Creepy As They Get ( Creepypasta x reader )

Part 9

  The creepy house made it hard to sleep, as the sounds creaks and cracks echo throughout like trapped souls running in its walls trying to break free. While you managed to pass out with the pain on your shoulder, you were now too alert to keep sleeping. So after a lot of debate, you decide its safe enough to explore a bit; seeing that since your life is now Slender's, so maybe no one will try to harm you.

You slowly creak open the door to your room, and peek into the dark halls; no one in sight. Slowly, you walk through hallways, you know that next to your room is Masky's and Hoodie's. Opposite to them is a bathroom, the sink inside lightly dripping in a small rhythmic chant. At the other side of the hall is Slender's study, you made a guess that most of these other doors are rooms. What confirms this is a room in another hallway to your right; the door reading "Ticci Toby."

You head to the stairs, fearing that you might wake up of those whom are sleeping upstairs. The place is bigger than imagined, yet it feels just like any other house, if those houses were abandoned and left in the care of killers. After checking out the many hallways of the lower floor, you decide to relax in the living room for a bit. Your shoulder draining your energy with its annoying dull pain. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep again.

You wake up to static on the TV, you groan in annoyance, staring at the TV in confusion, then realize you fell asleep. From the looks of it, it's almost sunrise. The static stops, and a game turns on with the message. "Wanna race, Doll?" the messages flashes, waiting for your reply. "What... Ummm... sure?" you answer with a puzzled look, not sure how to take this.

The screen goes black suddenly, you stare at it with confusion. The screen remaining blank, then rapid text and glitch like images pop on. The color green illuminating the slightly, dark room, a computer like beeps pushing quietly through the speakers. The screen starts to shake and a hand reaches out. You star wide eyed at the TV, soon a person pulls out of the screen in an unfathomable manner. Ben steps down out of the TV, stretching and yawning.

"Oh... it's you Ben... do... you sleep in the TV?" you say, as he gathers some controllers. "Hahaha Nah, I just like going into video games at night, since I don't need all that much sleep." he says with a smirk, He walks over you, giving you one of the controllers.

"Oh." You softly reply, grasping the controller. You wince a bit, forgetting about the painful mark. "So, I guess you're the only one that can do that, right?" you ask, trying to make small talk, avoiding drawing attention to your new wound. "Well No, a few others can, Herobrine can too, but he doesn't like me much. Says I get annoying or something.... I think he is just jealous of my awesome looks." he says, and laughs to himself. "Oh cool, I suppose." you say as you concentrate on the game that's just started.

Ben scoots closer to you, making you feel a little uneasy. "I see you made a deal with the devil...well so to speak." Ben says monotony, brushing your (h/c) hair out of the way softly. He starts down the mark, then gives you a small, flirtatious, yet sinister grin.

"Yeah..." you say, shying away from his touch, worried he would try to touch it. "Don't be like that." He says, still looking away from the screen, yet somehow it managing to keep on the road. "Could you not....I mean why are you being such a creep? Can't you just act your age?" you say with anger in your tone, not really realizing what you just said.

"Act... my age?" he says softly, his head hanging down "ACT MY AGE! OH, EXCUSE ME FOR NOT ACTING THE AGE I LOOK!" He yells, standing up from the couch, the room starting to shake a bit. The TV glitching with his voice, the controller in your hand shocking you. "I ONLY DROWNED AT THE AGE OF 12! AND HAD MY VERY EXSITANCE PLACED INTO A VITRUAL GAME! SO SORRY IF I SO HAPPEN TO COME OFF AS A BIT UNSOCIABLE, UNCOUTH OR PERVERTED. HOW WOULD YOU ACT IF YOU DIED THE WAY I DID!" He continues in rage, his appearance turning from his normal bleeding eyes to that of a man that looked like he came out of a polluted lake.

With all that said he turns, and phased into the TV with a shock. Everything becomes calm, except for the TV which starts to leak water. You're at a loss for words, not knowing what just happened. "Great, I wanted to play next game." a voice comes in near your right ear, making you nearly jump as a wide eyed pale face is standing behind you with a cup of coffee.

"Hehehe. I see you fell for Slender's trap." Jeff chuckles, nodding at your mark. "Wha- trap?" you mumble, reaching for the mark. "Oh, and don't worry about ben. He'll calm down in a few hours and be back to normal. He... he still just has some regrets from his death. It's one of those touchy subjects." Jeff shrugs, and sits down on the couch, you scoot a bit from him. "Gezz Calm down, I'm not going to kill you....anymore... Slender would have my neck if I did. Otherwise I would of put you to sleep, when I was standing behind you." he chuckles, his words not really comforting you.