The End.

Are You Scared?

"Love me? Hate me? Can you relate to me?"
He asked.
"Are you mad at me?"
He kept asking questions.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
I answer.

"Why are you here? Did you miss us? Or did you want revenge?"
"Why I'm here? Heh. I already answered that."
"No you didn't."
I smirk at his ignorance.
"Yes. I love you..."
"You do-"
"And I hate you."
"So you missed ME? Why me?"
"I don't know. There's something special about you that I can't wrap my finger around. Out of all the Creepypasta losers here, you're the one who seems less of a loser."
"Wooooooow. Okay, so now that's sort of out of the way...can you untie me now."
"Nah. You look cute tied up. I mean I can rape you, it would not be hard."

He stares at me with a little fear showing on his face expression.
"Are you scared?" I asked.
"N-no" he stammers.

He looks so yummy. I lick me lips and leaned in to him. We were now face-to-face, I looked down to his lips, they look so juicy.
"Soooooo Hoodie, regret killing me?"
"Not really, Half Alive." He grins, but I could still tell that there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
"So how's Ticci and Masky? I mean since I attacked them last week."
"Well...Toby is confused on how you came back to life. Masky is just pissed off."
"Hmmm, well you still love me right?"
"Love you?! I don't know you!"
"Sooo is that a yes? Wait, are you single?"
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He shouts.
"Soooooo yes?"
"You crazy bitch! I don't love you! What makes you think that we have a chance?"
"Well we're both killers-"
"No. I'm a killer. Your a nobody. Just a small problem that can be fixed easily." He smiles at me evilly.

"Is that so?" I ask. I walk up to him and turn around the chair that he's chained to. He's face automatically drops and horror crosses it. He looked at the monstrosity before him.

A huge hep of body bodies laid on the ground. On the wall and ceiling; organs, flesh, and eyes hung in decorations. Stomachs and throats were cut, headed crushed in or hung by the hair. Arms and legs separated. In blood, a word was written on the wall, it read "surprise!"

I walked behind Hoodie, grabbing my two sickles from a dark corner. I then rapped my arms around his throat, sickles in hands, and I rested my head on his shoulder next to his ear.

"Are you scared now?" I whisper.