Creepypasta X Reader Canis Lupis

Chapter 9

A/N WASSUP?!?! I published another chapter! YAAAAAAY! AUTHOR GOALS!!! I'm kind of running out of ideas, so if you guys could help me out, that would be nice.

Your POV

You woke up in a pleasant manner.  You were comfortable, and warm. In fact, you were so comfortable, you just went back to sleep, shifting slightly.

A chuckle, and the warm 'bed' underneath you moved. You yelped and clung on to the soft fabric you had been laying on.

BEN chuckled more as he sat up. You clung desperately onto his shirt, as if you would fall off his lap and tumble off the edge of the world. Your grip only tightened when he stood up, holding you with only one arm.

Hell, he was stronger than you thought.

"What's the matter, Princess?" He asked cockily, loosening his grip. You grasped at his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, not wanting to hit the floor.

"..." You glared at him as you held on. It was humiliating, and he could tell by the blush on your cheeks. You mumbled something heatedly, which he didn't understand until you spoke up.

"Put me down." You gritted your teeth, finding your position degrading. You wanted to punch him, or kick, maybe even bite him if you got the chance, but you knew anything like that could make him drop you.

"I don't think so, this is too much fun!" He laughed, hoisting you up to get a better grip, loving the thin tights covering your legs.

He crossed the room and opened the door with one hand. He stepped outside before closing the door behind him. He readjusted you, putting one leg on either side of his waist. One hand held you up by your left leg, while the other was placed on your back.

He began to walk down the hallway, and you squeaked as you started slipping. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist without hesitation, thinking there was no way in hell you were falling on your ass today.

You were wary of having your back exposed, after all, BEN was the only one you trusted so far. The others hadn't been that... Welcoming. Although you had only seen one of them.

Why had you liked BEN in the first place? Maybe it was just instinct, or maybe it was a physical feature, you may never know.

He raced down the stairs, supporting you quite well, screaming,

"BREEAAAKFAAAAST!" He jumped the last four stairs, and you became aware of another voice screaming. Your own. You had screamed all the way down the staircase.

You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the moment he would drop you and your head would hit the floor, but it never came. Instead you started whooping, BEN's enthusiasm becoming infectious.

Before you realized it, you had reached the dining room, and BEN had sat down in an ornate chair at the long table, holding you on his lap and refusing to let you up.

You pouted and glanced behind you, squeaking when you saw the teen boy you had pissed off yesterday. He licked his 'lips' and showed off his knife, toying with the blade, and occasionally flicking his wrist, like he was going to throw it.

You blanched, then frowned. You gave him the coldest look the world had ever seen, your yellow eyes hardening and the pupils turning to slits, before you turned away, your (h/c) hair whipping behind you.

You buried your face in BEN's shoulder, smirking when you felt the lidless eyes burning into your back.

You felt BEN's breathing hitch as you nuzzled deeper. You would use this weakness later. It would definitely be useful in time.

You looked around the table again, purposely avoiding 'Jeff's' glare. Not that he wasn't always glaring. You saw only boys. Well, except for the very young girl, whom could barely see over the table.

You shifted in BEN's lap, feeling uncomfortable under their gazes. You attempted to get up again, but he grabbed your waist and dragged you back down again.

"BEN! Come on! Just let go already!" You huffed in an annoyed manner, trying to peel his hands off your ass. He snickered and leaned in closer until his breath hit your ear.

"But I thought we were having fun?" He whispered in a breathy voice. If he was trying to seduce you, it wasn't working. Almost, but not quite.

Finally deciding you had had enough, you pulled back and gave him a cold glare. He smirked again, and this time, you did what you had been waiting to do that entire morning.

You slugged him in the face.

The chair toppled backwards, and you went with him. He ended up splayed across the floor with you sitting on his thighs.

You stood up and dusted yourself off, laughing to yourself. You picked the chair back up and slid it back next to the table. You sat in it, placing your hands on your lap and looking around the table for reactions.

The girl was giggling, a strange clown was laughing, and quite a few looked shocked. Of course there were a few with poker faces, mostly because they wore masks.

You leaned over the table, staring at the three sitting next to each other.

One in an orange hood, on with a white feminine mask, and the last the one with the blue mask. You looked at the last one's jacket, and looked at yours, confirming it was one of his.

You stood up and slammed your hands on the table, palms down. They all startled at your outburst. You glared at the three, who simply looked back in an uninterested manner.

"Do you three always wear masks?" You asked loudly, demanding their attention. Only one responded, the orange one. And he merely nodded his head.

"So no one has seen your faces here?" You asked in a confused voice. If they couldn't trust their own comrades, maybe they were worse than you thought, and you would have to work harder to escape.

There was no reply, and seeing you weren't going to get any more answers, you sat back down.

You glanced around the table one last time, noticing an empty seat, as if on cue, a loud cacophony reached your ears.

"WAFFLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"