Always Watching (Creepypasta BxB)

A boy named Jeff and the fucking bear

I woke up the next morning with a pounding head ach. Slender was trying to talk to me all last night, saying he was going to kill me unless I answered him.
-last night-
"You fucking Moron," he growled into my ear as I rolled over on the cold rock floor. "You can't ignore me forever, I fucking own you!"

I struggled hard not to think of anything to show weakness. It hurts so much but I have to stand my ground. But why? I mean, I know it's stupid since he can and possibly will kill me. Im basically dancing with death right now.
I'm just stubborn.

I started thinking about my mother. I don't know why but she just came to me. She wasn't always a bad mother, actually when my dad was living she would sing to me. We had a piano in the room and she would just sing and sing and sing until I fell asleep or she was hungry. She was great.

Then finally it stopped. I didn't know why or how, but he just stopped talking to me. I knew he was still ranting because he wouldn't just stop midsentence.

I have to write this down.

I shuffled to the wall and grabbed a rock that had fallen off when I was still at the stage of escape. I scraped the wall and wrote
'Mom's song' and then passed out right there. Thanking mom for this sweet release.

-flashback over-
My eyes trailed the room in disappointment, I really hate it here.

Especially after last night. I was used, I feel so dirty. I liked it...

I can't be thinking about this now. I have to forget about it and keep working. That's all I can do anymore. Work. Eat. Sleep. Wake up. Work harder. Wait for him to finally take me to deaths ball. Like Cinderella, only without a prince and I can't run away at midnight.

Yep. I'm really tired if I'm thinking of Cinderella.

Whatever, I'm to busy to be sleeping. Maybe I can get my mind off of it. I really hope.

I grasped the cold handle, bringing it open expecting to see Slenderman. But I just saw the little girl from last night, she held the raggity bear that hand lazily from her chest. This little girl looke exactly like the painting, bear and all.
She looked nervous and shifted from side to side. I can't for the life of me remember her name.

"What's your name baby?" I asked, knowing that she actually helpped me last night, but I hated her, cause she reminded me of ot.

"Sally...your name is Chanson right?" She asked with a sweet voice I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah baby girl." I whispered.

"Slender said that I have to watch over you today. And you have to do anything I say." She said proudly

"And what if I don't?"

"Your in a house full of killers and I hold your fate." She threatened making me out my hands up as a sign of I wouldn't fight her. For a little girl she is pretty evil.

She held out her hand and I slowly held it, this weirdo tiny chick. "So what should we do first?" She asked.

"I need to take Smile out for a walk and do the laundry and then fix the windows by putting new windows in and then fix the floor boards for the deck and-"

"That's boring. Just okay with me." She said with a bored expression. I would of argued but fuck she's right. She holds my 'fate', and I'm not gonna die because of a little brat. So I smiled and nodded. "Whatever you say." I said as she took me to her room.

40 minutes later

It was my first time on the second floor and I immedietly wanted to be back in the basement. The young girls room was a bright pink, cluttered with toys and art things made for a little girl. Basically a classic 6 year old girls room.

My face was red with makeup that she was way to young for. She put some red shit on my eyes and purple on my lips, then some black on my cheeks.
She pulled my curly hair up into knotty braids and forced me into high heels.

I hate my life.

I wanted to strangle this brat but she'd kill me first.

Sally's stomach growled and she giggled. "Stay right here. I'll go get more cookies. You watch over my bear." She smiled getting up and racing out to get the cookies I had made just before she destroyed me.

I sighed and glared at the ceiling, wondering if I can hang myself with her scarf that was jammed in my shirt to make it look like I had boobs. This is so stupid.

"Fucking hate that kid." I sighed as I crawled over to the dirty bear who was oddly real. "Wow you really need to get cleaned. Your disgusting." I said just as I heard some sort of growl. I shrugged it off and whipped the make up off, taking out the hair shit and throwing off the shoes.

Sally raced in with chocOlate chip cookies on a plate that I had washed last night. "Hey why did you take out your stuff? We weren't done yet." She pouted, but after seeing my expression she let it go and looked around the room. "Where did he go?" She asked. "Who?" I asked looking around with her.

"My bear? Where did he go?"

Where he went. 3rd person POV

The little torn up bear stared at the human who his best friend had made beautiful.

"Fucking hate that kid." The human said, making the bears eyes light up with complete anger but died down just in time for the creature to look at him.

"Wow you reall need to be cleaned. Your disgusting." He said making the bear inwardly growl, wishing that he could kill him. Sadly, Sally told him he couldn't kill this one.

But he knew someone who could.

When the creature was turned the stuffed killer got up and raced down the hall, not any sound was heard just seen.

He knocked on the door rapidly making little noise, but luckily the falling apart door opened.

The boy, with the Glasgow smile named Jeff, was shocked to see the bear without it's owner but didn't really care. "What?" He said, his tone growling with hatred.

"Sally....needs.....help....human....bad." The animal growled with a high pitch voice but was mixed with a small squirrel growl.

Jeff was now on the case. "Human? In the house?" He asked. Slender never allowed humans into the house, even when some of the Creepypastas stole one to be a proxy, they were immediately killed. And if they were hidden, they would always be slowly crazed.

They must be killed on sight.

"Show me."