Creepypasta Interactions/Reactions and x Reader

Giggle Fest

First of all, LOVE THAT PICTURE. Second, sorry this isn't an x reader.

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I was cleaning the living room when I heard a knock on the front door. Throwing the dirty towel down the hallway into the laundry room. "I'LL GET IT!!" I yelled and ran to the door, opening it quickly.

No one was there. "Who is is it?" I heard Mom ask. I shook my head. "Knock knock dashers."

"Sure it was. That was our thing.." Mom grumbled and returned to reading- or scrolling through Facebook. Either one, I really don't know, or care. I sighed and was about to close the door when I caught a glinse of a small, wooden box.

Curious, I picked it up and examined the box. Again, as said before, it was small and hard. I mean...wooden. Yeah. Wooden. Hehe...

The box was decorated in little clowns dancing around the perimeter of the box. There were faded rainbows, and wood was chipping. The top of the box looked as if it could open by the metal crank on the side.

Within a second, I figured out exactly what it was and what it contained. Silently groaning, I walked back to my room. I closed the door and locked it; Stdad would have my head. But he's at work, so I should be fine.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the crank of the dreaded music box. A horrible, disgruntled, very off key version of Pop! Goes the Weasel started playing, it took all my willpower nit to smash the box on the wall because the 'song' was cheese graters to my ears (like Prussia's voice).

I set the box down on the table beside my bed.

And I waited.

I waited for the monochrome clown to pop out and start laughing like the homicidal maniac he is.

He's not coming.

"Yes he is. I know he is. Just...wait.." I replied. I stared at the box with intent. Determination.

Speaking of determination, I still need to develop my human character for Undertale, per Sierra's request. Sigh.

Quit your bitching. Something's happening to the box.

Indeed, something was happening to the box. It began shaking, like an earthquake, then..

Nothing.

It stopped.

Don't get your hopes up. Thought you learned that lesson already~~

Alex taunted. I turned away from the box, my back now to it. "Bitch, shut the fuck up. No one asked you. I just thought since the box was shaking, maybe it'll wor-" I hissed, but was interrupted by nearly silent cackling.

"Oh, you silly little girl!" a scratchy male voice said begins me. It was like he didn't use his voice at all. "Talking to your self will make people think you're crazy-y-y. Hehehehe."

Smiling, I turned around, hands on my hips. "Well well well. Look you finally decided to show up to the party?" I seethed. "Took you fucking long enough."

LJ looked at me smiling wide. His black and white color scheme never looked so awesome. I giggled.

"Why are you laughing?" LJ asked quizzically. I stared at him, all fun and games leaving my system. "Give me a reason not to laugh."

He tapped his index finger on his chin, deep in thought. LJ's face was even contorted into deep thought. It was humorous. "I don't know. HEHEHE. NotHING?! HEHEHEHE. HAHAHAHAHA"

I giggled. "I have a feeling the three of us will get along just fine."

Yeah. I think so. Hmhmhmheheehehee...

"Uhhh, Alex...calm the fuck down," I said. LJ looked at me. And I looked at him.

We looked at eachother for what seemed like forever. Unblinking, in silence.

Then, I blinked.

And the three of us erupted into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

~End~

Okay....not my best.

But not my worst.

It's harder writing Alex's dialogue since she hasn't spoken ti me in a really long time. I feel so alone in my own mind. ;^;

Well, also wanted to add updates have been slow for all my books. I'm thinking of deleting "Love's A Game" and use the name for a different story...

"Falling Inside the Black" will be updated when I find the inspiration to finish the chapter...

Thank toy for sticking with me through my nonsense!

Please suggest a creepypasta, as I need more ideas. (There will be a part 2 to this though ;) )

Bai my Ninjalings!