Creepypastas High (Creepypastas x reader)

Weird kids.....

Finally Art class! (Still don't know his name so I'm just gonna call him 'IDK') seemed to already finish his "c-can I see?" You asked and he showed you, it was pretty creepy, some what looked Iike smiles painted with blood, broken hearts, ect. "Creepy, but I have to admit I like it" you stated and then a smell hit you, it was, blood? You didn't really mind though since you were used to it, you always got scabs and if they were bleeding you'd suck on it, you kinda liked the taste of it as well. You then shrugged it off and he was the next to ask you "oh I've o-only just      f-finished useing t-the pencil, b-but sure, It will l-look worse once I p-paint it" you showed him, you were always better with pencil than paint, pencil gave you the option of more designs and small details, plus if you messed up you could just erase and redo. "I think it's interesting" he told me and I frowned a bit because that's what people say so they don't hurt ur feels. The drawing had tons of hearts but there was one heart in the middle that was broken, one half had bed covered in striped, and the other half with stitches. "Hm, I can m-make it more 'interesting' if y-you'd like" you go and get some paints and a brush then came back over, you were careful to make sure you liked the colors you got and the ones you mixed then started painting it.

*Next day, skipping to artclass*

You finally finished painting your soul "t-there, wait I n-need some r-red" IDK gives you some red paint but it was a dark shade and smelled like blood "p-perfect!" as you put on the finishing touches you got some of the red paint on your fingers so because your weird you licked it off instead of useing a napkin. And surprisingly it tasted good unlike paint until, "I-is this, b-blood?" You asked him the looked at IDK. He smiled "the best their is, I got it myself", this scared you, how did he, Why did he have blood in a paint jar thing!? You smiled back "tastes nice" but on the inside you were freaking out, he raised an eye brow "you actually like the taste?", you shrugged "why n-not". He knew you weren't a creepypastas, yet, anyways, so IDK was supprised about the fact you liked the taste of blood. Course you didn't even know that this was a creepypastas school so you just thought it was a school with problems.