Creepypasta X Reader Canis Lupis

Chapter 1

A/N Yes, I am stupid, which is why I'm asking that you take caution in reading this. It's full of grammar mistakes and dumb ideas.

(Your POV)

'This is me. I am a wolf. Well, not really. The other me is a wolf. Well, not the other me, but the me inside me. Wow, this is confusing.'

You stood there, looking in the mirror, trying to see the you inside you. Not you you, but wolf you. You saw no evidence of her, the only hint you got was your eyes. They glowed a bright yellow, a purely feral color. (Sorry guys, but I had to murder your eye color and replace it with a phony. I is sowwy...)

You looked away, trying to convince yourself there was nothing wrong with the way you looked. You thought you looked strange, suspicious. In truth, you did look suspicious.

There was no one who could ever be as beautiful as you. Your long (h/c) lashes made your eyes look big and strangely innocent, despite their intimidating color. Your (long/med/short) (h/c) had a healthy shine, and the thick locks were luxuriously soft. (If you don't have any hair, just ignore this part.) Your (s/c) skin seemed to glow in the moonlight softly falling into the room from the hole in the roof. You were a smaller girl, not a twig, but still classified as skinny. Your slender fingers wrapped around the candlestick you had a death grip on, your long nails cutting clean crescent moons into the wax.

You looked up at the hole in the roof. Occasionally a breeze would sweep down and make the flames of the candles dance before sputtering dangerously close to going out. You would have to seal the hole soon.

You walked away from the large full body mirror, hesitating after your reflection disappeared from the ornate wooden frame. You shook your head and continued over to the long dinner table in the middle of the room. You calmly set the candle down and headed to the door, opening it swiftly and silently.

You slipped out without a sound and softly shut the heavy wooden door behind you. You took a quick look around, making sure no one was watching. You ran over to a tree and jumped, grabbing the lowest branch and heaving yourself up. You panted slightly, as you were not the fittest person in the world.

You continued to scrabble up the trunk until you reached the edge of the roof. You pushed off the tree and landed on your butt right on the edge of the roof. Although the gap was only five feet, you couldn't bring yourself to jump it, you were afraid your foot would get caught.

You stood up and dusted off your nightgown. The thin white fabric rippled slightly in the breeze, and the drafts up your body caused to to shiver lightly.

You walked over to the basketball-sized hole on delicate feet. You stood on your tip-toes to avoid the cold, rough material that caused your feet to get sore after standing on it for long periods of time. You stopped at the edge, peering down inside. Your shadow appeared in the patch of moonlight, your hair creating wispy strands of darkness in the silver spot.

You grabbed the waterproof cover folded up next to the hole. You slipped it out from under the rocks and covered the hole. You placed a rock on each corner and stood, taking one last look at it before crossing the roof and approaching the tree.

You froze at the sound of faint voices, slowly getting louder, which meant they were getting closer. You collapsed on the roof, wincing at the loud thud it made. The voices continued, so it was likely they hadn't heard it.

This happened often, but normally, although you could often see them through the trees, they never came this close. The thing was, they weren't normal people. Some of them wore strange clothing, or even masks, while others were extremely deformed. Most didn't even look relatively human.

You crawled over to the edge and peered down, trying to see if they were just passing by, or if they had other ideas.

You flinched when the bushes suddenly parted, revealing two people. They reeked of the metallic substance you hated so much. Well, you may have hated it, but it caused the creature inside you to stir with excitement.

They began talking again, and this time you could make out what they were saying.

"Are you sure no one lives here?"

"No, not really."

"Then why are we here?"

"Because, who doesn't like to vandalize random shit that isn't theirs?"

"What if we get caught?"

"Than we get to have even more fun!"

They both laughed, but you didn't get the joke. Must be an inside joke. You watched curiously as they opened the door, and it gave a loud creak of protest. They tensed before walking in.

Your curiosity vanished and was replaced by a nauseous feeling in the center of your gut. You had left all the candles as they were, and they were new candles. They would know someone had been there recently.

"What the hell?"

"I thought you said no one lives here!"

"That's not what I said!"

"Let's just find whoever was here!"

They both shut up quickly and you could hear them shifting your stuff, and you hear a massive thud along with shattering glass. Your mirror. They had broken your mirror.

"That. Was. Awesome."

"You dipshit! They probably heard us!"

"That's the point. If you heard someone ransacking your stuff, wouldn't you come to stop them?"

"Good point."

The conversation was followed by more thuds and splintering wood. They sounded strong, the way they were throwing your furniture around. You wasted no time in climbing down the tree and peeking in through the doorway,

You nearly fainted at the sight.

Your furniture had been thrown everywhere, your beautiful mirror had been shattered. It was laying face forward on the stone floor, the glass strewn everywhere. The shards glittered in a mesmerizing but threatening way. You cautiously stepped inside, not seeing them anywhere.

You heard noises coming from up the stairs. You ran across the room timidly, getting a few shards of what once was you precious mirror stuck in the arch of your feet. You padded up the stairs and down the hall, reaching your room quickly. Sure enough, the voices were coming from inside.

"These are pretty."

"Very. Let's burn them."

You heard the shuffling of paper, and your eyes widened. Not those, anything but those. They could burn your entire house down, but there was no way in hell they were touching your sketchbooks.

You took in a deep breath and kicked the door open, leaping for the first thing in your path. Of course, with your luck, you had picked the stronger of the two.

"What the hell?! Get it off!"

They shook viciously, strong hands trying to pry you from the toned torso you were clinging desperately to. You reached behind them and grabbed the stack of books behind them before dislodging and sprinting for the exit.

As you ran you heard the strangest thing that had ever reached your ears.

A deep voice bellowed in rage, followed by high pitched laughter. It almost made you want to laugh, it seemed contagious.

Nevertheless, you kept on running, as tempting as it was, there was a certain hint of insanity that resided in the warm laughter.

You ran right out of the hallway and down the stairs. You were running across the main floor when something snagged your ankle.

You fell flat on your face, the books flying from your arms and skidding across the room. You heard a snicker as the cold hand tightened around your delicate foot, squeezing it painfully.