Full Surtures/Patchwork Rikki series (origional)

Sutures: Book 1

"Thread!" I ordered my brother.
He handed me a spool of black thread. "Thread."
I quickly threaded the new twine in my needle and continued to sew up my latest project. This was going to be my best one yet!
"Pin cushion!"
I was handed my banana pincushion by my other brother.
"Banana."
I stabbed the banana with the two pins I pulled out of my creation. I was really pleased so far. He was perfect! It just needed one final thing.
"Zipper!"
The boys grabbed it at the same time.
"I got it first!" exclaimed the younger.
"She asked me!" yelled the older.
"Just give me the freaking zipper!" I demanded.
They handed it to me in unison.
I sewed in the last piece.
"Perfect!" I cooed. "He's wonderful!"
My brothers looked over my shoulders.
"It's a bear," said the older with a bored tone.
"It's not just a bear! He's my childhood best friend. Just like I imagined. Pin Cushion is just like when I was younger. I always played with him," I explained.
"You mean your imaginary friend from when you were seven?" asked the younger.
"Yes, my imaginary friend," I said reluctantly.
"Boys, go play outside!" called our mom from the living room.
The boys ran out of my room to play with our neighbors. I watched them play on the driveway through my bedroom window.
I began to clean off my desk, throwing the fabric scraps away in the milk crate on my shelf, and putting the extra stuffing back in the bag it came from. Once my desk was clean, it was time to play with my new creation.
"Hello, Pin Cushion!" I chimed.
"Rikki, get ready to go shopping. You need more fabric, right," said my mom, now at my door. She saw my new creation. "What a cute bear. But you should have used the sewing machine so you couldn't see the seams."
"He's supposed to look like this. It's actually a popular style lately," I explained.
My mom rolled her eyes. "Okay. Whatever you say," she replied with an undertone of anger, as if I gave her attitude.
"Thread!" I ordered my brother.
He handed me a spool of black thread. "Thread."
I quickly threaded the new twine in my needle and continued to sew up my latest project. This was going to be my best one yet!
"Pin cushion!"
My other brother handed me my banana pincushion.
"Banana."
I stabbed the banana with the two pins I pulled out of my creation. I was really pleased so far. He was perfect! It just needed one final thing.
"Zipper!"
The boys grabbed it at the same time.
"I got it first!" exclaimed the younger.
"She asked me!" yelled the older.
"Just give me the freaking zipper!" I demanded.
They handed it to me in unison.
I sewed in the last piece.
"Perfect!" I cooed. "He's wonderful!"
My brothers looked over my shoulders.
"It's a bear," said the older with a bored tone.
"It's not just a bear! He's my childhood best friend. Just like I imagined. Pin Cushion is just like when I was younger. I always played with him," I explained.
"You mean your imaginary friend from when you were seven?" asked the younger.
"Yes, my imaginary friend," I said reluctantly.
"Boys, go play outside!" called our mom from the living room.
The boys ran out of my room to play with our neighbors. I watched them play on the driveway through my bedroom window.
I began to clean off my desk, throwing the fabric scraps away in the milk crate on my shelf, and putting the extra stuffing back in the bag it came from. Once my desk was clean, it was time to play with my new creation.
"Hello, Pin Cushion!" I chimed.
"Rikki, get ready to go shopping. You need more fabric, right," said my mom, now at my door. She saw my new creation. "What a cute bear. But you should have used the sewing machine so you couldn't see the seams."
"He's supposed to look like this. It's actually a popular style lately," I explained.
My mom rolled her eyes. "Okay. Whatever you say," she replied with an undertone of anger, as if I gave her attitude.
My story does not begin with my bear, or free fabric. My story begins that night, in my dreams.
My dreams started with me in a cornfield on a dark night. I heard the scream of a young boy in the distance, and I did the smart thing and began to run in the opposite direction. Another child screamed, this one a girl, and it was closer. I kept running, my bare feet hitting every twig and rock, and corn stalks smacked my face as I ran. Another scream, even closer. A last scream came from seemingly inches away.
Then, it appeared. She stood tall, higher than the corn. And she was gorgeous! Her jagged mouth and empty eyes instantly hypnotized me. Her expression turned from a scowl to a softer expression.
"Are you not scared?" she asked, the tear on her face moving like a mouth.
I shook my head. "No. You're beautiful! Why would I be scared of you?"
She appeared to smile. She even laughed lightly.
"Why, you aren't here for me to kill you. You must be here to meet me. Slender Man must have finally gotten my message."
I gave her a questioning look.
Slender Man? Where have I heard that name before? Wait...
"You're a Creepy Pasta?!" I asked excitedly.
She held out a hand, which I took. "I'm not well know, but yes."
I scanned her. Her dress with a gapping hole on either side, bandages up and down her arms and legs, and a scythe in her free hand. I quickly covered my mouth when I realized who she was. "No. Freaking. Way." I removed my hands. "You're Scarecrow! Oh, my gosh! You are like the my favorite!"
She became excited. "You know who I am?"
I took a step closer to her. "You are amazing! You deserve more recognition in the fan community! You belong up there with Slender Man and Jeff the Killer."
Scarecrow placed a fist on her hip. "You will do perfectly."
I became confused again. "Perfect for what?"
I didn't know that much about Creepy Pastas, but I knew a little bit, mainly from my brother’s obsessions. I learned the basics so I could talk about it with the boys, but never truly got into it. Now I was learning that all of the stories were true!
Scarecrow looked me dead in the eye, crouching down so our faces were level. "How old are you?" she asked.
"I'm ten years old," I said quickly.
"And what is your name, dear?"
