One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

Deadly Work (CreepyPasta x Death!Reader) Part 1

Hello again, my dear readers! So I've had this idea in my head all day so I finally just decided to write it! I have another idea that I might post tomorrow, so watch out for that. Oh, and don't worry, I'm planning on updating everything sometime this week. I've got a list and I'm gonna post a new chapter for each story one by one! Hope you enjoy! :)

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   "Madeline Jackson, an 18 year old living with her parents and going to the local college. Extremely arrogant and snooty. Destined to die at midnight. Cause of death: hit by a car." A snap came from the little black book as you shut it. The book went to its usual spot on your belt before you folded your hands in front of you, silently waiting for the girl. It was just before midnight, which was when Madeline was supposed to get hit by a car. Recently, something had been causing the black book to become... inaccurate.

   People weren't dying the way they were supposed to. Earlier a teenage boy was supposed to be stabbed, but instead died by tripping down the stairs and snapping his neck. This wasn't good, as it meant more work for you and if it continued on, then you would simply fade away. Fate was being just wondrous.

   Footsteps sounded down the sidewalk and you pulled out another book, this one white instead of black. A pen found its way into your hands as the footsteps stopped and an extremely annoying voice filtered into your ears. "What the heck are you dressed for? A Halloween party? It's March, idiot."

   So she could see you... That at least guaranteed that she was going to die, as only people who are about to pass can. You simply turned towards her, the white book and pen still in hand. She sent you a glare when she saw you weren't going to answer. Well, the book wasn't lying when it said she was arrogant and snooty.

   On your belt the black book began to glow faintly, signaling that it was time. Madeline snorted and started to walk again, with you watching her every move. She mumbled a small "creep" as she rudely pushed past you. Movement to your left caught your attention, and before you could do anything a knife came flying towards the girl.

   It dug into the flesh of her hip and blood was quick to make an appearance. A scream of pain found its way out of her lips and she grabbed at her side, finally noticing the knife. It didn't take long for her to pull it out, and while she did a low chuckle came from where the knife was thrown. Fear and pain danced in her eyes as she glimpsed her soon to be murderer.

   A man. Well, more of a teenager to be exact. Well, maybe not a teenager, as he didn't appear to be fully human. Ah, you had seen some of these before. A 'CreepyPasta' you believed they were called. It appeared he had a friend with him as well, a blue masked one.

   He stepped out onto the street and into the light, allowing the girl to get a better look at him. She only stared a second before trying to limp away. Madeline didn't get far before he threw yet another knife at her. The second knife embedded itself into the back of her neck, causing her to fall over. The light soon faded from her eyes. The blue masked figure stepped out into the light as well and bent over her. He had a scalpel in hand and appeared to want an organ from her.

   You sighed. Yet another death gone awry. Yes, this was not good at all. The pen in your hand flashed across the white pages, etching notes and observations into them. When you finished the black ink glowed faintly before going dark once again. You snapped the book closed and placed it on the other side of your belt.

   The noise the book made seemed to have alerted the two Pastas as they were now watching you. It was time for you to take your leave, as you had a few other deaths you had to observe to see if this phenomena was on a large or small scale. Hopefully it was on the latter.

   The one in the white hoodie snickered as he picked his knives up. "Another victim tonight, eh? Hope you're hungry, Jack." If you had eyes you would've rolled them. The one in the blue mask, who you had figured out was Jack, snorted in response. "Uh, no thanks. I don't think we want to mess with her." You silently gave him props. He at least recognized who you were.

   Footsteps filled the night air again as you started to walk past them, only offering a silent glower. The white hooded man didn't seem to like your silence, for he was quick to do something about it. You'd been in many situations before, though this was definitely the first time someone had dared to attack you. This guy had guts. Or he was just really oblivious.

   His knife that had previously been in Madeline's neck was now heading towards yours. You turned around to fully face them, and they could practically feel annoyance radiate off of you. Apparently, you weren't too happy with the predicament you were in. Big surprise there.

   The knife stopped just inches away from your throat. The hooded man's eyes widened further, if it was possible, as he watched the knife stop midair and clatter to the cement. Jack once again snorted. "See, Jeff? I told you. Why the hell would you attack Death?" Jeff glared at his partner. "Death? What kind of name is that?" You decided that your input was now needed, as he had just insulted you. Whether it was knowingly or unknowingly didn't really matter.

   "I believe that is my name. Though the humans seem to call me 'The Grim Reaper'." Your voice sounded... haunted. Empty maybe. Perhaps hollow? Either way, it did not sound human. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go fix a problem that could potentially turn disastrous." You swiftly turned around and took out your black book and began to read the next victims entry. The white text glowed faintly before dimming, signaling it was about to happen. You sighed. It seems as if you'd be late to this death.

   "What kind of problem?" Jack's voice filled your ear and you once again sighed. Sighing was a common action for tonight. You turned once again and regarded the duo. Jeff was leaning uninterested against the light pole while Jack was standing next to him. "A problem that does not concern you-" Wait, what was that on Jeff's neck?

   A symbol... A very familiar symbol. Things had just gotten interesting, and helpful, as that symbol belonged to one of your closest friends. Well, you actually don't know if you'd call him that, but he was the closest thing to a 'friend' you had. You started to mumble. "Yes... That could work... If he agrees to it... Mmmm... We shall see." You gave a firm nod before directing your attention back to the killer duo.

   "That symbol. It belongs to SlenderMan, correct?" At this Jeff looked away from the corpse in front of him. "And if it is?" You nodded again, as if to confirm something. "Take me to him. It is extremely important that you do."

"And why is it extremely important?"

"Because if you don't, you might not be able to kill ever again."

(AIGHT SO SHIT IS STARTIN. This is gonna be like a two or three part story, so it's not gonna be long at all. But I've had this idea stuck in my head all day and it wouldn't go away so I was like, hey, let's just write it down!)