Creepypasta X Reader Canis Lupis

Chapter 6

A/N DID YOU MISS ME? No? Aw, you're so mean. Why do I do this stuff for you guys? ... That's right, you better apologize. NOW ONWARDS!!!!

(3rd Person POV)

He approached the couch quietly, not intentionally, it's just that everything he does is quiet. He stopped right next to the couch, looking down at you. You body moved the slightest bit with every breath you took, but other than that, you didn't move a muscle.

Why did Masky have to put you in HIS favorite spot. EJ growled in distaste.

He pulled you out of your ball-like state and laid you out on the couch. He swept the hair out of your face to examine the bruise on your forehead. It was fairly small and light, but he saw how big that rock was, so either you healed really quickly, or Masky didn't throw it as hard as he could. He opted for the latter.

He looked at all the small scratches covering your body, and decided they didn't need any attention. They were too small and shallow to get an infection. They barely even went more than skin-deep. He eyed your dirty nightgown, knowing what he had to do.

He sighed and picked you up, slowly slipping the nightgown over your head. He set you back down gently and threw the nightgown on the floor. He almost laughed when he saw your bright pink undergarments, but stopped when he was surprised by what he saw.

Not only could he see your ribs, he noticed a rather large, dark bruise covering almost half of your stomach, then trailed up to just below your bra. It took the shape of a shoe.

He remembered kicking you back into the ring when you tried to escape. He had fully been intending to crush your ribs. Maybe this was from him? He shook away the guilt and winced, imagining how much this was going to hurt you.

EJ gently set his hands higher on your stomach, and you flinched. He began to press down harshly as he searched your ribs for any irregularities, making sure they weren't broken. You whimpered and tried to squirm away, making it harder for him.

He pinned your legs down with his knee and pushed your shoulders back into the couch with his left arm, making you whimper more. He searched your ribs with his left hand while he pinned you down. Tears poured down your face, even though you had no idea what was happening in your little dreamworld.

He finished, satisfied that none of your ribs were broken. You didn't seem to be bleeding internally either, but it was nearly impossible to tell without the proper equipment. Once you calmed down, he lifted his knee, and to keep his balance, he leaned on his right arm.

You squeaked as your shoulders were pushed farther into the couch. EJ hesitated and took his arm off your shoulders before lifting you up. Just to the left of your shoulder blade was a long gash.

EJ cursed as he examined it. He gently set you down on your side, making sure the couch wouldn't irritate it any further. He stood up straight and walked off to the bathroom to retrieve some supplies you would need.

Just after he left, someone else came in. Laughing Jack had come down to watch some T.V., but LJ got something a bit different than what he wanted.

The second he stepped in, his eyes landed on the girl in nothing but bright pink undergarments. He paused for a moment, just staring, before he backed out of the room without a word. He walked upstairs and down the hall before going into his room and staying there for the rest of the day. T.V. was overrated anyway.

Why was there a strange girl in pink underwear on the couch? The world may never know.

EJ came back in with a wet rag, antiseptic, and a roll of bandages. He looked around suspiciously before kneeling next to what was now your couch. He wiped down the gash, cleaning off the smears of blood. He put a generous amount of antiseptic on his fingertips before smearing it across your back. The muscles in your back shifted as you shivered when the cold substance made contact with your skin.

He chuckled at the weird way you squirmed before pulling a small length of bandage from the roll. He wrapped it around your shoulder before splitting the end in half, tearing it with his unusually sharp teeth. He wrapped the ends in different directions before they met, and tied them tightly.

He stood up and looked down at his work, satisfied, before turning to head out. He stopped before he could even take the first step. He turned back around to realize you were definitely missing something.

He glanced at the nightgown lying on the floor. It was torn in multiple places, and the once white fabric was smeared with dirt and blood. He sighed and pulled his hoodie off, being careful not to knock his mask off in the process.

He leaned back over you and lifted you up, slipping the hoodie over your head and down your body. It definitely didn't fit. The sleeves went well past your fingertips, and the bottom easily covered most of your thighs. It made sense, it was almost too big for EJ in the first place.

After making sure you were covered up, he knelt down and grabbed your nightgown, examining it thoroughly. It was a bit too small for you, and there was a tag on the inside seam that had faded marker on it. It said (y/n).

"So that's your name. Well, this is just to make up for what I did to you earlier. Don't expect anything else from me, (y/n)." He stated coldly before standing up and and slinging the nightgown over his shoulder.

He hurried to his room, feeling exposed in his dark grey v-neck.

(YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I'm back where I left off! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Beat that technology, you stupid prick!!!!!)