Bloody Painter - A Journey For Friendship

Part 12

Helen/Bloody Painter's Pov -

"So, we goin' right now?" I ask.

"Hell yeah! Let's goooo!" Y/n says.

"Wait a minute– I need my special knife!" Jeff says.

"Oh ya, same. Be right back, BP!"

They both run upstairs to their room and grab their favorite knives. I just grab my paint brush.

Something that I really love about my paintbrush, is that there's a small button I can press, then the end of my paint brush becomes a knife. Ain't that cool? Yeah. I know it is!

Time Skip - Cuz I Don't Feel Like Writing The Murder Scene - Back At The Mansion - Reader's Pov -

I burst through the door, "WOOO! THAT WAS FUCKIN' FUN!!" I yell, adrenaline rushing through me.

"Hell yeah it was!" Jeff yells, standing beside you.

BEN and BP agree with a nod.

"But now, I'm soooo fuckin' tireddd.." I say with a yawn.

"Then go to bed, maybe in the morning we can hangout for awhile?" BP asks.

"Sure! That'll be fun! Well, I'll see y'all later."

"Have a good nap!" BP yells.

I turn around and walk upstairs, to my room.

Once in my room, I sigh contently, flopping on my bed.

"God damn.. I'ma be asleep for awhile... Time to sleep..."

Soon, I drift off into a deep sleep.

Time Skip - Later - Reader's Pov -

I wake up, stretching and yawning.

"Wowww.. that was great.." I say to myself, then sit up.

I run my eyes, then suddenly stop.

"Where the fuck am I?.."

I was no longer at the mansion, but a gloomy maroon and black room.

The air felt cold, and vibe of the place was eerie. Not that I gave a shit, but it was weird.

'How did I get here? Where the hell even am I?'

I obviously, wasn't at the mansion anymore. We're the other Creepypastas here too?

I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, I could feel the cold concrete, even through my socks.

"Damn.. it's hella cold in here, why is there literally no heat?" I ask myself.

I get up, heading to the door and opening it.

'AND the door is unlocked? I thought I got kidnapped or something shit, but maybe not. Maybe Slendy moved us all.'

I peek out the door, 'No danger.. as far as I can see anyways...'

Just as I'm about to step out the room, I'm flung back, hitting the wall before I fall on the ground.

'Ow..' I groan.

When I look up, I see some sort of.. demon? Yeah, a demon.

It speaks, in a demonic voice.

"Welcome, Y/n L/n. I'm Zalgo."

"What the fuck? How do you know my name?.." I ask.

"Don't ask ques–"

"Why am I here?!" I ask, interrupting the demon, now known as Zalgo.

"Don't. Ask. Questions. You're going to be staying here, instead of with Slenderman.", Zalgo says.

"Why?" I ask, ignoring what he said before.

"Because.. I need your soul..."

A/N - Finally! A new chapter! I hope y'all like it. I was at a loss for ideas, thanks for reading though. Have a great day/night, my fellow readers. - Adrian