Creepypasta Oneshots

family movie night !!!! [GONE WRONG]

— HI LMAO okay. So. Been gone a hot second oops. my bad!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway creepypasta a have a family movie night and they don't act even CLOSE to their cannon personalities. Have fun
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"I got popcorn!" Lazari shouts over the talk in the living room, walking in with a big bowl of it — she leans over the couch, "what movie we watching?"

Natalie looks towards her, "I say we watch Scream, but—"

"It's not accurate!" Jeff stresses, "we could watch Friday the Thirteenth instead!"

"And that's accurate?" Lazari questions, before leaning forward a bit more. "I say we watch Ghostbusters, personally." Her words are targeted towards — well, Ben: He shoots her a look.

Tim sighs, "we're not watching ghostbusters, last time we did Sally freaked out."

Lazari rolls her eyes, going around the couch to sit on it — shoving Ben out of her way to do so. He glares at her, she glares at him. It's a lovely experience.

"But," she starts, "is Sally here?"

Natalie moves to snatch up some popcorn from the bowl, "She left to go grab mister Charlie or whatever that fuckers name is."

"Mister Death." Jeff corrects without thinking, before stopping. "Wait, no. I don't know what that stupid animal's name is." He coughs awkwardly.

Lazari rolls her eyes, "It's okay to like tea parties, real men like tea parties."

"I don't—"

Footsteps come running down the hallway, a giggle following along. Ben grins, "Speak of the devil."

"Sally," Natalie calls from the side of the couch, "you're an honest girl, right?" She starts — and Lazari holds back a laugh: Jeff looks to the ceiling, he must know where this is going.

She nods quick, "Mhm! The most honest ever ! One time my mama asked me if I ate two cookies, and I said I ate three! 'Cause I did!"

Nat smiles. "That's good, Sal. Now— how often does Jeff come to your tea parties?"

"Jeff is the best, ever! The super duper best! He comes when I ask! Which is a lot!" She says— eyes glowing, "one time he even helped me make little mini cakes for it!"

"Does he dress up?" Lazari asks, a suppressed laugh coming forwards— but Tim shoots them a look.

Sally kicks her feet and swings her hands together as she and her stuffed animal — now known as Mr. Death, sit down by the bottom of the couch.

Jeff is not looking at any of them as he speaks, "The kid pulls puppy eyes, what am I supposed to say, no?"

"Duh." Ben states.

Sally perks up, "Ben? I can please play with your switch later?"

She looks at him. He looks at her.

Ben sighs, it's fond. "Sure."

"You guys have zero back bone." Lazari teases, nearly jumping at the sudden popcorn that was thrown at her by Ben himself— "You bitch !"

"Bitch!" Sally echos.

"Guys!" Tim snaps, "Settle down, Jesus. We do not live in a farm, y'all are acting like animals."

Lazari blinks, "Y'all? What are you a cowboy?"

She goes quiet at the look he gives her.

" Thank you , was that hard?" He mutters, sorting through a book of CD's. "We can watch Goosebumps, Spiderman or Fear Street."

"Spider-man!" Sally says excitedly, "he's so cool! He goes like — whoosh ! And beats bad guys!"

Ben nods, "I like when Spider-Man goes Whoosh." He speaks, amused above all else.

Natalie shrugs, " I just wann' watch somethin'."

Jeff goes to interrupt— but Tim claps his hands together, "Alright, Spider-Man it is."

"Favouritism." Jeff whispers, which gets ignored.

The move starts to play: and it's nice, she thinks— Ben makes his side comments, Natalie and Jeff both point out the plot holes, Sally tries to copy what the hero's do on screen— looking at the others in the living room, she gets a distant feeling of warmth.

She had never seen a family before, not a healthy one, and fuck they may be the most furthest thing away from being healthy in the slightest: but it was hers.  She would clench onto with her blood ridden fingers until it can be tugged away from the fates themselves.

Family , is a thought that comes quietly, maybe that's what family is about: loyal to a fault even if you're own family is made out of maniacs.