Part 1 🧋

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G/c = gender choice
Y/n = your name
E/c= eye colour
S/c = skin colour
Your a 24 year old g/c, who lives a life of a nightmare.

You snap our your thinking as you hear a sexy voice

(Wonder who that will be 😉)

"Miss?.."

"Oh sorry!"

It was like 9:40pm and you looked at the man taking his order.

He had a blue mask with a dark hoodie some hair stood out but it was dark.

"Sorry but you a cosplayer?"

"...You could say so..."

"...I would like to have a large of black coffee..." do we even sell black coffee?

"$4"

You watched as he paid then went to get the black coffee ready as you come back you oh most drop the black coffee as you the bodys of the people that were eating on the floor.

You rush to the checking for heart pulse all of them had none but as your hope was dying you found on that did have a pulse you immediately call 000 (911,999 etc) you get the first aid kit and wrap bandages around the man.

You look back at the counter to see your large black coffee gone.

You stood up and took the note that was left there.

"Thanks for the coffee" your groan in anger as you had served a psycho.

You hear the sirens out side you pick the man's body up carrying it out side.

Police officers rush pass you as the doctors come rushing at you telling you to do that, to do that.

You lay the man down on the bed in one of the ambulances you sit beside the man as the door closed.

(In the morning around 6am)

You stare at the man that was laying in the bed staring back at you.

You had found out he was a detective and offered you his place.

The detective role would pay more then the Starbucks worker.

"I will" the detective smiles and you talk to him about your case about what they call "creepypasta" they stole all the detectives work and you needed to get it back.

He talked about a mansion in the slender forest and how you had to go there.

You were scared but you decided to do it.

(Hour later 💡)

You found the mansion and you heard noise.

We're you really gonna commit a crime?

You gulped your fear down as you put your mask on blocking anyone from seeing your s/c or your e/c.

You walk calmly and careful to behind the mansion,

You see a tiny window that you could fit into.

You look on a piece of paper that had your orders and where.

You put the piece of paper back in your small pocket as you started to climb the mansion.

As you finally slid into the room you looked around opening drawers and books.

You find a file with what you needed then you hear the door handle shake violently.

The door was banged down by what seemed to be a black and white clown you gulp up your fear as you see more people behind the clown.

"Found the little human~" the clown snapped its neck to you as it called for it's friends.

Then you remembered that the detective said creepypasta was fake it was probably some teens.

"Ya you teens are good at cosplaying and things but this right here proofs of your little crimes well some of your guys crimes.

The clown looks confused at you before Standing up.

"Cosplaying?" The clowns voice was mixed with confusion

"And proof we killed some people may I see?"

"Sure"

You make room for the tall clown to sit next to you.

You end up sitting in his lap as you showed him and explained the proof.

"LAUGHING JACK WHAT YOU DOING WITH THE HUMAN" two girls appeared one that had what seemed to be a clock eye with stitches along the mouth as the other had pale skin and black eyes, black lips and black hair but she darn looked sexy.

"Oh~ she was just explaining to me what this file thing is~" the tall clowns voice was back to his happy voice like a kid.

"Oop it may be time for me to go the detective calling me" they all snapped there necks as more appeared.

"Darn someone, needs to show me that snap thing okay?" You get off the clowns lap carefully as the clown fought with the girls.

"Bye bitchs!"

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 24, 2023 ⏰

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