(Don't) Go To Sleep

Boredom

Okay, so the whole shed thing seemed like a lot of effort so I had given in on that but now I was incredibly bored. I could always go and find Jeff, or I could go and find someone to mutilate and that seemed like a much more fun option. I'd wait until dark before I found some new victims. Everything seemed so much more scary in the dark and I can turn people's nightmares into reality. That was my skill. I hadn't realized it before but now it was obvious. I smirked to myself, I loved my life.

Night had fallen and I was ready for my next kill. I had picked out a random house that looked easy to break in to. I stood in the back garden, disguised by my new found friend, the darkness, and waited until the last light in the house was out before I began. I could tell this was going to be fun. I grabbed a pillow off the garden swing and a large looking rock from the rockery and approached the back door. I knew that doing this wouldn't completely silence my break in as the glass would only fall and make noise but it'd buy me some time. I put the pillow up against the window and with all my arm strength slammed the rock into the center of the pillow. The glass shattered. No sound came for a few seconds until the shattered shards of glass fell to the floor. It was quieter than I had hoped thankfully but could've still been loud enough to wake whoever lived here. I waited a second; no noise, no movement. I grinned and dropped the rock and pillow on the floor outside. I brushed the loose glass left in the frame away, pulled myself up through the window and dropped silently into the house. This was way too easy already and for some reason, unease settled into my stomach. No. I was the only one here to be scared of. I walked silently out of the kitchen and to the bottom of the hallway stairs, blending with the shadows. I looked at the wall which had family pictures on them, as you walked further up the stairs, the pictures got newer. The final picture was probably taken last Christmas actually. In the pictures were two sisters, one teenager with long blonde hair who looked considerably older than she probably was, and a younger sister holding her hand. Behind them were their mum and dad I guessed and, oh no, they had a dog. It could hear me and start barking. That'd ruin everything. I'd have to check downstairs for it first. It was a pretty big dog too. Great. I went back downstairs to check around for this dog. It looked like a golden retriever in the photo. I turned the corner into the living room and my heart leaped. It was stood there menacingly. It was growling quietly and then I panicked and it opened it's jaws to bark. The unease grew as I saw it's teeth. This dog could hurt me easily. I honestly thought the dog was going to bark and wake everyone up, that would make this hard and I'd probably have to run back out but then something small and yellow collided with the dog. It whimpered and fell to the ground, red spreading along it's coat. It was dead, but how? I spotted the thing that'd helped me but it darted to another part of the room. I spun around trying to find it again but as I did, it came for me too. The last thing I saw before being forced onto the floor was a fuzzy yellow ball. I landed on my back and the impact sent me dizzy, the ceiling spinning, then I saw whatever had attacked me and the dog. It was Pikachu. 'Oh. My. God,' I whispered, sitting up. Pikachu was sat on my knee. He looked up at me and smiled, 'Pika,' he said before giving me a hug. I don't think I had ever been as confused in my life. 'You are a pasta?' I asked. It was a stupid question because I looked properly I saw his eyes, pure black with red dots for pupils. It's teeth were razor sharp and it's mouth was dripping with blood. I calmed down and thought about it. If Ben, who I presumed existed and was with Sally and the Rake and Slenderman in the pasta mansion, was out of a video game, then why couldn't pokemon exist. I was sure there'd be a reason Pikachu left the game. I hugged Pikachu back and asked, 'Something pretty bad must've happened to you huh?' Pikachu's expression dropped into sadness. He nodded. I hugged him tighter, 'Don't worry, you can stay with me if you want.' Pikachu looked up at me happily and little sparks or electricity made his cheeks glow. 