My New Family (Creepypasta x Reader)

~*~Chapter 8- The Bloody Painter~*~

(Y/N)'s POV

I was really bored. There was nothing to do, and all of the boys were fighting. Jane and I decided to go on a killing spree, just because. I packed my daggers into my red backpack and put on my mask. There was a light knock on my door. "Yeah?", I said, as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. Jane's voice echoed through the empty hall.

"It's me! Jane! Ready for the killing spree, bestie?", Jane said. I giggled and opened my door. Yeah. Jane and I really hit it off. We were really close.

"I'm almost ready Jane. Hold on. Let me get something to eat first.", I said, and I grabbed a granola bar. Jane rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm. Wow. She was really impatient. We lept out my window, because why not? We laughed maniacally and ran into town. I saw an art gallery and stopped suddenly. The drawings shown were really good. But... they showed something else besides talent. It was a strong emotion. Pain. I must have been staring for a while, because Jane yelled my name.

"(Y/N)! What are you staring at? Those drawings?", Jane asked. Then she stopped for a moment and looked at the drawings. "Wow... They are really good... Want to... Go in and check them out?", Jane asked. I nodded and we stepped inside. The bell on the door jingled and a teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes looked up. He was sitting at a dark wood desk, and there were many crumpled pieces of paper upon it. Pencils were scattered across the surface, and he was in the midst of the mess.

"May I help you, ladies?", he asked. He looked up at us, and we shrugged.

"We just wanted to look at our art. It's really nice.", Jane said, and she looked around in awe. He smiled and put down his charcoal pencil.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm right here. Stay as long as you want to.", he said kindly. And then he went back to his work, making beautiful swirls with his simple black pencil. Jane left me and went to look at the couple drawings, while I stayed behind and looked at drawings of simple, every day objects. The guy walked up to me and chuckled. "Do you like them? I tried my best.", he said, and he fiddled with his hands.

"Are you kidding?! These are amazing! I can't even draw a stick figure, let alone shoes or vases or normal people!", I said, and we both laughed. Jane came over and stared at us.

"So, I'm guessing that you two are friends, right?", Jane said, looking at us as we laughed our butts off. She chuckled.

"Yeah... Hey... Your mask... It looks like the killer (Y/N)'s. Are you (Y/N)?", he asked, suddenly very serious. I gulped and looked at Jane. She was frozen in fear. What were we going to do?

"I'm a huge fan! I'm the Bloody Painter, or Helen Otis. Nice to meet you.", he said, and we shook hands. He smiled a warm smile at me and Jane, who was still frozen in fear. I laughed out loud, and Jane and Helen soon joined in.

"So... We have a group called Creepypasta. Do you want to join?", I asked. He nodded eagerly, and Jane and I exchanged smiles. I motioned for him to follow Jane and I. The sun was setting as we walked back to Slender Mansion. When we got there, I sighed happily and Jane grabbed Helen's hand. "Don't be scared of my dad. I'll make sure that he doesn't kill you", I said, and Jane and I laughed, and he smiled nervously. "Dad! We're home!", I yelled, and Slenderman appeared in front of us. The other pastas looked at us, and they frowned at Helen.

"Hey... Who's he?", Jeff asked, frowning. The other boys nodded, as if they agreed with Jeff. I sighed, and Slender sent me a mind message.

Who is this that you have brought to our beloved home, child? You know the rules of my household...

I chuckled at everyone's perplexed faces and Helen smiled weakly. "This is Helen. Or the Bloody Painter. He wants to join our group.", I said. Everyone debated this for a moment, and I saw Slender nod, after reading Helen's mind. I smiled eagerly, and everyone groaned, knowing what had happened. Helen was now a true part of our family. Jane and I high fived. I was so excited to show Helen his new room!!!

"Helen, come see your new room.", I said. I really wanted to get him away from all of the other pastas... They looked like they wanted to kill him for some dumb reason. I shrugged in my head, and Helen followed me closely as I walked up the creaky wooden stairs.

"I don't think they like me very much... And your dad read my mind! I know that that's what he does, but it felt weird... My mind went all... well, weird!", he said, and I laughed. Helen was being hilarious right now.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to them, and they'll get used to you! And here's your room... It's not much, but ya know. We got a lot of pastas here.", I said, as we reached his room. I pushed open the door, and it revealed a room, full of art supplies.

Helen's POV

(Y/N) said that my room wasn't much, and I guessed that the room was going to be tiny. I was okay with that though. But when she pushed open the door, I gasped. The room was huge! Expensive art supplies resided on a dark wood desk, and my bed looked huge and fluffy.

"I-I it-it I-I", I babbled, trying to say actual words. Great. She must think that I'm some sort of idiot now. Why do I have to be so... I DON'T KNOW! SUCKY?

"Is it really that bad?", she asked, and she bit her lip and looked away. "I designed it especially for you... Sorry...", She trailed off, and I waved my hands.

"NO! IT'S AMAZING! I... I JUST NEVER HAD A ROOM THIS AWESOME! DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA!!!", I yelled. Her face lit up, and she grinned at me.

"Really? I just tried my best, you know...", she said, and I hugged her tight, and I felt her stiffen. Oops. WHY DO I HAVE TO MESS UP EVERYTHING?!

"Oh! Sorry...", I said, and I blushed. She laughed, and fiddled with her sweater. I slowly went into my room. She got the idea, and left without another word. Yeah, I think I upset her.

(Y/N)'s POV

Everything was so awkward! Helen didn't say a word when I showed him his room, so I assumed that he hated it! So then I made him all upset, and now I feel bad, isn't that just great. I flopped down on my red and black bed, and groaned. Life was so hard.

A few minutes later, I got up and changed into my pajamas. It was getting late anyways, and I didn't feel like killing, so why not go to sleep? As soon as my head hit my fluffy pillow, I fell into a deep slumber.