Cursed Love (Mysterious Creepypasta) x Reader

Chapter 3

title: A game needs more then one player..

I walked home and placed my bag inside of the house. I Decided since my parents were still working, I could go to the park for a few hours, so I locked the door and went to the nearest park putting headphones on and listened to (F/p) (favorite playlist). A few hours passed and it was dark outside, I suddenly realised my parents should be home by now so I rushed home knowing they were already furious that I skipped school.

When I got to the house the door was wide open.

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y/n pov:

I Looked to see if I could see my parents car parked but nothing was there, just as I was walking back to the door I saw a figure jumping out of the window. I froze, after a few minutes of thinking I realised I needed to run inside to see what the figure took. I was surprised to only see that my bag was ripped apart, my stuff was all over the floor in the corridor, I walk into the kitchen and everything seemed fine, i decided to go back to my bag and pick up my stuff, i closed the door and locked it to make sure they don't come back.

I walked upstairs to my room but before i enterd i could see it was slightly open, 'Fuck-' I thought to my self. Opening it slowly.. I peek my head inside to quickly jump back, closing the door, 'N-n-no no no..' I didn't wanna go inside my room after seeing that, it was blood on the walls. It looked like they wrote something but I could barely take a look before I jumped back.

I ran down stairs picking up my phone, just when I did that I got a message, it was from mom. "Hey sweety, me and daddy will be late tonight, make sure the house is clean before we come home" This wasn't good at all, everytime my mom wrote this I knew she was at a bar with dad to drink their sorrows away, and probably do some.. inappropriate stuff. 'Not today! They must do it just today?! Fuck..' I looked around going to each window, making sure I closed them.

I ran upstairs to my room, I slowly opened it hoping i just imagined it but sadly i didn't imagine it, the whole wall had my drawings ripped apart laying on the ground in small pieces. 'Come on?! Was that so necessary?! Do they not respect that I spent over 8 hours on each drawing?!' I thought pressing my hand into a fist as tears slowly fell down my chin, forgetting there still was blood on the wall. My eyes widened when I actually read what the blood was saying, 'Helo y/n.. You made my friend really upset. Thank you but now this will get even worse.. For you of course'.

More tears falling down my chin, I felt paralyzed. 'What the heck do I do now?!' I took a pencil and my sketch book out. I drew what I saw on the wall, under the drawing I added a few lines to write on, like a diary. 'I was hoping for this to be a joke.. but it doesn't smell like paint, it smells.. like rust and a little rotten?'.

I walked to the bathroom just beside my room, I grabbed a bucket and filled it with water, I put some cleaning products in it and picked up a sponge. Carefully making my way back to my room, it wasn't new for me to clean up blood, since some bullies at school hit me sometimes. And dad as well, after nights mom and dad had been out at the bar I was often expecting him to hit me, it was a routine by now.

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Ticci Toby's pov:

"W-WHAT THE H-HELL BP?!" (Bloody Painter) BP looks at me with a grin, "What? don't want me to scare her for you?" His grin grew even wider. I shook my head "I was p-picked for this m-mission!" I said while walking towards him, twitching now and then.

"Calm down Toby, She seems to be a fun challenge for all of us. You must let us try a lil too", A guy with a blue mask covering his face said, you could hear a wide smile forming on his face as he knew it only made me even more mad, he sat in the sofa looking at the tv watching someone play video games "Oh s-shut t-the fuck u-up EJ!" (eyeless Jack). "Don't you guys think this would be more fun as a game?" I looked back behind EJ and saw a green elf boy sitting in front of the tv playing a game "n-no, n-not at a-all BEN" I said with the same grumpy voice, slightly darker. "I think it sounds fun" EJ said with no emotions in his voice, staring at the tv.

"I heard fun and game" A tall Clown looking figure appeared down the stairs, he has long black hair and a big swirly cone nose. He's got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks.

"Not y-you too LJ" (Laughing Jack). I said with an annoyed tone and frowned. LJ started laughing and nodded his head, "I think since slender said she was a hard kill we should all have the chance to try" His laughter continued straight after he finished his sentence. I really didn't like the idea, but there was no idea to even argue..

"Alright, But n-not all of us can p-play this ga-game, i'll pick a f-few who can join-n if they want t-to". They all nodded as more creatures came into the room.

"I'll pick Jane, Jeff, LJ, BEN, EJ, BP and of course me to play this game" They all nodded with a small grin or giggle, except EJ who's emotions were hard to read through the blue mask. Masky seemed pissed though. The dude with a white mask and orange hoodie walked towards me with a crowbar in his hand "Excuse you but can you tell me why I didn't get picked, you stupid broken CD player!?" I tumbled back but quickly grabbed my hatchet. "Because you would kill her way too fast so the game wouldn't end up being fun" I took a deep breath letting it out with "you freaky stalker!" I tried to dominate but my comment didn't seem to calm him down.

He lifted his crowbar and I flinched, I fell on the ground. As he was about to hit me but it stopped, I watched the person that stopped the crowbar from hitting me, it was EJ, "stop masky, no need to kill him. He answers your stuipid question now back off" Masky spitted beside me and just turned around walking up the stairs. I nodded at EJ as a thank you and quickly got up from the ground.

Maskys pov:

I turned my back and started walking away, oh he can't stop me from joining this game of theirs, for once they have a fun game going on and i can't fucking be in it.. I am gonna fucking win this game..

I walked to my room, walking inside I saw hoodie sitting on his bed. He looks over to me and tilts his head, "No I am NOT okay!"

I walk over to my bed throwing my crowbar beside it, I fall onto the bed with my face on my pillows, I hear his hand patting his bed, that usually means 'do you want to talk about it?'. I move my head facing hoodies side of the room, watching him still patting the bed with a tilted head. "Thank you hoodie but no need to talk about it, I know a better way for me to feel better" I grinned as I walked up from my bed out of the room.

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This one was a little more confusing to do? I was unsure if this was really the way I wanted the story to go, but i am to lazy to change it now XD hope you enjoyed this chapter see you next time! And i do love some feedback!

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