"My name is Rebecca, but I don't like that name, so I tell people to call me Rikki."
"What a gruesome name," Scarecrow purred. "Rikki... I love it." She stood straight up. "Rikki, would you like to learn about the real world of Creepy Pastas?"
"What about my family, and my life?" I asked.
She chuckled. "You're human, so you can only visit our world in your sleep, so you will be back to your life when you wake up."
"In that case, I would love to learn about the real world of Creepy Pastas!"
Scarecrow raised her scythe in the air and quickly swung it, slicing the ground. Where the blade hit the ground, a black and light blue portal thing opened. Scarecrow offered me her hand. "Take my hand and I will show you the most gruesome place in the universe."
I assumed 'gruesome' was her word for 'cool', and I took her hand.
"On three, we jump," explained Scarecrow.
I got ready to jump.
"Three!"
Scarecrow caught me off guard and pulled me down into the portal.
I screamed as we fell into darkness and the air whipped my hair around my face and my too large shirt to flap around my torso.
"Brace yourself!" Scarecrow screamed.
I followed her lead by shifting into a standing position. The space around us suddenly became pitch black and we stopped falling. At least, it felt like it. No. There was no gravity.
Suddenly, the darkness began to pull away from us, like the light was tearing it apart. The light took over and we were in a world of dull and muted colors.
Behind us was a forest; band in front was a giant mansion.
"Welcome to Creepy Pasta Manor!"
A tall and thin figure burst through the front door. He was wearing a black and rainbow polka dot suit and a top hat and had a seemingly drawn on face and was, being legit here, ten feet tall.
"A new member! A new member!" he cheered as he ran up to us. He stopped right in front of us. "It's a girl!" He turned towards the mansion. "Sally, another young girl!" he shouted.
A young girl, maybe seven or eight, with long brown hair popped her head out of a window.
"Ask her if she likes tea parties!" the girl told the giant figure.
The figure bent down closer to me and his face became quizzical. "Do you like tea parties?"
"Uh... Yes," I hesitated.
He smiled and turned back to the girl. "She like tea parties," he continued shouting.
"Woo!" cheered the girl.
The man turned to Scarecrow and tipped his hat. "Good evening, my dear Scarecrow."
Scarecrow giggled. "Good evening, Splendy," she replied.
Splendy? Like, Splendor Man?
"My youngest brother loves you, sir," I blurted. "He has drawings taped all over his walls."
Splendy laughed. "I am quite popular to the younger children." He frowned. "Oh, how rude am I?" He bowed so he was only five feet tall. "My name is Splendor Man. The brother of Slendorman." He straightened and held out a large, thin hand. "And you might be."
I happily shook his hand. "My name is Rikki."
"No no no. That simply just won't do. You need a new name! Human names are boring. Not that I dislike your name! Rikki is a gruesome name, as Scarecrow would say. You need a Creepy Pasta name."
"Splendy," interrupted Scarecrow. "She is a human. I brought her here to see what your brother wants of her. Get this! I was scaring kids in my corn field, like always, and she just stood there and called me,..." She turned to me. "What did you call me?"
"Beautiful?"
"Yes! She called me beautiful! She didn't scream or cry or anything."
"Well, Slendy is inside organizing his library," explained Splendy.
Scarecrow nodded. "Thanks Splendy!"
He tipped his hat again. "Anytime."
Scarecrow led me into the mansion and we were instantly surrounded by the people (and creatures) that were well known for killing. My heart began to thump harder when I realized this. I clung onto Scarecrow's hand for protection. She just pulled me forward.
"Come. The library is in the back," she said.
I trusted her to lead me as my eyes became glued to several faces. Scars, cuts, bruises, burns. There was even a boy with no eyelids and his mouth was cut to make it appear like he had an extended smile.
I wasn't paying attention and bumped into something. I fell down on my butt and looked up to see an extremely pale boy in a gray hoodie with a mask that solely covered his mouth and circular orange glasses.
"I'm so sorry!" I squeaked. His eyes smiled. "It's okay. No harm done!"
He offered his hand and pulled me to my feet. "A little jittery? I know I was freaked when I came here for the first time. But I bumped into Jeff, and he pulled a knife on me. A knife!" He squinted. "Wait a second." He leaned close to my face. "You look pretty normal to me. You human?"
I nodded my head.
"She was in my cornfield and she wasn't scared," explained Scarecrow. She grabbed my hand and we continued to the back.
"Ticci Toby trying to mess with you?" she asked.
"No. He was nice," I whispered.
She laughed. "Sure."
We made it to a door. Scarecrow peeked in. "Hey, Slendy?"
"Yes?" responded a deep voice from the other side of the door. A shiver ran up my spine.
"I'm having a... human... problem," Scarecrow said slowly. She then opened the door fully to reveal a figure similar to Splendy, only he wore a completely black suit, had no hat, and where his face should have been was completely white.
"Oh, dear," he said in an unsure tone. "What do we have here?"
Scarecrow retold the story to him, explaining how I was not scared and how she brought me to the manor.
He sat down at a large wooden desk. "Well, you should know what this means," said Slendorman simply.
Scarecrow huffed. "The problem is that she is... normal." She turned to me. "No offence."
I wasn't sure if I should have been insulted or not. She said 'no offence' so I guess I should have been.
"You use to be normal. I use to be normal. Everyone here use to be normal. It only takes one little action to change them," said Slendorman in a cryptic way.
"You know exactly what I meant!" said Scarecrow, aggravated.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked.
Scarecrow opened her mouth, but quickly shut it.
Slendorman chuckled. "Still a hot headed human on the inside," he teased.
