Creepypasta Child Scenarios

My Icy Heart...It's Melting

The blackest nights were E.J's favorite. The kind so thick, you could hardly determine whether your eyes were actually open or closed. No lunar spotlights or smudges of twinkling stars. Nights like this, he was nowhere and everywhere at once, able to play with his food at his leisure.

The chilling air of witching hour crept into his sleeves, a welcomed intrusion, sliding over his heated skin like the most delicate pair of hands, it coaxed a sharp-toothed grin from his lips and a contented rumble of a purr to stir in his chest. With a free hand, E.J pulled the mask away from his face and breathed in deep. Sucking down a lungful of fresh night air and earthy pine of the woods. The smells of wild deer and foxes rode along the steady breeze, telling him just how far away they were and the direction he could follow if he wanted to find them. But the forest wildlife didn't interest him.

The weight sagging over his shoulder shifted. An unhappy grumble was immediately followed by a hard cough from a broken tongue. A reminder that despite the sedatives, E.J was on a time limit. His enjoyment of the outdoors would have to wait until he got his new pet home and properly settled in. There was still plenty of ground to cover, another two miles easy, if he wanted to get to the manor before daybreak. It would be a shame for the sedation to wear off beforehand.

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The little zombie slippers on her feet scuffled along the dark carpet despite her best attempts at staying quiet. An eye bounced alongside her foot with each step, held by a thin, but strong line of red fabric to signify a bloody vein. They were warm and completely contrasted to her baby pink nightgown.

Tiny fingers gripped the wooden handrail like a lifeline. Taking one step at a time, (Y/N) was careful. Her other hand clutched her stuffed animal to her chest. A (Y/F/C) rabbit with long floppy ears, which inevitably earned it the name, Flopsy. It was her favorite, the one she reached for over and over again despite a mountain of colorful stuffed animals that she could choose from. He kept her safe when she cried and helped her sleep through the night. He was her best friend.

She could've gone to her Mama's room, and if this had been another one of her bad dreams, she would've. But this wasn't a bad dream. It was worse. A dire emergency.

She sat herself down on the bottom step, wrapping her arms around Flopsy and burying her face into his soft fur. Burning tears spilled over the corner of her eyes, but she didn't care one bit. Her heart ached for him. "It's okay, Flopsy. Mama's no doctor." (Y/N) sniffled hard and traced his paw with her thumb, "But I know someone who is..."

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When Eyeless finally slipped through the mansion's heavy doors, he seriously wasn't expecting to be blindsided by a pair of wide, drippy (Y/C/E) eyes peeking at him from around the noble banister of the impossibly long staircase. It was nearing dawn.

She shouldn't be awake.

The girl's bombardment into their lives had first been met with varying degrees of reluctance. Eyeless was still finding it difficult to accept her as part of the home's new normal. As a creature of strict habit, he wasn't overly fond of anything that interrupted the routine.

And there was nothing (Y/N) loved to do more than interrupt the routine.

Every cry, every runny nose, every skinned knee, every tummy ache, convinced him all the more to take his chances and just dump her somewhere in the woods to become someone else's problem. He was sure there were plenty of bears who would appreciate the snack in the same way he would appreciate sleeping through the day undisturbed.

It wasn't until the Proxies collectively lost their minds and began referring to it as '(Y/N)' did he give in and begrudgingly accept the possibility of her having a more permanent place in the manor; that she would be part of his new normal. Well, until the day she met with her tragic, and what was more likely to be, an utterly horrific demise. The girl was living in Slender Mansion after all.