Adopted By Creepypasta

Chapter One: Old Friends, New Beginings

I'm meant to be interviewed today by some old guy... why adopt me when I'm about to be a legal adult in two years? I don't understand some people... I pulled my black and white striped fingerless gloves on up to my elbows... I looked at the old tattered present box on my beat up bed, red and white with stains all over it... I'm meant to open it on the day I'm adopted... the note was tacked on to the top with just your family signed at the bottom. Next to it was my friend Jack's box. As a little girl I grew up with a old stuffed snake I still have today and a black and white Jack in the box... when I was young and lonely I cranked the handle and out popped my best friend. No one believed me when I said my best friend was a clown that jumped out of my Jack in the Box... a couple of the older kids tried to break it but they couldnt... they were found dead I'm the woods stuffed with candy. I cranked the handle till the song came to an end and then Jack sprung out, his long black hair sticking out in every direction and his face paint missing. He must have been asleep.
"Sorry to wake u Jack..."
He groaned and ruffled his hair, " 's all right, love." His husky voice creaked. He was shirtless and barefoot, just in his overalls. I won't lie, I had developed a crush on my old friend... he was very attractive... his pale torso glowed a little in the dim sunlight. I felt a blush creep into my face as my mind filled with some of my fantasies...
I must have been zoned out for a while cuz Jack was snapping his clawed bandaged fingers in my face, "Earth to Cheshie, Earth to Cheshie, get ur head out of the clouds!" He teased. I shook my head and stuck my tounge out. My attitude made up for my height, I was only 5 ft... Jack was 6"5 ft... I still had a Napoleon complex however. I punched him hard in the abs and he let out a soft "oof". He smirked and tackled me onto the bed, tickling the hell out of me. He didn't stop till I bled... this was a slight problem... he kept his hands bandaged to try and keep himself from clawing me up. It sometimes didnt work cuz his claws cut the bandages...
Once he saw he cut skin he backed off, "I'm sorry, lollipop..." he grumbled, his sharp toothy smile turned to a black lipped frown... my smile died too..."It's ok clown boy..."
He sat next to me on the bed and popped one of his black lollipops in his mouth. He sucks on black licorice lollipops so he can stop smoking... when I had my cutting problem he fell into depression too and he started smoking... we made a deal that if I gave up my razors he'd give up his cigarettes. Which we're both still working on our addictions...
"So why'd you call me out of my box at this hour?" He tried to talk with the lollipop in his mouth.
"Its 10:30...A.M."
his eyes widened,"Oh..."
"And I thought u would want to know I might be getting adopted today..."
He jumped up and started panicing...great help Jackie old boy...
He demanded I research the guy or I take him with me into the interview... and que the best friend fighting.
{Time skip to 11:15}
We sat across from eachother glaring at eachother till he flicked my nose and shoved a blue warhead in my mouth. The sharp pain of the sourness pierced my mouth and throat causing my face to scrunch up. He chuckled a little at my expression and popped a lemon head in his making his face pucker, causing a burst of giggles from me. I heard his sharp teeth scraping against the hard candy surface.
"Wanna hang at my place?" He offered, gesturing to the small box sitting next to him.
"Is there room in there for two? It's kinda small..."
"Its like an appartment... small on the outside, comfortable size on the in. Besides... we shrink."
"Oh...ok I guess..."
He took my hand and covered my eyes with his boney fingers. Next thing I knew I felt the hardwood floor disappear and I was thrown into something soft. I opened my eyes and everything was black... till Jack switched on a light. The carpet was a dark purple and the couch was pure white. His clothes were strung across the room. In front of the couch was a home entertainment system, blue ray, large hanging flat screen and an x box. Not bad... didn't think Monochrome liked videogames...
He went around picking up his clothes and tossing them into his overflowing closet.
"You need a wife or a maid at this point... that is ridiculous..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly but it wasn't intimidating... just kinda sexy. He rolled his eyes and shruged. He bounced along down the hall behind the couch and turned into a room. A few moments after some russleing and crashing had been heard he bounced back almost completely dressed except for his shoes and his face was fully painted.
"Want something to eat, love?"
I shrugged a shoulder, still examining his black splattered white walls. He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into the kitchen, plopping me down at the black hardwood table. He had a fairly large kitchen and it reeked of candy, I'm not complaining... Jack made his own candies. He mixed up a magenta colored drink and place it in front of me, winking. "It'll take the edge off."
Jack and I have gotten tipsy together before so what's another drink. I sipped at it and it tasted sweet like mixed berries. It had some of that weird vodka in a skull bottle. I drank it down fast and watched as Jack messed with his candies. He seemed so childish and happy till we heard a knocking...
"Um...Jack... do u normally get company?" I asked quietly. He shook his head and padded out of the kitchen. A few moments after a creaking door was heard, Jack's laughter echoed through the house (if u wanna call it that) and another man's odd but semi contagious laughter. Jack walked into the kitchen arm in arm with a handsome red haired man. His sharp teeth protruding from his mouth. Jack wiped away a nonexistent tear and turned to introduce us.
"Cheshie, this is my old friend Jason. He's a not so imaginary friend too. Jason this is my best friend Cheshire. She and I have been friends since we can remember." Jason bowed in a gentalmanly manner and I bowed my head respectively.
Jason took a seat across from me and kissed the back of my hand.  Jack went back to making his candies and now some tea. I had selective mutisim so I don't really know how to talk to Jason...
"So... Cheshire... I hear your being adopted?" Jason grinned. I nodded.
"Um... what kind of imaginary friend are you?" I asked. His smile grew as wide as mine did,
"I make toys. My name is Jason the toymaker. I come hang out with Jack a lot when Dolly boy won't meet up with me in the toy shop..." he seemed a tad grim at the end of the sentace.
"Dolly Boy?" I asked curiously.
"A friend of ours... he's not well known... his name is Dollmaker. He does as his name suggests."
"Oh... how many friends do you have besides me Jack?"
He stopped moving for a moment...
"A whole mansion full... I lived with them till I heard your call... though how you got a hold of my box is still a bit of a mystery to me. But I'm glad your the kid who got me."
We smiled warmly at eachother.
I checked my phone for the Time and HOLY SHIT IM GONNA BE LATE FOR MY INTERVIEW!!!

