Creepypasta Oneshots

pov: some ghost kid follows you around, more at 7.

-> sally adopts jeff as her older brother figure, he's.. well he's a little stupid. 

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The kid was weird, Jeff had decided that weeks ago when she had first came to the mansion. She had kept quiet, which was fine at first, then she started to follow him around the mansion like a lost dog.

"You have a shadow," Tim comments from the sidelines, and Jeff has to bite back a remark. He knows he does, the little shit had been following him all morning! Everywhere he went, he had spotted a pink dress in the corner of his eye, and stare of two dull green eyes.

"Thanks, captian obvious." He mutters, ignoring the look from Tim, and he most definitely refused to knowledge the sound of floor boards creaking just a couple inches away from him, instead prompting to grab some food from the cabinets.

Tim leaves the kitchen, meaning that Jeff is alone with the kid. He can feel her stare from be-hide him, he lets out a groan, turning around. "Fuck do you want?" He asks, tried and done of being trailed after.

She doesn't answer, the only thing she does is bounce on her heels.

He frowns, looking the girl over— and really he should probably learn her name. "Can you talk?" He tries again, she just stares ahead with that creepy expression— he looks at her, slightly unnerved.

"Okkay then, do you want toast?" He questions, turning around to grab some bread from the cabinet, "can you even eat bread?"

He glances at her. She says nothing.

"You're getting bread then," He decides for her, passing the piece of probably stale bread at the girl. She looks at it, and for a second he thinks he has to ask if she knows what bread even is— but she smiles. "You gonn' eat it?" She doesn't answer.

Fuck, children we're weird.

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The next day, unpredictability, she follows him to breakfast. Eyeless Jack is at the dining table, and moves his head towards the sounds of him walking— his mask is slightly lifted to expose his mouth.

"Jeffery, you're up early." The demon comments, and jeff has to hold back a scoff because he was— its eight am, usually he wouldn't wake till the hours passed noon, but a certain little shit had woken him up by walking into his room.

The same little shit that is currently following after him.

"Fuck you, man. You're not the only one who can wake up early." He says, sliding into a seat across from Jack. The other just raises an eyebrow, before frowning. "There's another presence?" Fuck, Jeff was gonna punch him in the face. Who even says presence anymore? "Yeah', the kid the big man picked up." He says, but gets caught off guard by a tug on his sweater. He glances down, and dirty little fingers are gripping at the back of his hoodie.

He looks back at Jack— and yeah, well. He's a bit of a unsettling dude to watch eat, especially when the thing he's eating is quite literally a human limb. Sometimes, he forgets how desensitized most people in the mansion are to well... everything.

He looks at the girl, who seems to be worried— or scared? Fuck, he doesn't know, but for some reason he doesn't like it. He doesn't like seeing her.. being like that.

Before Jack can get a word in, he stands up, pushing his chair out from the table. "Well, nice chatting, jackie, but I gotta go." He ignores how the girls hand is on the sleeve of his sweater now, following after him as he leaves the dining room.

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Natalie, because of course it's Natalie, who brings it up one day when they were trailing the forest.