Blacklight (An Interactive Creepypasta x reader)

Chapter 5: Movies

Introvert:

to concentrate upon one's self

"So... what did you want to talk about?" I asked, thinking about the feeling of the glass against my bare skin, underneath my shirt. "Wellllll..." the way he stretched out the word well already had me wanting to run for the door. "There's a party tomorrow..." I butted in, surprised. "Wasn't there one yesterday?" he looked at me like I was an idiot. "Yeah, but not everyone went to that, plus that was like just Stanford kids!" I knew where he was going by now. "So you want me to go to a party with twice the people and probably twice the drugs?" Brayden seemed to completely ignore the drug commentary. "Yeah! Odette, it'll be a good experience, you never talk to anyone!" I was somewhat offended but I continued talking about this whole party concept. "I'm not gonna talk to a bunch of drunk frat boys." "It'll be fun!" I laughed. "If you think I'm going to find that fun you've got me mixed up with another girl!" He looked at me again, his brown eyes shimmering through his blonde bangs. "Please, Odette!"

Well... parties are a good way to meet new people...

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I juggled thoughts of going to this stupid party. I stared into his pleading eyes. You know what? Not like anyone has a say of if I stand in the corner. "Alright fine, but I'm stabbing you before I talk to anyone!" He chuckled and smiled at my response. 

"I love you!" I stood up and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The kiss didn't really mean much to me, actions like this have become more and more shallow as time has gone on. I guess the line "fake it till you make it" is what I live by at this point. Despite all this, I pulled away. "I love you too." I want it to work. I really do. He was the first guy that I really thought loved me, he took care of me, he felt worried about me. Everyone else just... it wasn't real. Now look at me, I'm the one faking it!

I looked at him for a moment wondering why we haven't broken up. "So, what do you want to do while I'm still here?" He thought for a moment. "There's a new horror movie out, I know you like them." There it is. The little things that he remembers. It pulls me in and makes me feel too bad to leave. "Sounds like a plan! You still have popcorn in the pantry?" I walked into the kitchen opening the cabinet. "On the left!" he said.

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The credits began to roll over a black screen with some mildly unsettling music playing through the speakers. "Pfft- That was so campy!" I laughed grabbing the last handful of popcorn. "Yeah, you're kinda right." I looked at the time. "I should get going-" "It's already dark outside Odette." I looked up from my phone and at the blonde. "Yeah, so I need to get home before I get murdered!" I joked. "Seriously. Just stay the night." 

I didn't need to be home or anything and Brayden was stubborn as hell so what was the point in protest. I sighed. "Alright, fine." I agreed, walking into his room to borrow one of his shirts to sleep in.

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I woke up feeling the morning light on my face. I opened my eyes, looking directly into the glow. I sat up from the couch groaning. My eyes were still adjusting to the light so I didn't feel the need to turn while looking for my phone. I reached out for it, knowing it was on Brayden's coffee table. Instead of feeling the plastic case of my phone, I was met with a small prick to my index finger.

I pulled my hand to my face, looking at my finger. A small bead of crimson liquid started to form on my fingertip. I put it to my lips tasting the iron in the blood. I finally turned my head to see what had caused the small wound. A single f/c rose. A small note tied to the stem with a black ribbon. 

From your secret admirers~

I picked up the flower, looking at the few small thorns, one of which caused my injury. Two in a row? They're getting antsy. I thought, internally chuckling at the comment. Passing the flower into my left hand I grabbed my phone. Checking the time I saw it was 7:30. If I'm going to this party I might as well get some stuff done. I walked towards the door to Brayden's bedroom. 

3rd POV:

The h/c walked towards her boyfriend's door slowly pushing it open. "Hey." she quietly spoke, earning a sleepy groan in response. "I'm gonna head out, text me the address." she said softly from the doorway. 

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The girl eyed the clock in her apartment. 6:30. The party starts at 8 and she needed to get ready so she made her way into her closet. After a few minutes, she had come up with three different outfits

Outfit 1:

Outfit 2:

Outfit 3:

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Which outfit should Odette wear?

A- Outfit 1          B- Outfit 2          C- Outfit 3