Creepypasta x Female Reader

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The flavor melts perfectly on my tongue, I've never tasted anything like this before...It's delicious!

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It's been two days since the day my parents left which means they're back and I've eaten both jars of eyeballs since they left. "(Y/N), GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!", "Yes sir!". I run down stairs, "Did you throw the apple that was on the table away?", "....".

"WELL?", "..I..yes..", I say while tapping my index finger and my thumb together behind my back. "DID I NOT TELL YOU TO EAT YOUR EYEBALLS IF YOU GET HUNGRY?!", "Y-you did.". "CAN YOU NOT READ OR ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS DISOBEDIENT?!".

"....", "GO UPSTAIRS AND EAT YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS!", "I ate them already.", "EVEN BETTER, NOW YOU CAN GO UP STAIRS AND STARVE!", "....", "GO UP STAIRS YOU IDIOT!".

"...you...YOU ARE SUCH BAD PARENTS, THE WAY YOU TREAT ME IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS, WHAT FUCKED UP KIND OF PARENTS WOULD SIT HERE AND FEED THEIR CHILD EYEBALLS?!", I yell back.

"DON'T YELL AT ME YOU FUCKING SCREW UP, GO.TO.YOUR.ROOM, BEFORE I SMACK THE EYEBALLS OUT OF YOU!". "...", "GO UP STAIRS!". I stomp up the stairs and as soon as I reach the top of the stair case I'm hit with glass, most of the pieces landing in my eyes from the glass breaking.

"TAKE THAT YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCK, YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING OUR ASSES OFF AND YOU JUST DISOBEY US!", my mother yells as I scratch and claw at my eyes while screaming. I feel something hit my stomach and I roll down the stairs like tumble weed, now laying against something flat and hard, assuming it's a wall. I can feel the blood and tears run down my face from my eyes, the pain is excruciating.

Neither of my parents came to help me, no one knocked on the door after hearing my screams, I heard no sirens, it felt like not a single person in the world cared. My eyes are still in indescribable pain, eventually I just...lost consciousness.

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I regain consciousness and look around, I see blood all over my hands and on my clothes. Standing up and walking to my room in confusion isn't something I thought I would be doing after feeling like I was dying.

I stop in front of my door, something feels off...I...I...shouldn't I have died from blood loss? I turn around and walk to the bathroom, I wash all the blood off my hands then wash my face. I look in the mirror and start to shake, I had just washed my face but yet...blood.

Blood stained my face in the form of tears, my eyes...my eyes...their...gone. I have no eyes...I...I..how...how can I see...I...I think to myself(what a wonderful world, sorry I couldn't help myself)....am I still alive...there's no way.

If I still had my eyes, they would be popping out of my head in shock right now, but I didn't. When looking in my "eyes", nothing could be seen but darkness, I walk to my room shakily. Standing outside my door I take in a fact that I had been ignoring.

I open my door and look through my closet.

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I packed a bag and changed into a (F/C) hoodie, black ripped jeans, and (whatever shoes you want).

The bag consists of-

-Bottled water

-A jar full of water for e̵̛̯̭̺̹̰̔̒̌̉͊̂͋͘͜͠y̸͕̓̀̄̃̌̕ȩ̵̛̛̈́̀̊͊̈́b̴̪͇̚a̵͉͙͎͐̆̈̿ḹ̸̻͓̳̯̣̲̮͓̈͛͐̀̕͝͠ͅl̶̹̞̰̽̍͊͑͗ş̸̖̓͌̎̋

-A black hoodie

-Night shorts

-Two lighters

-Two knives

-Shades

-A wallet

-My sketch book

-First aid kit

-Gloves

-Phone

-Portable charger & cable

I grab a mask that I had made not to long ago, it was a very wide poorly stitched smile, I could see the teeth of the mask through the stitching. There were eye holes where I would've been able to see my eyes in the mirror but since I don't have any it made it look creepier.

I put my mask on then open my door and walk down stairs, I checked the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, and the down stairs bathroom. The only place I hadn't checked was my ass hat parents' room.

I grabbed a knife for self defense....no....not self defense....they did this to me....it's all their fault. I slowly open their door, peeking inside I see both of them naked, I gagged in disgust. While I was unconscious and bleeding all over the place they were having sex?

That's sick, BLEGH(I just wanted to let you know that when i type that she isn't throwing up. She's sticking her tongue out in disgust, but when I type bleh~, she's just sticking her tongue out...kinda like a child <or the Hitachiin twins....although they don't make it look any less childish...>), I step in their room and tighten my grip on the knife.

I reach my mother's side first...the one who hit me with glass. I hold the knife above her throat...and slice, blood falls down her neck and to the bed. Her eyes were wide open now, she couldn't breath and was struggling...the pain she's in...is satisfying.

She stopped moving and her eyes stayed on me, not a single blink. I walked over to my father's side, I wrap my hand around his throat almost immediately waking him up.

He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. I tighten my grip and so does he, it's gonna leave a bruise...but I don't care. His grip loosens and by now his face is a faint dark purple. His hand drops back down to side. I quickly snatch both of their eyes putting three of them in the jar full of water and happily eating the fourth.

I grab a lighter that was on their coffee table and light the corner of the sheets on fire. It starts out slowly and I just watch it. It picks up the pace and makes it's way to the pillows.

I figured that this was the easiest way to get rid of all the evidence.

I walked out of their room and lit some other things on fire just in case the flames in the room didn't do enough damage. Walking through the back door and turning around to admire my masterpiece.

After watching for a bit I look around. I couldn't run to my neighbors for "help" because eventually they'll probably find me suspicious. With that in mind I dash towards the woods.

Sanity?

95

Words?

1000