'Wanna help me?' I asked, feeling better now I had a new friend. Pikachu nodded and gratefully climbed on to my shoulder. I took one last look at the dog, laughed quietly and walked back upstairs. I had an idea. One bedroom door was slightly open and inside the room was the youngest sister sleeping quietly. I gently shut the door and whispered to Pikachu, telling him to guard the door. I had a better idea than killing her. Next I rummaged around for some rope and once I had found some, I found the parent's room and headed in, asking Pikachu to help me. We tied them both to the bed so they couldn't run away and Pikachu went back to guard the little girl. Then I went into the last bedroom with my knife ready to kill. I grabbed the teenager by her hair and dragged her out of bed. It took her a while to process but when she realized what was happening, she started kicking around and trying to slap me. She kept trying to stand but failing as I dragged her to her parents room and turned the light on. I think Pikachu was blocking the door keeping the little girl inside her room because I couldn't see him but I could her a little girl sobbing. The parents were awake and wide eyed, trying to figure out what was going on. When they saw me drag their daughter in, my knife at her throat, the mother cried out in horror. 'What do you want? You can have it, all of it, just please don't hurt my children,' the mother pleaded. I sighed and smiled at her, 'You don't get it do you,' I pushed the edge of the blade deeper into the girl's neck and a tiny bit of blood began to run from the shallow wound and she whimpered. I rolled my eyes at her, 'Oh shut up,' I said, 'It's a tiny bit of blood.' I took the knife and cut a long deep gash into my arm. 'See, I'm not crying like a little girl am I?' The girl went still. 'For god's sake it's a tiny bit of blood, look,' I shoved her onto the floor and wiped some blood, which was flowing freely, off my arm and in her hair. She screamed. 'Suits you,' I smirked, 'Here you have a go,' I said and quickly brought the knife across her throat. A mini waterfall of blood began to flow from her throat and both parents wailed in despair. I laughed at the pain I was causing these people. No amount of pain I could inflict on anyone would be more painful than what Jeff had done to me. Both parents were sobbing and yelling. I ignored them. The girl, who was now covered in both her own and my blood tried grabbing at her throat to stop the blood. There was no way she'd survive this. Once she realized that she was going to die she began to panic. I don't know why people panicked when they knew they were going to die. I'd die quite happily quite frankly. She tried to stand up but her hands were slick with blood and collapsed on the floor, her leg snapped and she laid on the floor, leg bent at a abnormal angle and started to breathe heavily, desperately. I didn't bother with her after that. I looked at the parents who were both now yelling insults at me but I didn't really listen, or care. I took my knife to the dad first and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. His blood sprayed everywhere, decorating the walls and showering his wife. Imagine being covered in the blood of the person who you loved most. I wouldn't know because the only person who I'd ever loved I now hated so in all fairness, I think I'd enjoy it. I looked at the mum who was screaming in anguish. I wouldn't kill her. If she lived through the trauma she'd probably end up killing herself. If not, she'd probably get that worked up that she'd have a heart attack. I wiped my bloody hands on my dress and went to look for a needle and thread. I needed to shut that stupid woman up, I could feel a headache coming. I rubbed my forehead and stepped over the teenager's body to go and find some things.

I returned about ten minutes later to the woman who had began to hyperventilate. With my I had a needle and thread and a hammer. The little girl, who I had nearly forgotten about was giggling now. Good, Pikachu had distracted her. I had to work fast now because someone who will have heard the screams with have probably called the police. I stood over the mum who cowered silently. 'So, here's how this works, you keep quiet and still while I... fix you... and every time you make a sound I will break one of your pathetic unworthy bones. Yes?' She nodded. Her face was colourless except from the blood splatters. I begun to stitch her lips together and once I had finished, I looked at my artwork. It was kind of messy and there was more blood everywhere. Perfect. I walked back around to the dead husband and slammed the hammer into his skull. It crunched and pieces of brain and bone went everywhere. The woman started making odd sounds like someone was trying to suffocate her. I laughed and walked out but not before using blood to write a message on the walls. Jeff, you're next, it said. I knew I'd kill him the next time I saw him. I hated him. After using their shower and sorting out my dress, I was all clean again and after getting Pikachu and convincing the girl I was her friend. We did what we always did. We ran.