𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 {Mᴜʟᴛɪ-ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs} (COMPLETED)

𝑰𝒔 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆; 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆? (Jane Everlasting x mask!male!reader)

Hello my little constellations!
The first Creepypasta one shot in this book involves Jane The Killer and was requested by WonderlandsSiren.

Thanks for the request. I hope that this was what you were hoping for and that I met all your request requirements. (There wasn't much description on the plot or confession prompt, so this may end up being a little cliche)

(Image above does NOT belong to me! All credits to the original artist/s and owner/s!!)

🌱Dreary_October🌱
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Y/n's POV:

I hummed a soft tune to myself as I created tiny goblin-like creatures from the shadow from the sofa behind me (currently seated on the floor infront of it).

"Damnit!" BEN cursed followed by aggressive button smashing.

My eyes flickered up to the TV, seeing that his character was about to die again. For the thirtieth time in a row.

"Maybe you should take a break, BEN. Evaluate and such." I murmured, letting a shadow goblin balance on my fingertip.

"No."

I rolled my e/c eyes. It was worth a shot, but honestly, I don't know why I bothered to offer, knowing that would be his response.

"At least eat something, man. You've been going at it for hours now." Liu, who was reading beside me, spoke up.

BEN huffed,"Fine. I am kinda hungry anyways."

His eyes flickered at my own through the screen,"Hey N/n-"

"No."

"You didn't even let me finish my sentence."

"Because I already know what it is. You're gonna ask me to make you a sandwich," my gaze went back to the three goblins that snuggled into my lap,"and I'm not getting up right now."

"Come on!" He whined.

"Give me one good reason why I should make you a sandwich, BEN."

"If you make me a sandwich, I'll do your laundry for a month." He bribed, pausing his game and turning to face me.

I looked at him through my eyelashes,"You say it like I hate doing my laundry."

His tilted his head,"Don't you?"

"Unlike you, Jeff and LJ, I can take care of myself and do my own laundry."

"N/n~~" he whined, throwing himself into my lap, which caused the shadow goblins to disappear.

"OI! YOU-!"

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeee."

I sighed, grabbing my hair in frustration before pushed BEN off me and stood up.

"Fine! Fine! But you better leave me the fuck alone for he next month or I swear to Zalgo, I'll pull your guts out through your ass and hang you from the ceiling fan." I threatened before I spun on my heel and marched into the kitchen.

I don't remember exactly how I got here at the Creepypasta mansion. I mean, I do, but it's kind of a blur and I prefer to not think about it.

I've been here for at least two years now and I was a killer who mainly paired up with BEN, Jane or Liu.

I get on well with pretty much all the pastas in the mansion, especially Liu (I guess you could call him my best friend). But me and BEN, well, it really depends on the day and our moods.

He's like an annoying younger brother, if I had to describe him from my perspective.

I walked over to fridge, grabbing the cheese slices, lettuce and a tomato. I also grabbed the bread, a chopping board, a knife and a plate. I dropped the butter and mayonnaise, since BEN wasn't particularly fond of either.