She crossed her arms, nearly hitting me with the blade of her scythe. "Why was she in my corn field if I couldn't scare her?"
Slendorman remained silent this time.
Scarecrow turned to me. "Look, kid. It was nice meeting' you, but I think you should go ahead and wake up."
"But what were you talking about when you said I would be perfect? Perfect for what?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it. Now wake up!"
"But I want to come back. I want to hang out with you and Splendor Man and get to know everyone here. Please?" I begged.
Scarecrow turned to Slendorman, as if looking for an answer. He just shrugged. "You are the one that brought her here."
Scarecrow sighed. "Fine. I guess you can visit from time to time. Though I'm not sure how you would be able to come here without an official Creepypasta bringing you here." She turned to Slendorman once more. "Any ideas, Slendy?"
"Didn't you say that I could only visit you guys in my sleep?" I asked
"Yea. So?" she asked. "That was only to the Hunting Lands. That's were we cause nightmares. But it is impossible for a human to dream directly here. And right now, hundreds of kids I'm supposed to give nightmares are going on without me scaring them. I can't, along with many others, just leave their Hunting Spot to bring you here every night."
"What if we gave her a weapon?" offered Slendorman. "That way, she can access our world whenever she wanted."
'We can't just give some human a weapon."
"We gave Jeff one."
Scarecrow tried not to laugh.
"I heard that!" said Jeff from the other side of the door.
"Fine," said Scarecrow, still giggling.
Scarecrow brought me back out. "I gotta get back to my field, but..." She scanned over the heads and her eyes landed on the girl whose head was sticking out a window earlier. "... Sally will help you get a weapon. Sally!"
The girl saw me and happily skipped over to us with a teddy bear in her arms. "Yes, Scarecrow?"
She pushed me towards her. "I have to finish hunting. Can you go take Rikki here and help her find a weapon?"
"A normal weapon or a special weapon?" Sally asked.
"A special one. After that, wake her up and bring the weapon to her home," ordered Scarecrow.
Sally bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly. "Ooo! You're a human?" she asked me.
I nodded. "Yep."
"No time for questions. I have kids to give nightmares!" And with that, Scarecrow ran out the door.
"Where do I get a weapon?" I asked.
Sally swiveled around and began skipping towards the stairs. "Follow me."
I smiled and followed her up the stairs and to a very dark, almost black wooden door. She pulled a pin out of her hair and stuck it in the lock, then twisted it like a key. To my surprise, the lock clicked, and Sally opened it. She replaced the pin in her hair before going inside. Behind the door was a large room, but it was too dark to see inside. Sally flipped a light switch and I could see the numerous amount of weapons lining the walls and rested on wire racks. Sally pulled me inside and closed the door.
"See anything you like?" she asked.
I was instantly attracted to the swords, being my father's kid. I got a love of swords from him. I pointed at the one that's handle looked like it was made of a bat. "That one looks cool," I told her.
She shook her head. "No." She moved over to the pocket sized weapons. "Since you are a human, you are going to want something small and inconspicuous so your parents won't start asking about a hatchet under your pillow. I learned that word yesterday. Inconspicuous. It means not suspicious. Splendy taught it to me. As I was saying, something small and easy to hide." She motioned at the display case. "I recommend something within this case."
I approached the case and took a look. It was filled with mostly knives and small blades. But those were too obvious. Then I found it.
"That seam cutter!" I exclaimed as I pointed out the seam cutter that had a handle that was covered in thin, antique looking swirls made of a black metal and an extra long blade. "I can easily get away with that one.
Sally smiled. "A fine choice." She opened up the case and handed it to me. "One portal opening seam cutter."
As soon as I got them, I began to use it on the seam of my shirt. The seams busted easily with little struggle.
"And these will just bring me here whenever I want?"
Sally nodded. "And it is so simple to use. Just rip a tear in anything, a cut in the ground works best, and a portal will appear. If you do the same thing here, it will bring you back to where you left. But since you are currently dreaming, you will have to wake up, and I will deliver this..." She took my seam cutter. "...To you when you wake using my own weapon."
"How do I wake up?"
"Like this."
Sally clapped my mouth and pinched my nose.

I bolted straight up in bed, panting, trying to fill my lungs with air.
I slouched forward and tried to steady my heartbeat. I looked around as if to confirm that I was in my room. I checked my digital clock to see that it was just past three in the morning. I covered my face with my hands, and then slid them upward to push my hair out of my face.
"What the actual fudge?"
I thought about my dream. It was so real! Maybe, it was all-real...
Nah! I had just been spending too much time with my brothers. I did honestly want to go back, though. "I can't wait to tell the boys about this," I said as I lay down again.
I curled up in my blankets and closed my eyes in hopes of going back to my dream.
It wasn't even two minutes later when I heard a tap on my window. I didn't think much of it and turned over. Then there was another tap, even louder this time. Maybe a tree branch? Wait. There were no trees in front of my window. I sat up and got out of bed. I creeped over to my window and grabbed the curtains, slowly moving them out of the way. On the other side of the window was a brunette seven to nine year old in a pink dress holding a teddy bear. She smiled and waved at me. I quickly undid the locks and opened my window. Sally climbed into my room and I rushed to close my door and turn on the lights.
"You're real," I cheered. "Oh, my gosh! It's all real!"
"Yep." She pulled out the black metal seam cutter out of the pocket hidden in the folds of her dresses skirt. She held it out to me. "And you are now part of it," she said with a smile.
I took the seam cutter and instantly looked for a place to hide it. I saw Pin Cushion and unzipped his neck, hiding the seam cutter inside, and zipped Pin Cushion up once again.
