A new life Female Creepypastas x male scarred reader

Crazy? I was crazy once?

Slenda: I have been trying to get into Y/N's mind for the past five hours and I'll I'm getting is this!

Benny: that sounds like an issue.
Slenda: no kidding.
Ann: right.

Meanwhile

Y/N: crazy? I was crazy once, they locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. A rubber room with rubber rats. And rats make me crazy. crazy? I was crazy once, they locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. A rubber room with rubber rats. And rats make me crazy. crazy? I was crazy once, they locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. A rubber room with rubber rats. And rats make me crazy.
Cashier: sir, this is a Wendy's

Boop

Y/N: ho-ho! I can't say that one unless I want tentacles up where the sun don't shine!
Jess: dude, I'm starting to think you have issues.
Jane: you're thinking this now? The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he'd seen some shit.
Y/N: yeah, thanks to a certain someone.

You look at Jess while Tami shoves waffles down her throat.

Clockwork: Tami, I've been meaning to ask you, how the fuck do you not choke from shoving all those waffles down your gullet?
Y/N: you have a point Clockwork. Honestly, she reminds me of when I was seven when I ate everything in the fucking pantry, including the doors. My jaw still hurts.
Clockwork: I'm pretty sure mine would too. Replace doors with Y/N's dick and I'll be in business.
Tami (deadpan): I just like waffles okay? Y u bully?
Y/N:

Before you even left the room, you were tackled by Ann.
Ann:

Y/N:

Ann:

Y/N: Jess.
Jess: yes?
Y/N: I forgot to mention, when you fucking murdered my only living relatives alongside my dog, I developed severe depression, borderline insanity, crippling insomnia, I can only get five hours max. You also gave me so many mental issues that I manage to weaponise them to make myself a walking fucking nightmare. Y͜o̕u̵̡̢'͏̢̡r͞e̸ ́͢͡e̸͏̛x̨t͜͢͠r̶͏̡ę͢m͟e̷͢l̴y͞ ̴͟l̢͜u͞҉c̷͠k̵͞y̸̡͜ ̵́t̨̡h̵̛̀a͜͞҉t̷͜͝ ̨I̷͏́'͘͜͞m̷ ͢n͞o͘͘͡t͢͞ ̶̵a̢̛͝l̶̛l̶͘ó͜w̸͞ȩd҉̡͡ ̶͜t̕ơ ̛́͢m͟͏ú̢͝r͘͟d͏͏ȩr͠ ̶̡͝a͝n̸̸y͜͝o̴͢͞n̨e͝ ̵í̵͡n̸̴͡ ͝t̢͞h̕e̡ ̀͜͞m̨͘a̢̡n̡s̶͜͡i̷͜o̕n̢̕.̸ ̴̷͟B́͢҉e̶ć͝a̕͘͠u̡͡s̵e̡̧͠ ̕͠҉i͡͠f̢͢ ̶̢͞I̶̵ ̛͠w͏̨͝a̴̕͢s̨,͟ ̴́y͢o̢̡̨u͘'̸̢d̕͠ ͘͠b҉ȩ̷̵ ̵́̕a̕͏ ҉͝b҉̴l̡͘͢ǫ̛͢ó̧d̢͏̧y̧ ̴s̢̕͟t̶̛͘ą͟͝ì͞n͘ ̛o͢͡͞ǹ̛́ ̕͠ęv҉̛e̕͜ŗ͟y̨̡͘ ̧s҉̷i̵͢n͜͢͝g̛͞͝ĺ̡͡é͡ ̨͘p̡i̡̛e̷̢c͢͢e̛ ̸̵́o҉̧̛f̕͝ ̕ẁo̸̧o̶͜d͜͟.̴͜͡
Jess: oh no! Anyway.
Y/N: this bitch, this hyucking bitch.