Creepypasta Dad Scenarios

meeting masky and hoodie

(Ok, I'm doing them both in the same scenario things cause, it'll save my lazy ass from more work;3)
(WARNING: CUSSING AND TRIGGER! Don't read if not want to blah blah, but if ya feel like bein a little rebel, be my guest!)

(7 years old)

I sat up from my bed, stretching and yawning, i kind of reminded myself of a cat almost. I went to my lone mirror and looked at myself through it. Yeah there was a big ass crack going through it, but hey, it still works.
"(Your name)! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" One of the owners of the establishment yelled. I'm 7 and you wonder how I know so many cuss words. Sheesh. So, back to my features, from what I can see, my hair looks like a mess right now, but I just smoothed it out with my fingers, showing boring straight blond, almost white hair. My crystal blue eyes looked dull and tired, yearning for more sleep, I mean IT'S FUCKING 12:00 AT NIGHT! sorry bout that, I'm bipolar, hehehe. So back to my face. I have fairly pail skin, but eh, I'd call it natural. I also have freckles, yayyyyyyyy, I honestly don't know actually. So that's pretty much it, and if your wondering about clothes, I'm just wearing an oversized t-shirt that has a label with a bear? Or something, all I know is that he wears the cutest hat and tie, so I'm going with it. And I'm wearing shorts that are barley visible under the shirt. So yeahhhhhhhhhh.... "(Your name) GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" ms. Meanie pants screamed at me. "FINE, HOLD ON, I'M TRYING TO EXPLAIN MY FEATURES!"
I screeched back, annoyed. "YOUR WHAT?" she replied, only to get one answer outta me, "I DON'T EVEN KNOW!"
Alright, I'm just gonna haul ass down the stairs and go probably get a long ass speach or instruction from ms. Grumpy farts, seriously, I don't need it. I bandaged up my sore and torn up feet, I hate being a ballet dancer, by force. Having ballarina feet isn't fun (I DON'T recommend you looking that up). I looked at my outfit and just said "fuck it, they gonna have to just deal with it." Before walking/limping downstairs.
I sighed as I grabbed a plate of mush and just threw it in the garbage, I'm NOT eating that pig slop! The two woman looked at me in disbelief, "I thought we taught you better that that (your name). Your supposed to eat the food, or at least try it. That just disrespectful, extra practicing tonight, no dinner!" Mrs. Garbage said scoffing. "Bleh, it's not like I was gonna eat that slop anyways lady." I retorted back mock scoffing just to get her annoyed. She looked at me in disgust before going back to cook the two women their five star meal. Now that's just rude, I'm practically starving myself at this point, give me food, and I'll either gobble it down in a heartbeat, of spit it back up. Yeah, that's how serious it's gotten.
So now I'm back in my plain dusty old room, going through the thousand year old wardrobe, "I wonder if I should look for Narnia again?" I asked myself jokingly. Hahaha! Years of torment still haven't put out my sense of humor. And if it does, I might as well kill the two devil spawns. HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm not kidding.
Welp, time to put my death tutu on, but I don't want to, I'm TUTU tired to practice! Hehehehe, arn't I funny. Well, I guess I gotta put it on anyway.

Time skip of dressing up For death

I have my little outfit on right now, and my KILLER ballet shoes on, and let me just say, my owners from hell, are the complete definition of BITCHE! THEY HAVE BEEN MAKI NH ME PRACTICE FROM 7:00 IN THE MORNING, TO 9:00 AT NIGHT! I swear I'm about to pass out, lord just kill me now.

I actually did end up passing out after all, wow. They just beat me and slapped me around a little, but nothing as bad as last week, *shivers* geez, I never thought that they'd go 'that' far. But anyway, I actually just heard a window open, and like a dumb person, I'm gonna go check it out.
So, sneaking around the old theater for a bit, I found out that two weirdos are here. Yippee, one is wearing an orange hoodie, with black jeans, but I can't see his face, so, oh, and he also has a rusty drain pipe, awsome!
The other is wearing a yellow, mixed with cream color looking jacket. It looked pretty cool, he was wearing some blue jeans, and he also seemed to be wearing a mask and had chestnut brown hair , that is also cool. And I couldn't see the others hair cause of his hood, I'll call him hood man. And I'll call the other mask dude, "PERFECT!" I said aloud, "oh fuck I'm stupid." I said aloud again, "fuck" "wait, god Dammit!" I said, "why can't I keep my moth shut?!" I told myself.
I actually didn't notice that the two dudes were listening to my rant. One was trying not to laugh, while the other was face palming. " Oh! Hey mask dude and hood guy, the bitches are in the room straight and to your left, don't hold back please." I said to them, smirking as I walked/limped away. They seemed confused, but went with it and followed my directions. I went back to my room and layer on the old bed, reading the only book I could find, a cookbook. WHY THE FUDGE MUST IT TEASE MY SO MUCH!?(T^T)
I'm learning to make this thing called, cheesecake, it looks and sounds SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD! I then heard the two woman's screams rip through the air, ah, music, sweet, sweet music, they sound horrible, just like their faces.
I heard the footsteps of mask dude and hood guy come closer to my room, but I didn't freak out, eh, if they kill me, they do, if they don't, well fuck me then.
As if they were reading your thoughts, the masked dude said " no, we arn't gonna kill you, but don't you have a mouth for someone so young don't cha?" He said, I could tell he was smirking cause his mask lifted up a bit, cool. The other was very silent till he just said a random question, " w-why are y-you reading o-on how t-to make cheesecake?" "Oh, it's the only book I could find and it looks so, good, ya see, not to bore you with my boring history, but I haven't eaten in forever, not since those things forced me to eat that Nasty ass pig slop! Oh, and to answer your question about cussing mask dude, I learned from those he worst." I said like nothing was wrong. The two guys looked at each o th er in disbelief after those hehe heard it. "You mean to tell us, that you've never had cheesecake before?!" The mask dude asked. "Nope." I said putting my hand under my head to it can lean on it. "You are coming with us." The hooded guy demanded, without stuttering.

And I could tell that my future life was gonna be.... interesting!