Species || Creepypasta x Reader ||

Chapter 5 || 𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚄𝚙

SOTP: out of love - lil tecca

R/W : He chuckles. "Slender's gonna catch a liking towards you, just you watch" he chuckles, then walks away.

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The next day you were woken up, but not by an alarm, but by.. your mother?

You open your eyes, seeing, in fact, that it was your mother. But something was.. different. She was covered in blood and dripping wet. You gasp, and look at her in horror. "Mom?..." Your voice was shaky

She tries to speak, but gurgles blood. You slowly approach her, not knowing if you should. "Mom...?, what happened??"

She looks at you, her soulless, dark eyes, staring into your concerned, scared ones.

She doesn't move, not even a jolt, she just stares.

You take another step closer , but the smell of blood and rotting flesh suddenly hits your nostrils. "Its all your fault" she mumbles, blood pouring out her mouth, her eyes widening with tears as she falls to the ground, grabbing and squeezing your arm with her cold, bloody, and decaying hand.

She lets go softly as her breathing stops.

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I freeze in place, my heart racing. The silence is deafening. Slowly, I reach out to feel for a pulse on her neck. But she disappears. I take a step back, my mind racing with confusion and fear. I can't help but notice the way she looked at me, like she saw something more than just a monster.

Soon voices come through my ears "its all your fault" they repeat one after the other.

I shake my head, trying to clear the voices. I can't help but feel like I'm going crazy. I look around, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. But no matter where I turn, all I see is death and despair. I see my reflection, the same as hers, but with a hint of guilt in my eyes. I step back, my eyes locked on the mirror. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Is this really me?

I look to my left, another mirror, then the right, which had yet another one. I spin around, and all that pops up are mirrors, everywhere i turn.

I felt trapped. The voices grew louder, more insistent. I try to ignore them, focusing on the mirrors instead. They reflected my every move, my every emotion. I can't help but feel like I'm being watched, judged.

Everytime i turned my reflections started to become less me, and more.. Violent.

One was me, but all bloody, with a knife in my hand, as i looked down. Another was me hanging from the ceiling, blue, and lifeless.

I started feeling claustrophobic, like I couldn't breathe. The voices in my head were getting louder, telling me to do things I didn't want to hear.

And the other.. it wasn't me. None of them were.. But they looked like it, . "Their all dead because of you" she whispered.

I was taken aback. Dead?, what does she mean?

"What are you talking about?" I ask.