Pure of Mind and Sharp of Knife (Male Reader x Female Creepypasta)

An Eye For An Eye

A dream. This is a dream, right? I stare at the mansion in front of me, my mouth agape. Am I actually back? I walk up to the front door and grab the handle, my arm shaking. I can't contain my fear – the fear that it's all a lie. A part of me already knows that this is a dream, but the fact that I've returned in one way or another has me smiling ear to ear.

Pushing the doors open, my eyes glimmer at the familiar sight of the grand staircase curling up the wall to the banister of the second floor. I run into the living room ahead. Slenda is somewhere. Jane is somewhere. Everyone is here, I just need to find them!

"Everyone, I'm home!" I grin and peek my head to the kitchen, all hope within me breaking at an anomalous sight.

Stripes turns around in her chair and smiles, "Welcome back, (Y/N)!"

Kagekao leans her head from behind Stripes and waves to me. Frowning, I ignore them and walk to Slenda's office. Knew it was too good to be true. I was right to think it was a dream. I don't knock before entering the office.

Zalga sits in Slenda's chair, conscious of the implications of this dream, "Welcome home, (Y/N)."

"Your nightmares are losing their touch," I hiss, standing in the doorway, "I came in lucid."

She tilts her head, "The constant question of reality is the true nightmare, (Y/N). You could wake from one nightmare and into the next if I wanted to drive you to the brink of insanity. I could go a step further and create memories for you on the spot... and you would never know you were dreaming."

I narrow my eyes, "You're fucking vile."

Zalga stands up from her chair and leans on the desk, "Every devil was once an angel. Just look at yourself: a boy who never believed life could get better has now found himself in a living hell between two warring demons. If you join me, you can end that hell in a day. The suffering would abate."

"And then the true hell would begin," I finish, "Slenda will smother your fire and things will go back to normal."

"Keep lying to yourself if that makes you less afraid," Zalga snarls as my eyes open to the light of day.

I squint at the morning light reflecting into my room off of the snow outside. Zalga's words literally echo in my ears. She still won't give up. Then again, it might be good that she doesn't. If she did, her next choice would be tormenting me in ways I can't even begin to imagine.

The Rake puts on a shit-eating grin in front of my door, "Rise and shine, filthy swine."

"I'd plant a knife right between those ugly eyes of yours if I had one on me," I growl and sit up.

It covers its face and chuckles, "Oh, so scary!"

Sliding out of bed, I walk over to the bathroom and flick on the lights. I take off my clothes, relieved that I won't have to bathe in another freezing mountain stream. In the hot water, I begin to appreciate the location chosen for the castle.

Zalga selected this place with war on the mind. With a mountain behind the castle, the Proxies only have three angles of attack where Zalga can concentrate even more Dregs than she could if there were four sides. Then again, maybe that's a weakness.

A lightbulb flicks on in my head. An invasion from the mountain isn't impossible if it was only done with one or two people. Hm, maybe not? Slenda would have thought of that plan beforehand. Is that why she was so intent on training me for stealth missions?

That must be it. Slenda's not stupid; she wouldn't throw all of her Proxies into the front of the castle; she'd send one or two over the walls on the mountain's side if she wanted to rescue me. Would sending more of her Proxies into the hornet's nest to rescue one person be worth it? It isn't, which is why I can understand her lack of action. In fact, it's probably best. I can find a way out of here on my own. Situations like these are what Rouge trained me for.