"Now, no one can know about this. If anyone finds out, Uncle Slendy will most likely have you live full time at Creepypasta manor. And if I were you, I'd want to be able to live with my family, assuming they were better than mine."
I nodded. "I won't tell a soul."
Sally smiled. "Good." She walked up to the still open window. "I should return and tell Uncle Slendy that you are back home with the weapon." She sat on the ledge. "See ya soon!" She than jumped out of my window onto the roof then disappeared into the night.
I grabbed Pin Cushion and smiled. "See ya soon."

Shortly after Sally left, I shut off the lights and crawled back into bed. I knew I wouldn't go back to sleep, but I had a tendency to focus better in my bed. I unzipped Pin Cushion and pulled out my new toy. There was one giant question about all of this on my mind.
When would I visit the manor?
I can't just disappear during the day. My mom would get suspicious. Maybe I could persuade them to leave me home alone during the week when they are both working instead of going to the babysitters. Yes. I would do that. I would just go at night, but I needed my sleep.
I replaced my new seam cutter in my bear and zipped him back up. To my surprise, I actually did fall asleep once again.
Five hours later, at eight thirty, my mom woke me up. She wiggled my shoulder. "Time to wake up. You got half an hour before you have to go to the babysitters."
I instantly became wide-awake. I sat up and looked her dead in the eyes.
"I was wondering if I could just stay home. I can't work on my projects at the babysitters. Maybe I could stay here, alone, and the boys go. I am almost ten. Just another five weeks."
My mom crossed her arms. "I don't know."
"I'll do the dishes and make the boys beds," I blurted.
My mom rolled her eyes. "Fine. You can stay home only if you get your chores done. If I come home and they are not done, you will go back to having a babysitter."
I jumped out of bed and slipped on my slippers. "I'll get them done before you leave."
I ran out of my room and into the room right next to mine. I rushed to make the two twin sized beds, then hurried into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher, and load up the bowls and spoons from my brothers breakfasts. My mom inspected their room and the kitchen.
"Okay. I must go. You know how to make a sandwich. You can have two snacks. I'll be back at four. Don't make a mess." She gathered the boys and led them out the door to the car. I waited for them to be completely gone before I got ready for the day.
I shoveled Cheerios into my mouth and threw on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt; along with my black flip-flops. I pulled out my seam cutter and replaced it with some fiddling material and my serger kit filled with pins, needles, thread, and scissors. I zipped him up and strapped him over my shoulder, then ran around the house, locking everything except the back door. It had to stay unlocked so I could get back in once I returned. I stepped outside, but then remembered that I would probably stay there until after lunch, so I ran back into the kitchen and put a wrapped up ham and cheese sandwich, applesauce, a cup of pudding, and a spoon into Pin Cushion, only leaving room for my seam cutter, which I decided to call Ripper.
I went back outside and stood in the center of the fenced in yard, Ripper in my hand. I crouched down and shoved ripper into the ground, and pulled, tearing a portal into my back yard.
I stuffed Ripper into my front pocket and jumped into the portal.

I knocked on the door of the mansion. I didn't want to just walk in. For all I knew, everybody was asleep.
The door was quickly opened by Splendor Man.
"Why, if it isn't my new favorite human! I see my brother allowed you to return. Wonderful!" he cheered.
My smile only grew. "Hi Splendor Man. Can I hang out with you guys? I have until four to be back home."
He opened the door and motioned for me to come inside. "By all means, come in!"
I skipped inside. "Thanks, Splendor Man."
He shut the door. "That's too formal. Please, call me Splendy."
I giggled. "Okay!"
"So, who have you met so far?" asked Splendy.
"You, Sally, Scarecrow, Slendorman, and I bumped into Toby." I wasn't sure if bumping into someone was considered meeting.
"Then how about we start off by introducing you to everybody?" he offered. "Everyone should be awake, but my brother and I are the only ones out of their rooms before breakfast is ready."
I rocked on the balls of my feet. "Sounds wonderful!"
"Let's begin!" He began walking toward the hall to our left, and I skipped to his side.
Tendrils that matched his suit with bells on the ends came out of his back and knocked on the five doors in the hall. "Introductions!"
Five different Pastas came out, and the only one I recognized was Toby.
"Rikki, meet Hoody, Masky, Toby, Ben, and Jeff."
They each shook my hand.
We went around the house and met about twenty people/thing, and not one of them seemed like a killer to me. They were all nice and seemed to welcome me.
"Breakfast!" yelled Slender Man from somewhere in the manor. His voice echoed and vibrated throughout the house, impossible to ignore.
All at once, creepy pastas left their rooms and gathered in the dinning room, the biggest room in the house. It had a table that fit twenty to thirty people. The room could easily fit my entire family and friends families. I had already eaten, but I didn't want to be rude and just sit in the living room, I sat at the table between Splendy and Sally.
I watched as Sally chugged her orange juice. I felt out of place at the table. There were very few at the table that looked liked normal humans.
"What's your bears name?" Asked Sally.
"His name is Pin Cushion," I told her.
"Would you and Pin Cushion like to join me for a tea party?" she asked.
I beamed. "We would love to!"
She bounced in her chair excitedly. "Oh, I can't wait for you to turn!"
I gave her a confused look. "What?"
The formerly energetic table fell silent.
Sally looked over at Slender Man, as if looking for guidance. All eyes fell on him. Even all the empty eye socket looked in his direction. It was obvious who was in charge around here.
"What did she mean by turn?" I asked him.
He knew there was no getting out of it. He could have teleported out of the room, but I would bug him until he explained.
