Adopted By The Creepypastas [Completed]

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Once I reached the room, I clasped in exhaustion. I laid on the floor with my arms and legs spread out.

Never in my miserable life, have I ever ran that fast.

I could still hear Jeff calling out my name. I got up and yelled back at him

"What do you want?!"

He poped out of the woods and looked disappointed

"Why'd you get out again"

"What do you mean? I'm in my room, your the one that's behind the fence"

He face palmed himself and stopped arguing with me. I closed the window and laid back down on the floor.

"Uhh, I know I don't run fast mom, but I will get better.... I promise.."

I looked over, under my bed but found nothing...

I stuck my hand in and undder the bed finding nothing again

"WHO THE HELL TOOK MY VIOLIN!!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs. I walked in circles trying to calm down. I inhaled and exhaled. Not really helping

I walked out and went down to the living room to see three or four people surrounding my violin

"What do you think it is?"

One whispered to the other

"It looks like so type of weapon..."

"It doesn't seem that dangerous..."

"Touch it then"

They seemed like little kids looking at a new toy. But once I hear 'touch' I snapped back to reality

"Who ever touches it dies!!!"

They all turned and looked at me

"Who's idea was it to take it?"

No one answered so I said it louder so they could hear me

"Who's idea was it to take my belonging!!!!!"

They all pointed at each other. I knew I wasn't going to get any where if I kept asking these questions.

I just pushed them aside and grabbed it, zipping it up and taking it up to my room.

Once I was half way up the stairs I heard one of them say something

"She is so mean.... she needs to chill down"

I walked down the stairs quickly

"WHO SAID THAT!!"

They all left scattering everywhere. They seemed like little ants. I walked up into my room and pulled it out seeing if anything was wrong with it.

Seems like nothing was damaged as far as I could tell. I played something just in case it was something I couldn't see but hear

I took out the bow and played something off the top of my head, still nothing. I sighed of relief

"At lease they didn't do anything to you"

My stomach was literally roaring of hunger at this point. I didn't have anything to eat yesterday or today.

I laid in bed, in a ball as I was massaging my stomach. My face was planted on the bed and I felt like dying.

"Anyone in here?"

I lifted my head up as far as I could

"Yeah, come in"

He walked in and it was eyeless jack, but in his "human" form.

"Hey, I heard what they did, I'm sorry. They can be childish some times..."

"I can tell"

I said in a serious tone

"Umm.... someday I'll get you to smile, or at least be open with us..."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"To see how pretty you look"

"Good luck.."

I said sarcastically

"Oh, and here"

He gave me an apple

"You haven eaten yesterday or today... so I would like you to have this...."

He left out the room, leaving it cracked open

I looked down at my hand and took a bite at it. It was sweet and sour at the same time, juicy too. Once I finished I through the apple away in the trash that was beside a desk.

I got up, getting bored in that small, four wall room, and headed down to see what I could do.

I saw some guys on the couch playing games, and other in the kitchen. Everone stopped once they saw me.

"What?"

They all went back to what they were doing and I went into the kitchen

I saw a jar of pickles and i grabbed it as everyone in the kitchen looked at me

"I can get some right?"

They nodded and kept starting

'Creepy...'

I said to myself. I opened the jar and took one out and closed it back up, sitting and eating it

"Can you pass me the jar?"

One of them asked, it seemed like it was hoodie, by the looks of his hood.

"Ok..."

I said.

I still didn't understand why a bunch of creepypasta would want a girl like me. And if it was yo kill me, why would they go through the trouble of adopting me

I slid it his way and he tried to open it, but he couldn't. He passed it to a boy which had orange goggles on his four head, pretty sure that was Toby.

But again, he couldn't either. They lastly passed it Jeff. He couldn't open it either.

They looked at each other, dumbfounded, then side it back to me.

I looked at it, them back at them.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Open it"

Toby sturtered, I slowly grabbed it, scared at what they might have doesn't to it while I wasn't looking.

It poped right open and they looked in aw...

"Your all pussies, give me that!"

Jack yelled as he was walking through the door way. I closed it and gave it to him. He struggled to open it

"What the hell?!"

"You all are weird..."

I said as I walked away into the living room

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