oops! -a creepypasta X reader textfic/Fanfic

🤪🤪leg.of.lamb.

    
      One week over with.

       A lifelong to go.

       Y/N was curled up on her bed, the blanket pulled over her head as she lay there  tired yet restless.  She had made it through one week In this hellhole. This included jack staring at her with his creepy ass grin, Jeff and BEN making lame jokes, getting hit on by wierd people in the house that every girl she encountered complained about,  and so, so much more. Unfortunately, this all resulted in unwanted emotions and the waste of pills.
   
       In this time, however, she had managed to get closer to Tim and Brian. They were basically her life support at the moment, teaching her basic self defense and how to not be overly confident. "The best necessities of a killer," Brian had reminded her with a punch to the shoulder during one practice.
  
      Bored as she was, Y/N stood up and headed out her bedroom door in her sweatpants and hoodie. She dragged herself down the hall, taking her hair down not really caring how she appeared at the moment. She knew nobody was ever actually walking around their floor anyway.
 
       Without much thought and no more than two lazy knocks, Y/N threw open Tim's door and flopped down on his bed, looking over at an annoyed Tim and Brian who were huddled over Tim's desk doing research. "Hi~" she waved innocently and mockingly.

      Tim just shook his head and looked back at the papers sprawled out before him, moving them around as if trying to figure something out. He shook his head, frustrated, and threw the papers off the desk with an angry grunt. "Dammit!' Y/N just raised an eyebrow, hoodie groaning and rolling his eyes. "Dude, if you're going to keep doing that, might as well just tear them in half."

      Y/N walked over, resting an arm on Tim's shoulder and looked at the papers on the floor curiously. A bunch of random drawings littered the ground, coloring pages of cartoons that looked like a toddler scribbled in them everywhere. "What're you doing, nerd? Can't color in the lines?" Tim swatted her arm away and shook his head. "These damned drawings are appearing everywhere!" Y/N rolled her eyes and put her arm back in it's spot.

       Hoodie did the same on the other arm, biting his lip. "We're worried somebody knows we're here. These arnt Sally's.." Tims face grew redder with anger as the two giggled over his face. Y/N shook her head. "It's probably just from the bad wind, theres a park right outside the woods, you know. Kids color there all the time." Tim shook his head. "Still.." Brian patted his shoulder. "y/ns right. Let's look into it later, yeah? I'm tired, and I'm sure Y/N could use some company~" he threw his arm around her shoulder.
 
       Y\N fake gagged and pushed him away, glaring at him."Not from you, disgusting-" however, her red face brought Brian to tears laughing. "Fuck off!" She yelled, flopping back onto Tim's bed and throwing his pillow at Brian. Tim caught it and threw it back on the bed, glaring at the both of them. "You idiots are going to break something, calm down."

       He sat down next to Y/N, running a hand threw his hair, obviously stressed.  She just sat there blankly, bored.  "So.. what're we doing today?" Brian sat down on the other side of her, absentmindedly braiding her hair.   "Um... Maybe we can go out? Find you a job or two?" Y/N looked at him, confused. "..job?"

      He nodded, smirking. Oh no. y/n thought. "Get hired to take somebody out, y'know? Get paid major for it." Her eyes sparkled,a new obsession already forming. "So...money?"  Brian nodded,but Tim looked over worried and stern. "Hell no. No way. It's too dangerous, you saw what happened when she killed her neighbor!" Y/N flinched slightly, not liking the unexpected sharp pain she got from that. "Can we not?" She mumbled.

      "Oh,I'm sorry princess,did mean ol' Tim huwt your little feewings?" Brian said mockingly, shoving Y/N with his shoulder. "Whatever,- im going for a walk." She stood up, walking out of the door down the hallway to her room with a huff.

She changed into some camo cargo jeans and a black tight-fitting turtle neck, throwing on her high tops and a beanie. Fuck brushing my hair. She thought, rolling her eyes. She walked over to her mirror, doing some fun poses before mumbling, "badass." She made a move to grab the door knob to her room, but hesitated and looked in her closet. "Fuck it, it's cold." She sighed and grabbed the jacket she had been given from masky and wrapped it around her,the color of the Carhartt not matching well with her outfit.

      She walked down the halls to the front doors,grabbing a knife from the kitchen before waltzing outside, slowly walking into the dense trees. The last time she hàd been out here alone, she had been chased by her now worst enemy. Now she lived with him, and still hated him.

Ironic.