The Life We All Have (Creepypasta x Reader)

(Season 2) Episode Nine: Sherly and Hoodie 'Meet'!

 (WARNING: LOTS OF CURSING AND CHEESY FIGHT SCENE! NO EDIT!)

Episode Nine: Sherly and Hoodie ‘Meet’!

-Opening Two: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQl4I9egQ44 –

-Sherly’s POV-

        You groaned. “Ughhhh, what happened?” You clutched on your head; feels like you got hit with a billion bricks. Then realization struck you. God d*mmit, the alcohol.

        You try getting up, but only falling back down afterwards; throwing up. “Holy sh*t,” you huffed, “How much did I drink?” You stood up, this time holding on to the tree tru- wait a minute. You squinted, “Wait, I thought we were in a-“ You glanced around, but stop your sentence when you saw the car, all sh*tty looking and shtuff. Your eyes widened and quickly run to aid.

        “CARLY! (Y/N)!” You opened the door, avoiding poking any of the glass that could endanger you. “CARLY!” You yelled again, a large amount of worry in your voice. You didn’t see anyone in the vehicle. You did couldn’t find any of your friends, but you can’t assume they are dead; no dead body could be found.

        Remember…

        Oh h*ll no. Not this voice again.

        Remember this? Your parents weren’t in the car as the police said, but they only did that to not hurt your feelings.

        “Stop…”

        Carly…

        “Please…”

        (Y/N)…

        “No more…”

        What’s their names again? Carly, (Y/N) was it? Yeah… They’re both probably dead…

        “Stop…”

        Just.

        Like.

        Your.

        Parents.

        “ENOUGH, YOU B*STARD!”

        Silence stood at its place. The voice inside your head. You wanted to kill it, yet you couldn’t. Parents… Warm liquid ran down your face. A sound came out of your mouth. Laughter…

        “Hehehehe… Heeeheeehee… hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA….” Your laugh became uncontrollable, you began to roll around the dried leafy floor. At that moment, you felt like that one chip guy from an anime you watched that was laughing like a psychotic b*stard, you were at present time. You wiped your left eye, but stopped when you notice the color in your hand. Red?

        It was blood. You touched the right part of your eye. Transparent with a tint of blue, you assumed those were tears. Confusion struck you. You wiped both of your eyes, both with different arms. Right, being a huge stain of a darker color brown, being the tears staining your sweater. Left, having a darker than brown color, that was definitely blood.

        You shrugged it off and pretended like it was an everyday thing. In fact, you came to like it; tears of blood dripping down your left eye, and blue-clear tears falling down your right. Oh, how Death the Kid would not approve of that…

        You stood up and giggled manically, enough to hold the trees by you. Crack…

        Your ears perked up just like a dog would. You stopped giggling keeping a straight face, you got slightly concerned for the tears running down your face, for it won’t stop even if you wanted it to. But you continued listening to the movement around you.