Curiosity ( creepypasta x modern reader )

11: The Meeting

! This story will have blood, gore, cussing, and violence in general !

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Going upstairs I put down my bag before quickly looking through the objects in Karissa's room for anything small and easy to hide but could be used as a weapon if needed. Sadly all I could find was an old pocket knife that she'd bought a few years back for a camping trip, such a fond memory. Slipping it into my shoe I chose to sit on the bed and relax while I can. Watching me Karissa began to also look for anything that could be of use later. Going through her drawers she pulled out a small flashlight and a lighter. " Could these be of use " " Yeah if we run into problems we might need those " putting them in her hoodie pocket she chose to also sit down and relax for the time being.

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After a long wait it was finally time to leave for the meeting. Following Bloody Painter out of the house he guided us down a few blocks where we soon found ourselves in front of a forest. Now that I think about it I don't think it was there before but I could be wrong, I wasn't really the type to adventure around the neighborhood even at a young age.
Walking into the forest I did my best to keep track of which direction the outer part of the forest was. Looking around I could see that the forest looked much different than the forests we usually had in the area. The forests around here were usually made of large groups of maple and oak trees while this one was made mainly of pine trees it was truly off putting. Keeping my eyes to the front I chose to find some comfort in Karissa. Reaching out for Karissa's hand she soon after intertwined hers with mine. As we continued on through the wooded area it seemed as though the trees slowly rose to become as tall as sky scrapers, covering all sunlight that tried to seep through. A fog began to roll in causing it to be hard to see into the distance. It truly amazes me the amount of skill Bloody Painter must have to be able to figure out which direction we had to go.

After a few more minutes of silent walking the trees opened up to a clearing and in the center stood the all too familiar creature. Sucking in a breath of air I followed Bloody Painter towards The Operator.

Stopping in front of The Operator we stood there, static rooting around in the back of our minds. My hold on Karissa tightening as I looked up to The Operators face. The Operator kept eye contact, well face contact with me before turning his head to Bloody painter. Bloody Painter nodded seeming to understand something not conversed on the outside but inside his mind. Turning to us he finally spoke "The Operator seems to be unable to you through your mind so I will speaking on his behalf" nodding at Bloody Painters statement he spoke again " He would like to ask how you came to acquire knowledge of his existence?" staring at Bloody Painters mask I couldn't help but be puzzled by his question. Did he not worry about the fact of me knowing about Tim and Brian's history with Him, did he even know I knew that? Plus why couldn't He speak with me using his powers. Did they not work on me since I originally came from a parallel dimension, does him speaking through the mind mean that he can't speak verbally?

" I acquired my information through the web, I'd originally at that time been looking for scary stories or myth's since at the time I'd very much enjoyed the thrill and adrenaline rush certain stories gave me. After digging through multiple websites and social media I'd found for example, Marble Hornets or a murder case where a Mother killed her son and was found speaking hysterically of the murder being done by a clown" looking from them to Karissa I could see the dumbstruck look on her face, you could see on her face that she absolutely denied the fact that all of this could've happened just because of a few videos and articles. To be honest I wouldn't have believed it either if I were in her place, but here we are.

Looking back to Bloody Painter and The Operator they both once again turned back to us after having another conversation " He would like to make an offer" " Okay what's the offer?" "He would like to invite you to dinner at his mansion tomorrow night, if you accept then tomorrow I will meeting up with you the same way as today and will lead the way to his accommodation. If not then He asks that you do not speak of His or His companions existences with anyone in the future, this will be something that will not change even if you do accept the invitation. Not accepting that condition may lead to the death of anyone in close relation to you, including people of the same family roots or people you've contacted recently" these words did not phase me, the only people I really was worried about were Karissa, her mother, and my mother. The people in my family never really contacted us in the first place and I didn't really have a lot of friends at school so there wasn't much to be scared of loosing. "We accept your proposal sir, we will meet you tomorrow. I hope that the rest of your day runs smoothly" turning away from Bloody Painter I bowed to the tall man, Karissa slowly following my example before we both stood up The Operator nodding in acknowledgement of our actions before turning back to Bloody Painter. Turning from him back to BP he once again turned away from Slenderman before walking back towards the way we came from " Since this meeting is over I will lead you back home" with that Bloody Painter began walking forward leaving me and Karissa to follow behind him.

Turning back to The Operator one last time I nodded before rushing after Bloody Painter, Karissa already right behind him.

Blooper

(Bloody Painter): *Stops walking*

(Y/n & Karissa): *Stops as well*

(Bloody Painter): "Wait where am I going again"

(Y/n & Karissa): *Judging stares*

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(Karissa): He's just standing there"

(Slenderman): *Staring at her from the field*

(Karissa): "MENACINGLY!"

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(Bloody Painter): *Casually chilling on the sofa*

(Bloody Painters mind): "Is this a bad time to ask where the bathroom is?"