Pure of Mind and Sharp of Knife (Male Reader x Female Creepypasta)

Tattle Tale

Jess sleeps without so much as a sigh beside me when I wake up early in the dark morning, her lidless eyes concealed by a black sleep mask. Her breath ghosts across my cheek as she rests her head on my shoulder, and her arm is draped across my chest.

I move to place my hand on hers, but my body is as heavy as lead. As if the strength were sapped from me, I can't even lift a finger. I try to whisper to Jess for help, but my lips are sealed for good. My heart races as I see the shadows of my room shifting and stirring like a black fog.

Gray, pale as death, steps out of one corner, his eyes wide yet lifeless. Felix steps out of the other, his head hanging from his neck by an artery and strips of muscle and skin. I thrash around inside my still body, tears forming in my eyes as they get closer and closer. Felix reaches for Jess, holding his hand out to Gray who gives him his barbed sword.

I manage to scratch the bed with my index finger, urging the rest of my body to move, to fight, but I'm a prisoner in my own flesh. Felix lifts the sword overhead, his eyes on me as he staggers back from the weight before swinging it down.

A cotton-like mass of the abyss catches the blade, and Nightmare slowly takes form one appendage at a time. My nightmares recoil at the sight of her, and her growl flushes my blood with a freezing chill.

"Fear not," her eyes are blacker than the void, "I am here for thee."

In one movement, she lashes out at Felix and Gray, both of them dissipating as if they were a mirage, and I sit up with a gasp. Jess sits up, too, my terror having roused her sixth sense. She grasps my arm.

"What? (Y/N), what?" she whispers.

I gulp, holding my heart, my chest slick with a cold sweat as I stare at my savior, "Nothing... Just a nightmare."

* * *

With my killing gear on, I wait downstairs in Slenda's office for her to brief me on the coming mission. "Tattling" on Zalga is a bit vague. If Slenda's known an entity or another demon of her kind stronger than Zalga, how come she hasn't told us about them sooner? Unless...

The doors open behind me, and Lazari comes skipping in, "Woo! Road trip! Hey, Skulker!"

"Hey?" I see Slenda walk in behind her, the carved wooden doors swinging closed, "I thought this was only involving you and me."

"Well, (Y/N), do you know where to find Zalga's parents?" she tilts her head at me.

My mouth falls open, and I shoot to my feet, "You're serious?" I glance at Lazari, and I shake my head, "Holy shit... What do you expect them to do? What if they kill us?"

Lazari jabs her chest with her thumb, "That's why I'm coming! I wouldn't want grandpa and grandma to hurt you."

"When we show up saying we want to kill their daughter, I doubt a pipsqueak could stop grandma and grandpa from making us history!"

Her eyes flash red, "Who's the pipsqueak?" She starts punching me in the chest, "You're the pipsqueak! I'm not a pipsqueak!"

Slenda separates us both with a sigh, "(Y/N), you must trust me on this just as I have trusted you countless times before. We cannot win with the losses we have suffered, and we must take desperate measures accordingly."

"This is crazy," I glance at a landscape painting of Hell on the wall, "What are we going to say, even?"

"I do not know yet," Slenda says, "For now, we let Lazari lead," she turns to the girl, "You remember where they live?"

"Yep!" she chirps, "Mother would take me to visit them sometimes. All we need is a vortex."

Slenda nods, "Grab on, everyone."