3rd person
Mansion
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Masky and Hoody just got back from the killing spree, they dropped off Y/n and quickly walked over to Slendy's office.
The other killers weren't out, unless it was 2 am. A guy with a white jacket, ragged black hair and piercing green yet bloodshot eyes was sprawled all over the couch.
A guy who looks like Link but he has black void eyes with red pupils and blood oozing from his eyes is playing with a guy with gray ish skin with brown hair, hos body covered with a dark blue hoodie and a blue mask with out eyes with black liquid oozing.
"Heey Masky!" Jeff called out. "Y-yes?" Masky asnwered stuttering. "Help me erase my boredom!" He said lazily.
"N-no can do J-jeff, they have to report first." Toby stepped in the room, his hatchet hung loosely on his hip as he ticked. "Fine..." he then gestured them to go away.
The two walked up the huge flight of spiral stairs that was colored Black and white. Masky knocked.
"Come in." A low rumbly voice said, "Mr. Slenderman, we have a requested killer.... Her name is y/n and she just killed one of our targets and had an added one more." Masky explained.
"Bring this y/n girl to me." He ordered. "Most certainly but... she will be joining us tomorrow." Hoody explained.
Slendy gave a simple nod then he gave the signal that they're dismissed.
"How about her room?" Masky quickly mentioned, Slendy looked up from his paperwork, "Just let her take the room infront of Jeff's room. You can decorate it if you want... also tell the others we have a meeting at midnight. Now, leave me be!" Using his tentacles he pushes the two boys out the slams the door shut.
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Y/n
I groaned as i stood up. I adjusted my vision, I heard my dad climbing up the stairs. Banging up my door, he broke it down. "Get that sorry ass down here. Breakfast is ready." Then off he went. I stood up and into my usual, a black shirt black pants and my converse. I, again left my hair down. Grabbing my back pack, I pulled all of my things and stuffed in inside. I wore my blue hoodie and stuffed it with my daggers and knife. I wore my black open fingered gloves I sew myself and placed my mask into my back pocket. I bolted out the room with the back pack of course.
As I arrived down, I set the bag down the couch and sat in the table. "Here." Then my mom tossed me my breakfast, a water jug filled with water.
'Bear with it y/n.... just wait a little more"
I began chugging down the water. I craved some more knowing that I was hungry. I filled the jug with tap water and chugged it down once more.
I silently slipped the lighter into my pocket and 'accidentally spilled the gasoline.' They didn't seem to notice though. I rolled the gas filled barrel around the table.
I filled the jar with tap water and placed it inside the bag. "Going somewhere runt?" My dad said. "Yes." I answered.
"You're not going anywhere you bitch." My mom growled. I sighed deeply.
"I can't take this bull shit!" I took a hold of my knife. As I saw my reflection, I had a big scar under my eye. Right under my left eye.
My lip got a cut. I grinned at my idea. I placed my mouth mask on. I tossed the knife in the air as Jamie's mistake they followed it.
I ran towards them, stabbed my dad directly at the heart, but I stabbed my moms arm. Uh oh, this is bad. I laughed and hummed my tune, this time... a different nursery Rhyme.
"Baa baa black ship have you any wool?"
I hovered my mother as she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please don't..." she cried.
"Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full..."
I smiled at the witch. "Hope you have a nice sleep with daddy!" I giggled as I chanted my favorite line.
"But these nusery rhymes always fuck up."
Then I stabbed her. Slit her throat then gave her a big scar on the eyes.
I cleaned myself up by taking a shower placing my old clothes on and made my own food. I packed it. I grabbed my back pack then ignited my lighter dropped it walking out.
I walked to the forest leaving my house bursting into flames. I walked over to a tree and sat there waiting for Masky and Hoody. I hope this place they call house is much better than my own.
At a distance I saw two figures walking to me. One had an orange hood and the other one wore a yellow jacket.
I smiled and stood up walking towards them. "Hey guys." I greeted, "Oh I'm sorry do I know you?" Masky asked mocking me.
"Oh I don't know. I have nice daggers and a lot of nursery rhymes to play with, will ya help me?" They both chuckled.
Masky took my bag as we walked to the mansion, the Creepypasta Mansion.
I know the people living there, since... Masky has told me about them. This house has only one girl. Which was Sally. This house is crawling with boys then.... poor Sally...
We arrived in a shady and run down mansion. "This is what normal people see so that they avoid it. Humans are so idiotic..." I heard Masky said.
They gave me a red wristband, which I wore directly. I blinked and everything changed. The rundown mansion looked like a grand castle. The mansion looks like its been surrounded by a dome like shield.
"What....?" Words didn't fill what I've felt. "Okay?" I said.
They led me inside pushing these grand doors. "Welcome to the mansion." As the door opened, it revealed a grand hall. A black chandelier with diamonds hung above the center. Black and white tiles patterned itself down. A black sofa with white couches sat beside the black. A big flat 32 inch screen TV was on, it seems it was playing my favorite series. 'The murder case.'
I walked over to the couch and jumped on to the couch watching it. This episode is new, It seems like Jessica finally, agreed it was Peter who killed Katie her best friend. Gods, even I could've said yes, I mean he has this sinister grin and stares.
"Finally Jessica!" I shouted so with a guy beside me. I peeked to see a guy with void eyes, oh he's wearing a mask. A blue mask with black liquid oozing off.
"Hello...?" I greeted. "Oh my god... finally... Jessica... you know!" He said crossing his arms huffing. "Uhmm... Y/N.... we still have a lot to cover but... you need to talk to the boss." Masky said pulling myself away from The TV.
"Hey Masky, who's the new chic?" A guy with paper white skin asked. "Names, Y/n... but that was a long time ago. Just call me Rhymer." I greeted."Jeff the killer." He said boredly.
Hoody led me to Slendy's office as Masky sets down my bag in my room. "Here she is...."
"I'll deal with her." He replied, Hoody stepped out of the room. It fell silent. "Yes?" I started.
"Well, you seem like Jeff... it would be hard to make you a proxy..... but since you qualify the death contract, you're a creepypasta. His tentacles rummaged through a drawer pulling out a red folder. I grinned.
He handed it over to me, "Fill it up first." As I took a hold of it, it reeked of blood. I wonder how many damn days did it get to bloodify this?
