oops! -a creepypasta X reader textfic/Fanfic

four killers in a room BITCHING (whee)

As Y/N Sat at the table, for once, no eyes were on her. No eyes. Sockets maybe. Sockets of, let's say, the person who may have come close to killing her?? Past that, though, nobody watched her as she held her head in her hands, shaking and tears forming in her eyes. She had tried to be tough, but the pain in her neck had been so, so painful.

She pulled out her phone, resorting in the one thing she knew to do at this moment.

-chaotic bitch is online. Ok bye!-

chaotic bitch:
I think I'm dying.
Somebody explain to me how the FUCK you see holding a knife to somebody's throat as a formal greeting?!

-obsessedbitch is online.ok bye!-

Obsessedbitch:
We're murders. I don't know what you expected?

Chaotic bitch:
Are you glued to your phone or something?

Obsessedbitch:
whatever.
-obsessedbitch has left.-

Y/N put her phone back into her pocket without bothering to exit the app and dropped her head on the table. She should just find BEN, and ask him to take her home. She obviously wasn't fitting in right here, and as much as she hated to admit it, masky was right. They were murderers, not normal human beings. One wrong turn and she would never eat a waffle again.

(Change of POV)
These people didn't want you. They were just keeping up the act so you wouldn't tell on them. They invited you here to finally get their hands on you. And you know what? That's fine. Let them. Not even your own parents wanted you. They would leave for a business trip so often, you knew how to cook by the age of 4. They took your sibilings everywhere, and left you. They would say it was because you were mature, responsible, the favorite. They could trust you. But why would the leave the favorite behind?

You looked around at the people around you, there were so many different...things. a monochrome clown with arms a bit too long, Jeff, who of witch you don't even have to describe to know he's wierd. The yellowish-orangeblob coming towards you. Wait.. what?

-with masky-

Masky followed the blood trail. The tiny drips that weren't unusual in this house, that seemed so out of place now. Who is the one person that they had a reason to kill? Who was petty enough to get themselves killed?
Y/N.

Masky started walking faster and faster until he got to the kitchen. Hopefully it wasn't too late. He peeked through the opening as his eyes widened to hers, who were half closed as if she was about to pass out.

"Y/N!" he yelled, rushing to her side. "Uhm-just-dont die okay? I-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence, getting cut off by her standing up. "I thought you wanted them to kill me, huh? W-what does it matter now? I'm right here.in a kitchen full of steak knives. Just grab one and put it through my heart, it's that easy-"

Masky was, to say the least, surprised at this random outburst. Y/N had always been open but also seemed so..confident. never suicidal. He just stared at her, his hidden eyes wide. "what the fuck?!" He yelled at her. "I just want to help! God knows who would ever bother even speaking to me again if I don't!"

"Well obviously you don't care about what others think,so-" Y/N yelled back, just as loud. But masky was not about to get his argument topped by an innocent being."says who?! You hardly FUCKING know me, Y/N! I don't think a single person does anymore! Just let me help you-"

Y/N's eyes softened, and for a moment masky thought that maybe he had won.

Than she fell.

(Oh my god. Thank you to those who told me to continue. I want to give you guys long chapters, better chapters, and I'll work hard on giving that to you. I promise!!)