oops! -a creepypasta X reader textfic/Fanfic

you don't know the alphabet until we TEACH you the alphabet

      Y/N walked for nearly an hour, checking her watch periodically. She figured finding her way back would take even more time, but what was the point of turning around now? Really, what was the point of turning around ever? There was no real point in going back except survival,and even that doesn't mean truly living. She was half zombie at this point. The eye bags from her loss of sleep, the numbness she felt on a daily basis, witch she considered odd because how could she possible have moved on so soon?

       A weight settled in Y/Ns chest as she walked, and she remembered exactly why she would need to turn around.

    Her pills.

Her pills were what kept that tiny bit of sanity in her, that kept her from screaming and kicking and running. That kept her with a straight face, numb, boring. She turned around on her heel and started a quick pace back to the mansion, where she would continue training and than eat lunch at a table of murderers and ghosts witch shouldn't exist, and a person who tried to kill her, and another that she wanted to kill. Fuck you, BEN.😋

          A tap on the shoulder made her spin around, shrieking before she sighed in relief at the person in front of her. "Fuck, Brian! The hell was that for.."   Brians smile grew at the scared and annoyed look on the girls face as she turned around and continued her walk back. He followed after her, his smile fading into a scowl for a moment as he  noticed the jacket she was wearing. He tugged on the hood, smirking and mocking Y/N. "Aw, wearing your boyfriends jacket, sweetheart?" She smacked his hand away grumpily."not my boyfriend, not your sweetheart, Brian."

      Brian rolled his eyes and threw his arm around Y/N as they neared the mansion. "You're no fun. Good luck, there's about four people sitting on that couch in there that were looking for you. Seems Tim and I arnt your only boyfriends, sweetheart!"

        "You're not my boyfriend's! What's up with you and wierd dating shit 24/7 Brian-" Y/N groaned, holding her red face in her hands. As much as she made it sound like she hated the guy, she was probably closer to him than a lot of people in the mansion. "Who's waiting for me?"

       Brian rolled his eyes and threw open the door, pulling his mask down to cover his eyes and part of his nose just to keep some respect for him in the room. "Them." He jabbed a finger to BEN, Jeff,  and a newfound friend of Y/Ns,  Laughing jack. Lj, for short. They were gathered around the TV, shoving and yelling at eachother while playing Mario kart.

      Y/N patted hoodies hand and walked to them, throwing herself over the couch and grabbing LJs controller, (witch didn't make him very happy,) and managed to get him into 2nd place right behind BEN before giving it back. "BEAT HIS ASS, LJ!" the yelled above the other two who were basically screaming.   He laughed, and just as BEN was just about to cross the finish line, passed him and won. Y/N jumped up, cheering and holding the middle finger up at Jeff and BEN, who gladly mirrored.

       "Damn it, Y/N! I had a streak!" BEN pouted, crossing his arms. "Should've thought about that before you lost!" Jeff cackled, earning a bit to the shoulder.  LJ threw an arm around Y/N, poking her head. "See, I'm her favorite. You guys are just losers. L-O-S-E-R-S." She stuck her tongue out at the two and laughed along with LJ, Finding it hilarious how they could so easily make them mad.

         "Anyway, new round?" She asked, grabbing the extra remote. They all nodded and they began the game, BEN making sure to win this time. Now, this was the highlight of living with murders.

(Kind of a filler, lmao. Cute chapter though.)