"Turn as in turn into one of us," he began. "When a human has a nightmare, they are brought to someone that is guaranteed to scare them. We are uncertain as to why, but it just is. There is the extremely rare occasion that a human is not scared, and all of the six cases this has occurred, the human has became someone who is now sitting at this table. The only explanation as to why you were not scared of Scarecrow is that you will become one of us."
I had no idea how to respond to that. Was it a good or bad thing? I had no idea. I was going to be a killer? A nightmare?
"Are you okay?" asked someone I remembered as Ben.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I have no idea."
I imagined myself killing people with a giant version of Ripper, then retreating to the shadows.
I covered my mouth with Pin Cushion. "My brothers would be so jealous." I was now the center of attention. "If becoming a Creepy Pasta means having tea parties and keeping my weapon, I'm all in for it!"
Smiles grew on all of the faces (that could smile) around the table. The table erupted in excited chatter and joy.
For the first time in ages, I felt like I belonged.
Sally and I were sitting at the small floral table in her room. Ben was also with us. We were all covered in fancy hats and boas. I think Ben liked Sally. That was the only reason I could think of as to why he allowed Sally to dress him up.
Pin Cushion sat next to Sally's Mr Bear. I think they liked each other.
Instead of drinking tea out of dainty cups, we drank hot chocolate out of Barbie mugs.
Sally picked up the small pitcher with milk in it. "Would you like more honey in you tea, Benjamin?"
Ben moved his mug closer to Sally. "Yes, but not too much. I'm on a diet."
Sally giggled and blushed slightly, them poured a little into Ben's mug.
"What is it like being a Creepypasta?" I asked out of the blue. "I mean, do you guys really kill people. I'm not a person who judges. I'm just curious."
Ben and Sally gave me blank looks.
"Uh, yeah. Though, I don't know how people learned about us. But when it comes to killing, it's far more complicated than just killing," said Sally.
"Most stories about us are wrong. We never kill just for the sake of killing. Our kills have purpose," added Ben.
I nodded to show I was following them.
"And how exactly does one become a Creepypasta? Do they have to...”
"Nononono!" exclaimed Sally. "The back stories that you read online are true. A few of us are dead, yes. But you can be alive, or at least not have exactly died. Ben, who’s a good example?"
"Take Slendy and his brothers. They kind of spawned from who knows where. Or Jeff. He could technically be considered a human, but he doesn't like to be called one. He never died. He kind of just snapped. Then he was burned and bleached and everything," continued Ben.
"Jeff is a bad example of our whole existence, but he's part of the family. The past is the past," finished Sally.
"What is the point of your existence?" I asked
"We are basically guardian angels," said Toby from the door. "We kill those who have sinned and beyond our help. We also help those who have sinned, but can still be helped, and protect those who truly deserve life. The problem with that is that humans like to jump to arresting people for stupid reasons and punish those who are actually doing good."
"Do people hate you guys for killing, even though you actually have a very good purpose?" I asked no one in particular.
They all fidgeted in their own way. I'll take that as a yes.
"If it makes you guys feel better, I have no problem with you guys. You like me, so I like you. And my brothers are fans. Though I don't think my mom allows them to read your stories. They mainly like your designs and overall characters." I twisted my mug in my hands. "I just want to learn about this stuff so when I turn, I'm not in a frenzy."
Toby chuckled. "A smart one we have here. Now here's a question for you, kid. Do you really like your family?"
I avoided his eyes. "Yes. I really love my family. Especially my brothers."
The three of them busted out in laughter.
"Sure. You are a really bad liar. You are so obvious," said Ben.
"Tell us the truth. We can are skilled at finding liars. A gift you get when you turn," said Sally.
I bit my lower lip nervously. "They're nice."
Toby rolled his eyes. "Yeah. But do you like them? We don't care if they're nice or not."
"Fine!" I exclaimed. "I try to like them, but I'm not like them. My mom tries to find interests between us, my parents are always busy, and my brothers adore me, so they are always around me and it's frickin annoying! I hate them! They try too hard and they don't even let me go to school. They think I'm so fragile due to a small medical problem-"
"Wait. What's wrong with you?" asked Toby.
"What?" I asked.
"What kind of medical problem do you have?" he restated.
I pinched my arm for bringing it up. "Just a minor heart problem," I mumbled. "Dilated cardiomyopathy. I can easily faint or have seizures if startled or work too much. I could die in certain conditions. Basically, one half of my heart is bigger than the other."
"Is it safe for you to be using portals?" asked Sally.
I shrugged. "Probably not. I'm alive, so I guess."
I spent the majority of my day at the manor trying to remember names of everyone and exploring the manor with Sally. But then it was three forty-five, and I decided that it was time to go home.
I was still shocked about that morning. It's not everyday that you are told you're destined to be a killer.
I made a portal and returned to my back yard. I then slipped in through the back door. I went upstairs to my room and searched through my two fully stocked milk crates of fabric, thinking of projects to get my mind off of earlier. I found a really pretty pink fabric that reminded me of Sally's dress.
That's it! I'd make dolls of all the Creepypasta. Patterns formed in my head and my hands got busy. A Sally doll was complete by the time my mom got home, and I was already working on a Splendy doll. But then I looked down at the Sally on my lap and frowned. There was something missing. A face. I pulled my fabric markers out of my drawer and began scribbling. I made two black xs for eyes and a pink curve for her mouth. Much better.
My mom came up to my room. "Hi, sweetie. Where you okay today?"
I nodded, focused on Splendy. "Yeah. I watched TV for most of the time, but then nothing was on," I lied.
My mom smiled, believing me. "Okay. Do you want to stay home again, or do you want to go back to the babysitter?"
"Stay home. The babysitter is boring."
