Creepypasta Interactions/Reactions and x Reader

Reunion

As I opened my eyes, the saw a certain monochrome clown. I growled.

"What the HELL have I told you about watching me sleep?!" I yelled, aiming to slap the monochrome outta LJ. He disappeared to the other side of the unrecognizable room. I looked around. High ceilings, comfy couch, tv in front of me, lots of open space. Yep, I'm in hell.

"Is she awake yet?" I heard a gentleman-y voice ask. It was deep, and sounded a bit demonic, covered, but gentleman-y nonetheless. LJ nodded. "Hehehe, yep!" the clown popped the "p" in "yep."

The other guy sighed, walking around the couch so I could see him. I nearly squealed. It was Eyeless Jack. "EJ! I didn't know you were real either! Are all the pastas real? Is Jeff really an asshole? What about Jane? I already know BEN Drowned is a perverted little elf," I said the last part with venom, remembering what happened that one day.

EJ chuckled, sitting a little ways away from me on the couch. "So your a fangirl?" the blue masked male asked. I frowned at him. "I'm not exactly a fangirl, I don't do the whole "romantic fan fiction" crap. I write fan fictions, but they're mostly bloody and shit," I said making air quotes at the designated words. EJ nodded.

"Do you know someone named Alex?" EJ asked. I stared at him. "Y-yeah. She was a little voice in my head," I replied. "He. He was a little voice in your head. Alex has the ability to sound like anyone in his victim's head. He enjoyed your company, but had to kill some other mortals before he could grow too weak," said a new voice,  the owner sat next to me and I recognized him as Masky.

I tilted my head in confusion. "I assure you, Alex was just a separate personality that I slowly became part of, which is why I don't hear Alex anymore..." Masky shook his head. "We'd love to prove you wrong, but good ol' Al isn't here at this moment."

I glared at him. "She isn't a real person! Just a figment of imagination, dammit! And she's a girl! You can go fuck off if you think I'm lying!" I yelled. Then pushed him off the couch. Masky fell, glaring up at me. I gave him an innocent smile, then in my most delirious insane voice I could muster, I said, "WhY sO sErIoUs? LeT mE sEe YoU SMILE!"

That got me a few raised eyebrows and terrified looks. I felt pleased with myself. And felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard a light chuckle behind me.

I froze, my breath literally stopping. "Hello, little Miss Mick-Priss~" said a sort kinda familiar voice. It sounded deeper and more masculine than when I would usually hear it, well, used to hear it.  "A-Alex?" I turned around slowly to come face to face with a boy so cute it hurt to think about anything but him.

He had a brown eye and a hazel eye, brown hair that had a Markiplier flip to it. He wore a simple brown t-shirt under a light grey hoodie sweater, jeans, and black sneakers. Nothing fancy, but still. Cute, he wore that 'I may not be a cool kid, but I can definitely dress like one' look. Like Nick. The adorable bastard. And my crush....And best guy friend. And boyfriend. YES, I STILL HAVE A CRUSH ON MY BOYFRIEND. Shhhhh.....don't say anything.....

Please, just...know what? Go ahead, ask your questions. I'll answer them. :)

I looked at him and bit my tongue. "The one and only," the brunette answered. "Why do you look like Nick?" I asked with venom. He did, and the more he talked, the more he sounded like him too. Alex shrugged. "Just thought it would ease the transition from Over Realm to Neither Realm if you hung around someone you recognized and loooooved~" He came closer to my face, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

I blushed, literally thinking this was Nick, but stopped that thought as I growled. Alex wasn't Nick, he never will be. "What do you mean, "ease the transition"?!" I barked at the anti-Nick. Alex only smiled at me with half-lidded eyes. I pushed the imposter away and growled as I stood. "I am sick of this! This is a trick, isn't it? Your all actors, aren't you?!" I started toward the front door in a furious rage, only to be picked up by Alex and thrown back on the couch.

"What are you doing?! I get it now! Creepypasta isn't real! It's fake, made up, a hoax! I know you all are actors and we're in a tv studio or some shit!" I yelled, I jumped over the couch, this time EJ pulled me back and say me in his lap. He held me there, held me against my struggling and screaming.

"Let me fucking go! Get off!" I yelled, only having EJ hold me tighter. I resorted to scratching him and kicking at him, though it didn't faze him, much. "Micayla!" Alex yelled, he grabbed my wrist, squeezed and twisted it. I gasped out in pain, momentarily halting my struggle. "Listen to me, this isn't a hoax, or a play, or a movie- though you would have done a damn good job at playing the epic heroine- this is real. Creepypasta do exist, you just never see or hear about us."

"And why fucking not?!" I screeched. I want answers. And I want them now. "Because we do a damn good job at covering our tracks," Alex replied. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled. "I don't believe you. What I believe at this moment, is that I'm either dead or in a coma, and this is my own personal heaven or hell," I seethed. EJ sighed, "You have to believe us-"

"NO. No, do NOT start that Peter Pan, cat poster, stupid little quote!" I yelled. I now hate that quote. "My Zalgo, Mickey, SHUT UP!" Alex shouted. He gribbed me by my shoulders, allowing EJ to let go of me.

"You know about us now, you have to stay here," Alex said slowly. I inhaled quickly and stared in horror at the anti-Nick. "W-what?" I stammered. Mr. Nick-lookalike nodded solemnly. "Yeah, you have to stay here. You can't see your family for the time being..."

'No, nononono, this can't happen...they can't do this...please don't let it be true...' my mind screamed. I wanted to really scream, to cry, pull my hair out, destroy something, hurt myself somehow, do SOMETHING to relieve me from my anger, but I couldn't, I was too much in shock to.

"I'm sorry, Micayla...it has to be this way. If it were my decision, I'd let you go home, I know how you'd get when you're forcibly taken away from your family and friends," Alex whispered, pulling me to his chest. And I let him. As much as I despised Alex, and hate him now, I let him hug me and stroke my hair soothingly.

When I thought my life was as bright as a freaking desert, I'm told I can't see my family or friends. My luck is as rotten as milk left out in Death Valley for seventeen years.

"Hey, don't cry," Alex cooed. He wiped my cheek with his thumb. I didn't know I was crying,but I couldn't help it. "I'll talk to Slender about visiting your family..." Masky said. He stood from his seat on the ground and left somewhere down a hall.

"And I'll see if I can get you something to keep you occupied," EJ said and left the living room. LJ just stood in the corner with that shit eating grin on his face, trying hard not to laugh.

I sniffed and choked out a sob, causing Alex to bury my head in the crook of his neck and stroke my hair. I let out another sob, and another. This isn't fair...why? Why can't Slender use some magic or some shit and erase my memories of the CPs?! I'm would be so easy!

Why?

Why?

WHY?!

~End~

I honestly do not know what I was writing....

I decided that Alex should not just "disappear." Nah, I turned her into a he and have made a Creepypasta out of him/her. To get the gist of Alex's CP, listen to The Haunting by Set It Off.

And werewolflovertwenty  , if you are reading this, please note that I love you with all my being and wish I can see you and the others. Tell them I miss them for me. Love you <3

Till next time, my Ninjalings~

~NinjaNerd~