Time Turner

~ Chapter Seven ~

~ Chapter Seven: A Bedroom, A Weapon, A Word For Payback.

October 25th, 2015

~~ Piper Aphrodite Rogers ~~

A soon as Toby had finished showing Piper around, Slenderman had led her to her bedroom.

The mansion was way bigger than it actually seemed to be. Ten feet above ground, twenty feet under. It was a huge surprise the air pressure didn't crush the killers living underneath, apparently air pressure didn't affect the immortals. There were plenty of immortals, and plenty of mortals. Most of the mortals didn't go below six or seven feet, which, really seemed to suck considering the fact that all the fun was below eight feet. Some of the mortals contained of kids who were around Piper's age or younger, very few were older.

" - Is out in the woods, preventing the humans from finding the manor."

"And if they do find the manor?" Piper questioned.

" Well, that would depend on their strength. If they are too weak, we get rid of them. Most of the Pastas are quick to get rid of them before our existence is exposed to the world. The strong ones, we study for a while. We study their fears. their weaknesses, their strengths, etc. If we believe them to be strong enough, we bring them here and train them to become one of us. Sometimes, however, they are not as strong as we had thought. If not, we make them a servant or we kill them."

"So, what if the mortal was born into the Creepypasta world? Do you kill them or turn them into a servant, too?"

"Most of the time, yes. We do get rid of them. However, if we decide they are possibly important to our future, we erase their orgin, and wait for their necessary time to become a killer. To prove themselves worthy of the Pasta world, they offer to complete missions for the immortal they wish to be proxied under. For example, if someone wishes to become your proxy, they would ask you the blessing of a quest. And you decide what they must do. However, some pastas prefer to keep them a servant who brings them meals and cleans their belongings."

"Do you have any servants?"

"I have proxies, not servants. As for you, child, you were born into the Proxy Life. Not randomly brought in fresh from the Mortal World, with Mortal Blood."

"I have mortal blood, it comes out red like all the others."

"Have you taken a closer look in the light, child? Or, have you ever wondered why your flesh does not rip as easily as the other mortals? That would be because you were born an immortal, you were born through the genes of immortals. Now, I would like to explain to you more, however, I've got a few things to complete. For now, welcome to your bedroom, child. Your Mother had designed and decorated only a year ago, incase you became one of us."

Slenderman stopped in front of a turquoise blue door with a silver doorknob. Her name had been nicely painted in cursive in a white color, along with silver glitter tracing the white letters. She twisted the knob, lightly pushed open the door, and took a step in.

Like the bedroom door, the walls were painted Turquoise Blue. The bed was rather large. The blankets and comforters were blue and white zigzag strips with white and blue pillows. Two glass doors led to the balcony, which, had black curtains pushed to the sides. On the left wall, was a white door which led to a walk in closet, another door was beside it, leading to her own bathroom. On the opposite wall room from the bed, was a flatscreen TV hanging on the wall, with a white polished dresser below it. The floor itself was covered in a fuzzy white carpet.

On the right wall, weapons lined up, ranging from largest to smallest from bow and arrows, to swords, to hatchets, to hammers, to scissors and to knives, each had it's own design on the handle with one word carved into each.

Karma.