"Okay. No problem. As long as you're not making messes, I think that would work."
I didn't respond. I was too busy stuffing Splendy's head.
My mom must have been really observant, because she looked concerned. "Are you okay, honey? You look upset."
I shook my head. "Nope. I'm just in the zone."
"Okay. I'm just going to start up dinner. I'll call you down when it's done."
"Okay. Thanks."
Then, she returned downstairs. I waited until she was all the way downstairs before rolling over to my bed on my office chair and reached under my pillow. I pulled out a wallet-sized picture of a boy with medium, fluffy hair and green eyes that resembled my own. He was sixteen in the picture.
"What would you do in a situation like this, Theo?" I asked the picture. "What would you do if you suddenly learned about a world of killers and was told you were one of them?"
My brother's face just stared back, his eyes bright, as always.
I sighed. "Thanks for the help."
I placed the picture back under my pillow.
I woke up the next morning, and the house was empty. My mom must have already left with my brothers. I crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I was much more calm that day. If I was destined to be a Creepypasta, so be it.
I found a sticky note on the fridge.
Chores-clean your room
-Clean living room
Well, my room was always clean. First one done! I peered into the living room through the breakfast nook. All I could do was put the boy's bowls in the sink, so I did, then rushed to get dressed and pack up the five creepy pasta dolls I made into Pin, then make my way to the manor. I didn't even bother eating breakfast. Slender Man invited me to eat with them for breakfast and lunch, so I didn't even pack any food.
I jumped into the portal and made my way into the manor.
As soon as I stepped inside, Slender Man yelled that breakfast was ready. I made my way to the dinning room and found a seat between Hoody and Masky. I ate two chocolate chip pancakes and drank a glass of orange juice before joining Sally in her room to show her my creations. I pulled out the dolls.
"I got bored last night, so I made doll versions of you, Splendy, Scarecrow, Eyeless Jack, and Toby," I explained.
She took herself and looked closely at it. "Oh, wow! These are so cute! I love them! We should go put them on the display shelf in the living room."
"Really?"
Sally nodded excitedly. "Yeah! That's a everyone can see them."
She gathered the small dolls and ran downstairs with them, leaving me behind. I rushed to get up and follow her.
I found her lining the dolls up neatly in the glass shelves, and then closed the case.
I looked down at my flip-flops. "I actually wanted to keep them. I just wanted to show you."
"You can bring them home later. Just let them stay there for a while."
Slender Man walked by and saw us. "What are you two up to?"
"Look at the dolls Rikki made!" exclaimed Sally, pointing at the case.
Slender Man walked over and looked at the shelf. "Oh, how cute. Absolutely creepy. You made these yourself?"
I blushed a little. "Yeah."
"They are very lovely," he said before walking away.
I looked up at the dolls and they were all leaning to the right. I should have used more stuffing.
TWO WEEKS LATER
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The more time I spent with the Creepypastas, the more I began to warm up to the idea of becoming one myself. I felt happy there. I was cared for and loved. And this time, I actually loved them back.
I became friends with most everyone in the mansion, and hung out with all of them. Some days, we would play outside, and other days, we would play video games. Ben always won. Sometimes, we just sprawled out on the couches and recliners in the living room and go around making different moaning sounds.
I was cared for and loved. And for the first time in forever, I loved them back. I especially loved Sally and Grinny the Cat. They were my favorites.
There were a few times where I just barely beat my mom home, and even more times almost revealing the secret, but no one was suspicious. I got my chores done and no one asked questions.
My birthday was approaching, only being three weeks away. Somehow the creepy pastas found out and they began to plan a party for me. I told then I didn't want one, but I truthfully was über excited.
I walked into the mansion, and the yells quickly died to whispers. Then Toby began to chant.
"Part of the ship, part if the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew."
Soon, everyone joined in.
"Part of the ship part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part if the ship, part of the crew!"
Then all at once, it stopped, and everyone cheered.
"What's going on?" I asked Toby.
"After two weeks of visiting the manor, you become an honorary creepy pasta known as a proxy. You are now a proxy." He grabbed my right wrist and stared at it. "Yep. You even got the mark." He showed me the circle with an x over it in black on my wrist. "You're one of us!"
I looked up at him. "How do I explain this to my mom?"
He laughed. "No need. The mark only appears when you are here."
I stared at my new mark. "Gruesome," I whispered.
He punched me lightly on the arm. "Exactly! You're one of us."
Throughout the day, I couldn't help but look at my new mark. I was now a proxy! Every chance I got; I looked down at my new mark. I traced it repeatedly with my finger, and smiled every time. I saw Ben on the couch all playing the latest Mario Cart game on the WiiU. I sat down with him and grabbed a controller. "Can I play with you?"
Ben nodded. "Yeah. Just let me beat this last level."
I sat patiently and watched him as he fought with Bowser for first place. In the end, he won. Of course Ben won. He was the gaming expert in the house. He set up duel player and I chose Toadette, while he kept playing as Luigi.
"So, you're part of the family?" asked Ben once the first race started.
"Yep. I guess." I was halfway through my first lap and was in fifth while Ben was in third. "What exactly does it mean to be a proxy?" I asked.
"Basically, you are not a full fledged creepy pasta, but you are recognized as part of our group. Anyone can become one. All of us have been one at one point or another. It's kind of like the puberty of becoming creepy pastas. It's when you train to be a full-fledged member. Proxies can kill, but they don't have a land for nightmares like full out creepy pasta. Then again, anyone has the ability to kill."
"How long will I be a proxy before I become a full fledged creepy pasta?" I asked.
"That is all based on the Code of Insanity."
"What's that?"
