Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 1 - Found in Winter

A chilled shiver traveled up his spine. 

The harsh winter storm had long since taken hold on the town surrounding him. His footsteps were uneven, shivering and stumbling quite often. The man's form couldn't be seen through the storm very well, like a fluttering image, constantly under the threat of disappearing into the white backdrop to never be found again. Snowflakes pelted against him like bullets, causing his trembling body to finally give in and fall against the snow.

Cold. So cold. He wasn't going to survive this winter, was he? Each winter got progressively worse in this town, and he had nowhere to go. He shouldn't have left that large tree with the hole in it for the warmth cover provided, but he was hungry. So hungry. And had to get food.

Blood stained the snow from his hands as he barely managed to push himself up, before they gave below him from exhaustion and left him to fall into that lush white pile once more. Not his blood. His victims. Now, though, he was going to die just like they had. Not from starvation, like he always had assumed, no; from the pressing, chilling air around him.

He pulled his black hoodie closer, only able to lay and try not to pass out right there. Much longer out here, and he doubted he'd last.

Brown hair swept across his vision from the fierce wind, like a curtain dragging back and forth to reveal a new sight with each swish. His grey trembling hands. Blue jeans caked in snow, fabric frozen solid. A car with it's lights on and door open.

A car?

Then someone was standing above him.

He gasped, eyes darting up to stare at them. Someone short. Wearing a blue hoodie and basketball shorts, despite the weather. He tilted his skull to the side, not even giving a slight shiver. A monster.

"G-Go away..." He managed to say, sharp teeth clattering.

"Bud, you need'a come into the car, you're freezing to death," The skeleton said, watching him shiver and shake.

"You don't... you wouldn't if..." He felt tears roll down his grey cheeks, gasping for breath despite the amount of air pressing against his body.

"I know what you are, and that's okay. You're always a person first and foremost, before anything else." The skeleton crouched down, and outheld a single hand. "You're scared, I get it. But you deserve a chance. Come with me."

The man stared for a moment. The hand wasn't forced, it was tilted, soft, much like the skeletons expression. Despite the weather that seemed to knock around the fleshy person, the skeleton didn't even flinch.

"It's okay," He said quietly, eye sockets looking at him ever so carefully. "You'll be okay."

He barely managed to reach a shaking hand out to accept the offer.

The walk to his car was a blur, as was half of the car ride. When he finally managed to gain a clear head again, a pink blanket was thrown over his body, and the cars heat was pressing up around him, slowly rising in temperature. The skeleton was reaching over as he drove, slowly cranking up the heat as to not overwhelm his body and send it into shock.

"If yer wondering how I didn't freeze outside, skeletons are immune to cold," He explained to the man. Wheels slowly rotating through the growing pile of snow, careful not to rise to a dangerous speed.

He nodded, looking at himself in the mirror. Black eyes. He hated those tar filled eyes. Hidden below a head of messy brown hair, those eyes taunted him.

"Why did you... I'm not normal, look at me, you shouldn't have saved me," He said quietly.

"Dude, I dunno what's up with all of you CreepyPasta, but looks just don't matter. Think about it. Anyone can kill, looks don't have any say in it. And..." He glanced over, "Yer kinda cute. In a weird way, if that makes sense."