Blacklight (An Interactive Creepypasta x reader)

Chapter 1: Glass

Silica Sand:

granular material that contains quartz and minute amounts of coal, clay and other minerals used in the making of glass

3rd POV:

It's been about 2 months since the initial 'encounter'. Y/N has received an array of gifts, flowers, baked goods, chocolates, love letters, even small pieces of jewelry. She often took the presents, I'll be it with a bit of hesitance. 

Y/N POV:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Ugh..." I groaned reaching for my phone. I stopped my alarm and checked the time.

 8:30. 

That isn't a terrible time for a Saturday, but considering I try to wake up around 6 AM, it was bad. After 5, maybe 6 minutes of laying in bed I had managed to throw the sheets off of my body and lower my feet to the ground. Shifting to my feet, pushing against the bed, I felt a sting. The sore but bearable feeling in my ankles. I winced a bit but shuffled over to my window, opening it to let in the cool winter air. Next, I moved into the bathroom. I turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on my face. A small shiver went down my spine. I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and dried the streams of water from my face. After that, I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed my vitamins, and the other meds I had to take that morning. I took a paper cup from the stack on the counter and filled it with tap water. 

After taking my medications I looked in the mirror. Hah! I look like I was hit by a bus! I thought to myself. If anyone else was there all they would hear was a quiet chuckle. I walked to the shower, turning it on listening to the water patter against the tile wall. I once again made my way to my bedroom, pulling an f/c long sleeve shirt, black leggings, and some undergarments from the dresser. Walking back to the bathroom, groaning at my repetitive movements. 

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I felt semi-productive today, plus I had to go outside in the cold, so I decided to dry my hair. Pulling out my hairdryer I moved a strand of my vanilla-scented hair off of my forehead. I plugged in the machine and sighed before flipping the switch, turning it on. 

I'm not a fan of loud noises, they freak me out. I get all shaky when I'm around them, but if I wanted dry hair I had to deal with it. I shut my eyes for a moment before holding the hairdryer closer to my head. I let the warm air blow on my scalp for a few minutes, spartically moving it around my head. Eventually I moved down to the rest of my hair, supporting it with my hand. I felt the air being blown on to my hand, nearly getting to hot to handle. 

Soon enough my hair was reduced to what I would call "slightly damp". I made my way into the kitchen. I paused wen I saw a box on the counter. I avoided it for a moment, more focused on making my morning tea.

I filled a kettle with tap water and placed it on the stove. Moving from the stove, I walked towards the small box. I saw a note next to it.

From your secret admirers~

"What I surprise!" I said sarcastically, laughed to myself quietly. What could it be this time? It seemed like a jewelry box. I reached for it and grabbed the top, about to open it.

eeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"Alright, alright! I'm coming!" I walked towards the stove, removing the kettle and pouring it into a mug. I placed the tea bag in the mug and walked back to the counter. "Now." I picked up the box and opened it. 

Inside was a necklace. It was a glass heart. A beautiful crimson red that drew you in. The chain was silver and felt nice against the skin of your thumb. "It's beautiful..." I muttered. I held the box and my mug in hand and made my way to the coffee table. I sat on the sofa and took a sip of my tea.

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I checked the time again. It was 10:00. The library's been open for 30 minutes... I should probably go study. God knows how distracted I'll get here. 

I began to pack up my backpack. I made my way around the apartment. I picked up a couple of notebooks, my laptop, two of my binders, my phone, and a few pens. I walked over to my closet, grabbing my wool trench coat. I draped it over my body. I knew I left my scarf by the door with my keys. I walked out of my room and saw the necklace shimmer on the coffee table. I looked at it. "Nah." I got closer to the door, putting my keys in my bag. I was about to wrap my scarf around my neck when I took another glace...

"Well..."

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Should Y/N wear the necklace?

A- Wear it          B- Leave it