Ben crossed the finish line as first place, and I came in as a close second.
"The Code of Insanity, or COI, is the rules we live by. Based on height, weight, sex, conditions, and age, I would say a few weeks or so. Jeff was one for six months. You'll either die or gain a new part in your brain that rids sympathy from your feelings. I hope you die."
I began to shake. "You want me to die?!"
"Beat having no sympathy. Jeff and Scarecrow are perfect examples. They can be kind, and they might be concerned for others, but they really don't. They can't feel emotional pain." He cleared his throat. "Death is just a better option in this kind of situation. But don't worry about it. If I were you, I'd be focused on the Mario who is about to hit you."
I threw a red shell at Mario, causing him to spin out of control and putting me back in second place.
After I was done with the races, I ran off to the kitchen to hide in the pantry to think.
Why couldn't he just tell me a few weeks and stop there? Why did he keep talking? You don't tell someone they are either going to die or go insane in a few weeks, then tell them you hoped they die. I mean, what the fudge?! YOU DON'T DO THAT!
The door to the pantry suddenly opened and an arm reached over my head to grab a pop tart, but then it pulled away and the owner of the arm screamed.
"Oh, god! Why are you in here?" asked Toby, his voice shaking from me scaring him.
"Ben told me I'm either going to go insane or die in a few weeks," I said innocently. I stood up and grabbed two pop tart pouches and handed one to Toby. "Sorry I scared you."
"Damn it Ben!" Toby yelled in the direction of the living room.
"What?" Ben yelled back, still playing Mario Kart.
"Did you really have to tell Rikki about the death and insanity?"
"No."
"Then why did you?"
I opened the shiny package and began eating my pop tart.
"Cause."
"Did you know you made her hide in the pantry?"
"Sorry."
I just kind of stood there as they yelled back and forth.
"Don't apologize to me! Get your water logged ass in here and apologize to Rikki!"
"But I'm in the middle of a race."
"Slender?"
Slenderman stalked into the kitchen. "What's wrong?"
"Ben told Rikki about the COI and I found her hiding in the pantry," explained Toby.
Slender Man looked angry. "Benjamin?!"
"Coming."
Ben made his way into the kitchen, the Wii tablet still in his hand. "Yeah?"
"Apologize to Rikki," Slender Man ordered.
I took another bite and waited.
"I'm sorry, Rikki. I should have told you that I didn't know anything as to when you would become one of us," Ben mumbled.
"It's okay."
I toll another bite and just stood there.
"Are you okay, Rikki?" asked Slenderman.
I nodded. "I guess. It just caught me off guard."
"And you're just fine with it?" asked Toby.
"Mmhmm. Keep in mind that I did learn I was going to become a killer just two weeks ago."
One more week of being part of the world of creepy pastas, and another week closer to my birthday, and another week closer to me becoming a Creepypasta and another week closer to having to leave my family forever.
"Rikki?" called my mom once I got out of the shower after dinner.
I ran downstairs to the breakfast nook where she was sitting in a stool next to my dad. "Yes?"
"Your father and I are going on a business trip for a few days. I already got the boys covered, and I wanted to see what you wanted. I knew you have been fine the last few weeks while we're at work, but this time, you will also have to make dinner and remember to take a shower and go to bed at a good time by yourself. I trust you, but I we wanted your input. We are leaving tomorrow. We will be in Chicago instead of coming home."
"How long will you guys be gone?"
"We'll be gone for three nights. We'll be back on Sunday before lunch," said my dad, typing away on his laptop.
I wasn't worried. I could easily sleepover at the manor.
"Okay. I can make sandwiches for dinner. Can you just make me a chore list so I know what needs to be done?"
My mom nodded. "And I will run out in a few to get a few pizzas that you can microwave and eat for you dinners. Just so you don't have to eat just sandwiches." She leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "Now go and play for a little bit. I'll wake you up to say goodbye tomorrow."
"Okay. Night!"
I ran back upstairs and began packing a backpack. Soon, I would need to pack a bunch of moving boxes.
"Wow! You got a big room," said Toby.
"It use to be just an attic, but my parents renovated it for me when my brothers were born.
Grinny jumped onto my bed and sat on my pillow. "What's the haps, pussy cat?"
"I am gonna be hanging out a lot the next few days. My parents are going on a business trip for the next few days, so the house will be completely empty. I was just packing a bag so I could sleep over tomorrow. I still have to ask Slenderman, but I'm certain he'll be fine with it."
Toby looked at the creepy pasta dolls I made a while ago. "Damn. Looks like you got just about everyone." He picked up his and Masky's.
"Knock knock.
Whose there?
Interrupting Toby.
Interrupting Tob-
Hatchets!"
I giggled as he played with them. He grabbed the Jeff doll. "Hey look! It's Smiley!"
I sat on my bed and began to pet Grinny as Toby put on a show.
Next, he grabbed Slenderman and Splendy. "Splendy, were you brought to this world to annoy me to death? Why no Slendy. I was made to counter your seriousness."
"Sleepover!" cheered Sally.
I looked down at my digital watch and my eyes bulged. "Crap! My neighbor will be over with some cookies in a few minutes. I'll be right back."
I ran downstairs and made my way back to my house. Then I froze when I saw him.
The neighbor boy, the son of the cookie lady, was standing on the other side of the glass door. Did he see me? I really hoped that he didn't see me appear out of darkness on a very bright day.
I just decided to keep going. Masky and Hoody taught me to keep going and not act suspicious. I really good rule for a killer.
I walked inside. "Hey, Maurice," I said casually. I peeked at the plate of sugar cookies in his hands. "Those for me?"
