Creepypasta House

Stupid Shrink

       Bubbles: Hey everyone. Since it's in the present, I don't think I'm putting POV's in anymore. Sorry.

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    "Girl! Get down here right now!" Alice yells at me. That's my foster mom's name. "Or else!"

     "Coming!" I yell back and sigh. I hate her so much. If only I got a nicer foster parent... 

      I walk down the stairs and look at her. She frowns and shoves a piece of paper in my hand.

      "Since you freaked the other out so much, you're going to a new phycologist." She snarls.

      "No. I said I am not going to another shrink." I growl. "I'm not crazy!"

      She slaps me on the face and starts ranting that these 'fictional internet weirdos' aren't real and I need to get a hold on my mind. I yell at her to stop and she grabs my hair.

     "You're going. I've set up an appointment five minutes from now. Get in the car" She glares at me and grabs her car keys. I sigh and get in the car.

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      "Meg Lamburg?" The lady in the front calls. I stand up and walk over to her. She smiles, slightly, and points to the door behind her. "Right in here. Second door to your left."

     I walk in and look around. A long hallway, with about twelve doors on each side, runs ahead of me. The second door on my right has a nameplate on the door which reads 'Doctor Marielen'. I sigh and open the door slowly.

     "Meg Lamburg here." I frown and glance around. Inside, a small desk with a huge office chair sits near the right wall and a big dark blue chair on the left wall. In the big office chair sits a small woman. Her huge glasses make her eyes look enormous. She grins a bright white smile at me and motions for me to sit down.

     "So this is the famous Meg I've been hearing about!" She purrs. The smoothness and kindness in her voice makes me shiver. So not used to that. She holds out a bowl full of jellybeans. "Jellybean?"

     "Uh...." I frown and a picture of Ben flashes through my face from when they brought me along on that Halloween. "No.... No thanks..."

      "Well, your mother-" She starts.

      "Foster mom." I correct her.

     "Right. Foster mom. Well, she made an appointment with me to...." She squints at her paper. "To make you realize that these..... imaginary friends of yours..... aren't real."

     "They aren't imaginary!" I stomp my foot and snarl. I pull my pants leg up where you can see the scar where I was stabbed and then shot in the knee. "Or I wouldn't have this!"

     "I was told that you cut and.... shot yourself to help prove they were real to yourself." She frowns and looks away from the scars. I put my pants leg down and glare at her. "Now, when did you start seeing these.... what were they?"

      "They're Creepypastas." I frown.

     "Creepypastas? Okay. When did you first see these Creepypastas?"

      "When Maskie kidnapped me."

      "Err...." She shifts in her chair, uncomfortable. "Maskie?"

      "Yes. He's one of Boss's- I mean Slenderman's proxies. Along with Hoodie and Toby."

      "Wait. Boss's?" She freezes. Writing something down, she smiles a sympathetic smile to me, as if she knew I was crazy. "You... Worked for this Slenderman?"

     "Well, no. But that's what everyone called him. When they addressed him. Otherwise, we called him Slenderman, Slender, Slendy,-" I start listing off names.

     "Yes, that's very nice." She interrupts me. "Now, can you name these... err.... Creepypasta friends you had?"

     "They weren't all my friends. But, there's Jeff, Sally, Jane, EJ, Slender, Ben, Silver, Toby, and some others." I stop. "Why do you want their names?"

     She stops writing and smiles, nervous. "No reason. Would you mind giving this paper to your foster mother?"

      "Sure." I sigh. "Bye."

      I walk out of the door and look around. Nobody watching me. Perfect. I look at the paper and read it to myself. 

      "Call ASAP." I read aloud. "And numbers... A phone number?"

      Frowning, I walk out of the doors and get my foster mom's attention. She looks up from her magazine and snarls.

      "What do you want, brat?" She says. 

     "I'm done." I reply.

     "Took ya long enough." She growls and grabs my hand. "Give me that paper."

     "Fine." I hiss. She reads it to her self and her eyes widen. She looks at me and her eyes get wider.

      "I knew it..." She whispers. "I knew it...."

------------------------------------Author's Note-----------------------------------------------

     Hey guys. No CP's in this chapter. Sorry bros. Anyway, have a cupcake and keep dreaming!