~Sit on the toilet long enough and something will happen~ 3'rd Person P.O.V.~
As (Y/N) made his way through the house, a gun to Jeff's head was stopping everyone in their spots just as if they were tied down.
"W-Where the hell did you get the gun a-any how?"
"You'd be amazed at what you can pass off as a piercing, now where is your room?"
"Shot me and you'll have all these killers after you."
"After what I have been through that is not a threat to me." Jeff let out a low growl. "Now where is your room?!" The boy grew more and more impatient. Wings stiffened at the creek of a floor board behind him. Quickly dropping Jeff and spinning around, while pulling out another gun from his waist band. It was now a stand off, one gun pointed at Masky, the other at Jeff.
"I will blow both of your brains out in one shot. I JUST WANT MY STUFF!!" (Y/N) was now giving off a small grin and muffled laughter. "Now either both both of you can come with me to get my stuff, or someone else can get it for me. What will it be boys?" By now almost everyone had gathered, slowly closing in on the (H/C) haired male. (Y/N) was getting more and more timid by the second. The door slammed open to show hoodie standing there, dumbfounded.
"Ummmm...." Was all Hoodie said as Eyeless Jack tackled the gun holder to the ground. The others quickly went to help knock out the un-known being. With a quick success and much yelling they had him tied up to chair in the back of the living room. You had been knocked out for the second time that day, this was most likely the most sleep you have had in awhile.~Hoods are pockets for your head(whenpigsflyisnow )~ With the Pastas~
"Well what should we do with him?" E.J. Quickly questioned.
"He clearly isn't a human and kept stating that he was a rebel, thats all BEN and I ever got out of 'em"
"Maybe we should tell Slenderman about this? He is in our home after all." Masky called out. "Also what was in his backpack that was so threating?"
"Powders and rocks, those were the only things out of the ordinary."
Snap
A loud snap and banging was heard from the living room followed by yelling and cussing.
"And he is UP, joy..." Was all Jeff said. Everyone got up to go check up on the stranger, when infact the stranger wanted to check up on them... Sorta. (Y/N) went running into the dinner room dragging behind him a chair.
"FUCKING ASS HAT, I AM OUT OF HERE WITH MY GOD DAMN BA-"
WACK
"There will be no cussing in this house." The fatherly figure stated sternly, Slenderman stood there with a baseball bat in his hands, standing above groaning being.~Cherries have butts (portalpro02 ) One explanation from Jeff and BEN later~
You had been taken to an empty room until you wanted to talk. And you just sat there, dozing off a little bit. You had already tried to the door but it was locked. The vent was a tad bit to small for you to crawl through, and the chair was broken from using it to smash open the door. So now here you were sleeping on the floor.
~*Gavin Screaming*~ Reader's P.O.V~
I laid their half asleep wondering if I would get food at all cause I was starving. Groaning I gave in due to hungry pains.
"Ugh fine I'll talk or whatever I just want fooooooooooooood please...." It was a few moments before that 'Slenderman' walked in the with a plate of food. I quickly got up and grinned at the sight.
"Name first and I'll give it to you." Sighing at what he said I told him.
"(Y/N) (L/N), now can I have my food please." I asked in a whiny voice. The slender being lowered the plate a little.
"What are you?"
"A rebel, thats all and thats it."
"Clearly thats not it (Y/N)." He spat back at me. I hated explaining everything it was long and complicated. Groaning I sat down.
"Might as well get everyone else to hear it as well, cause I don't like to explain it..." He nodded in response and gave me my plate, I quickly dug into my food as he walked away.
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(CP x Male!Angel!Reader) I Have Weird Friends
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