after I quickly left Jack and Jason to their business I left and got ready. Black eyeliner, blue eyeshadow on my green eye pink on my purple, fluffy black masscara, straightened my hair and threw on my black dress, black and white striped leggings to match my gloves, and my black leather combat boots. Before I had left Jason gave me a key to his toy shop, a small gold key on a gold chain around my neck. I dashed out the door and into Ms. Pepper's office. She was a bitter brunette with hazel eyes. She was rather plump and rude. As a kid she would beat me. She scowled at me.
"Where have you been?" She spat.
"Um... in my room?" I shrugged. She rolled her eyes and tapped a French manicure finger on her desk, a gesture for me to set my fingers down to be slapped by a ruler. I refused and I asked if my possible new parent was in yet. She snarled and pointed to the door but waped me on the back of my head.

I sat across from Mr. Depp. He was an older man, in his 40s I'd imagine, dark brown hair with a sliver streak running through the front of his hair. Clean shaven, dark brown eyes, but shaky. His brown leather jacket old and worn, his gold ring rusting a bit.
He had a nice smile though, warm and sweet except  his two front teeth overlapped. His voice sounded gruff, like he hasn't slept in a bit.

The interview went well and he wound up signing my adoption papers, though he passed an extra card off to her... I had packed all my things and carried Jack's box with me. Mr. Depp waited in the car for me. I stuffed my luggage  in the backseat and climbed in the passenger seat. I fastened the seat belt cuz the guy seemed like a stickler for safety... after all, he was a retired detective. He works in the office for the detectives now.
"So, Miss Cheshire... you don't seem to have much... would you like me to get you some things that aren't so... well...worn?" He offered. This guy has money? I don't wanna blow it all...
"Hey... I got plenty. I get paid well since I work for two people. One I'm a paper pusher for the cops the other is a wealthy business man." He pulled out a wad of hundreds and my jaw dropped. Holy shit!
"You seem to be the type into places like Hot Topic and Spencers... wanna go there? This isn't even half of what I have." I shrugged, "Up to you, Sir." He smiled and set his GPS for the mall.