Blacklight (An Interactive Creepypasta x reader)

Chapter 2: Books

Spontaneous:

coming or resulting from a natural impulse or tendency; without effort or premeditation; natural and unconstrained; unplanned

 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..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author POV:

The h/c made over to the box. She took it into her hands, she often didn't wear the jewelry she was gifted. She was worried someone like her boyfriend would see and start asking questions. 

Yes, she has a boyfriend. She avoided telling him. She thought this shit was harmless. In theory, it really isn't. They break into her house. Like, multiple people. That's... concerning. Although, Y/N wouldn't stop it. It piqued her interest. If something piques her interest, she lives for it. She knows it's wrong, but the word wrong means nothing if you don't know what right is.

"You know what? What does it matter?" She muttered, continuing the sentence in her head. Not like I'm gonna see anyone I know, there was some stupid party last night. She took the necklace from the box and held it in her hands. The y/h girl stared at it for a moment, taking in its simple yet beautiful state. She unclamped the chain before wrapping it around her neck. Shutting the clamp she looked at herself in the mirror by the door. 

She smiled and nodded to herself. Satisfied, she put on her white hightops and finally put the scarf around her neck. She opened the door, locking it behind her. She walked through the hall to the large heavy door. It leads to the stairs. Was she on the 6th floor? Yes. Did it make more sense to take the elevator? Yeah. The h/c's reasoning for this was those scenes in horror movies. You know, when they're running for their lives and they have to RUN down the stairs. Yeah, she loved those scenes. "Practice" that's her excuse for her irrationality.

She stood above looking down unto them. She slipped her earbuds into her ears and takes a deep breath. She grabbed onto the railing and heard You're Gonna Go Far Kid begin to echo in her ears.

She made her way down the stairs as fast as possible without tripping. She giggled a bit as her scarf flew behind her. That idiotic childlike wonder filled her. Little moments like this made her joyful. Running down staircases, getting her favorite drink at a coffee shop, reading an old classic. It was nice. 

Before she knew it, she was down the stairs, breathing a bit harshly. She smiled. She felt accomplished as she opened the door, stepping into the lobby. She waved to the woman at the front desk and stepped outside. Her s/c face was met with a cold, crisp breeze. There was a bit of a cold front coming through and it made Y/N ecstatic. 

The library was actually only a few blocks from her apartment and it wasn't dark outside or anything so she decided to walk. She weaved through small groups of people on the sidewalks. She hummed a song to herself in her sweet voice and smiled yet again when she saw the library come into view.

Y/N POV: 

I stepped inside, waving at one of the librarians I recognized. I saw the table I usually sat at and began to unbutton my coat. I walked over and draped it over the back of the chair. I set down my backpack and unwrapped my scarf, touching the necklace once it was uncovered. 

It made me really happy, you know? It is a bit strange considering it came from some people who broke into my apartment but, that made me happy too. It was like... bad and I get it but, it was so interesting. I didn't really care if they meant what they said, if this was just a sick joke. It caught my attention. Besides, it's already been like 2, 3 months. Am I dead yet? No. And as someone studying phycology, if they're leading me on as some form of torture, I salute them. Not like I have an immense fear of death. It's gonna happen at some point, why fear it?

I reflected on all of that while walking around the library, grabbing the different books I needed. Sure, there was a larger selection of these things at Stanford, but all their spots are crowded. I know a few people who come here because it's quieter, and they tend to live nearby. Once I had all the books in hand I went back to the table, setting them down. 

I placed my laptop on the table as well as a notebook and my pens. I had an essay to write, sure it was due in like... 2 weeks, but better early than late. I turned on my computer, pulling up some of the bookmarked articles. Scrolling through to find the important information. I wrote down small details from the text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few hours, I had few pages full of notes. I looked back at them checking over my handmade rubric. Oh shit! I forgot about this one! I thought looking at one of the bullet points. "I think I know the book for that..." I muttered, getting up from the chair. 

"No. No. No. No. This might work." I picked up the book and continued scanning the shelf. "Nope. Not that. No. No. Oh, these!" I said excitedly, still keeping my voice low. I had three large books in my arms, and I began walking. I took in the cover of the top book. The small graphics, designed to grab your attention and depict it from other books. Reading the title over and over, I didn't care to look up at the room around me. After a bit I stopped taking in the cover and just thought about the essay, my eyes still falling on the book.

I was walking, muscle memory controlling me when... 

BAM.

I was on the ground, my books on the floor beside me. "Oww.." I mumbled. "Sorry... I didn't mean to bump into you." An apologetic voice chuckled a bit. I looked up to see a man, somewhere around my age. He had messy brown hair and I couldn't tell his eye color because of the sunglasses he wore. He had an unzipped black hoodie with a grey shirt underneath, some dark blue jeans, and black converse.

 He held out a hand to help me get up.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Should Y/N take the man's hand?

A- Take his hand          B- Get up by herself

Dedicated to... well you know who you are *wink wink*