hell, my name wasn't even Zoey! But this was back when I was, oh what's that word, human. Just herring that word just makes my want to puke. Anyway, in first grade I was always bullied cause i didn't quite fit in. They picked on me for everything. Then one day, this kid came up when the bullies where making they're daily remarks. He said the most sweetest this ever! I can't recall what exactly he said but it was something like "you say something about her again you'll walk out with a bloody face." That was the day someone truly stood up for me. I was so happy. We were friends up until he left. That's when I began high school. Alone. The bullies soon came back and each day it got worse. The told me to stop eating. So I did. They told me to cut. So I did. I soon got a new nickname. I was known as that one chick no one liked. Soon it got worse. They started beating me up. One day, the slammed my head in to a mirror. My head bleed and bleed. They laughed. No one came to help. No one cared. They killed me. They killed me and laughed. Now you see why the word Human makes me wanna puke. Of course I took my revenge. I killed them. As a spirit of course. I finally had my closure, but I didn't get a door. I got a pit. I went down and made a deal with the devil. I traded my family, to become a s class demon. (If you didn't know s class is the highest and has the ability to love.) I was soon found by Slenderman. I was shaking and crying. By being a s class it means I still have a shred of human left in me, but I show no mercy to my victims.