"No." He gave me a wicked smirk and I felt a pinch on my arm. "That was for you."
I began to sway and quickly grow tired.
Jeff told me about tranquilizer darts. They quickly put you to sleep. They use them a lot on animals and on people in the crazy hotels.
My eyes fluttered to a close, and I fell. In a few seconds, I was asleep.
I screamed as I was splashed with ice water. Last time I checked, I already did the ALS bucket challenge.
"Good. The creature's awake," said a menacing voice. His voice didn't scare me, though. I did spend most of my time in a house with killers.
I was in a metal crate, my right foot handcuffed to the metal bars. The metal base burned my skin from the icy water. My crate was in some kind of basement with no windows, but there were enough lights to see me captors. There were four guys and one girl, and one was Maurice.
"This is no monster. Just a girl," said the girl, maybe twenty, angrily.
I scoffed. That's what I thought when I first met Sally.
Maurice stepped forward. "I swear that she peeped out of darkness. And there was a suspicious boy and a red and black cat that visited her last night."
"Wait," said another guy. "Why don't we just test to see if she is one?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Jock?" asked the first guy.
I knew what they were talking about. They thought I was a Creepypasta. Technically, I wasn't.
"All Creepypastas are immortal, as we all know. So let's take a knife to her throat and just see. If she is, she'll live. If she's not, she'll die, and we can blame Maurice.
"I'm not a Creepypasta! I'm just a proxy," I stated. "I can actually die!"
To become a Creepypasta, I would have to die or go mental, and I doubted I would go crazy. I was supposed to die in a few weeks, when I was ten. I didn't know what would happen if I died before hand. Could I actually die? Like not come back?
"Oh?" Asked the first one I named Mullet. "A proxy? In that case, let kill you before you can turn."
They must have not known about proxies turned by death.
"Jock, go set her up in the throwing room. Dick, go get your blades," ordered Mullet.
I screamed and kicked at the biggest guy uncuffed my foot and tried to get me out of the crate. After biting him and drawing a good amount of blood from his hands, he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. I knew it was pointless, but I still kicked and punched him. I even managed to kick him in the nose with my heel.
He brought me to another room that was still in the basement, but this room almost gave me a heart attack. A wall with leather cuffs on the wall was covered in dried blood, along with the cement floor and even some was on the ceiling.
Jock threw me against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to fix my breathing as he strapped my arms straight out and my legs were spread out.
A leaner guy walked in with a little rolling crate filled with axes. Wait. Those were no axes.
I laughed at them. "Oh, god! You guys are idiots. Those are hatchets, not axes. They may seem similar, but-"
Mullet pulled a pocketknife out of his pocket and striked my cheek. I screamed in agony as the left side of my mouth extended to my jaw joint. Blood filled my mouth, covering my tongue in the with the awful metallic taste. I began to choke on the blood and spit it out on the floor.
"Breathe through your nose," grumbled the one I assumed was Dick. "And you call up stupid."
I quickly shut my mouth and inhaled through my nose. The blood stopped running down my throat and just slowly dripped from my mouth like drool.
The girl looked at me thoughtfully. "No. Now her smile is lopsided. It should stretch the other way as well."
Mullet took her advice and sliced open my other cheek.
Tears streamed down my face and burned my new cuts.
"Okay. Much better. Dick?"
Everyone moved so there was a clear path between Dick and me.
Dick grabbed the first hatchet. "I assume you want me to keep her alive a little longer, sir?"
He asked Mullet. He got a nod in response.
He threw the hatchet and it cut through the leather strap and severed my right hand from my arm. Pain radiated through my entire arm and made my stomach flop, making me want to vomit. I watched in horror as my hand fell to the ground. All I could hear was my uneven heart beat in my ears. My arm flopped to my side, sending a stream of blood down my leg.
Dick turned to the girl. "I assume you want me to balance her out?"
The girl nodded.
At once, another hatchet went flying and cut a straight line across my foot, causing my left toes and the ball of my foot to hit the ground with my hand.
I writhed and pain and screamed. I tried to hold it back, but it was involuntary, and I began to spit up blood again.
"One more. Then you can kill her and use her as target practice," said Mullet with a hint of happiness in his voice.
Dick spins another hatchet around his hand and threw it at my right shoulder. I listened to the most awful crunching sound as the blade cut through the bone.
With no arm support. I fell forward my head hit the ground, splashing in my mouth blood. I was surprised the impact didn't knock me unconscious. Instead, I laid there on the floor, bleeding out, my ankles still strapped to the wall.
Dick came up to me with a final hatchet in hand. But before he could even raise the blade, my chest tightened, and all at once, turned to whet felt like a heart attack from hell. I wrenched in pain. I knew my heart just popped. And there was chance of survival.
In my mind, I was praying that Slenderman or Toby or someone else would appear and kill everyone. But there was no use now.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I release my final breath.
Death is a strange thing. The point if no return in your life. When you die, you are nothing. Let me tell you now that there is no heaven or he'll. There is only white. After a while, you begin to see splotches of colors like when you stare at the sun. The blotches come together to form images from when you were alive. Then, the pictures begin to move, and you begin to hear sounds like laughter and crying. Then talking. Soon, you are in the pictures, as if you were alive again, but you can't change what already happened. You can't prevent yourself from falling or put a correct answer on an online test. Before you know it, you run out of memories, and the whole thing starts over. All your memories play over and over and over again. Then you begin to notice things that you didn't when you were alive, like the smallest scar on someone's knee, or how there was a thin ring of blue around someone's brown iris. Or, my favorite, how that I could have still been alive if I returned home a minute earlier. Or I could have just lived at the manor when I first became a proxy, or even learned that I was destined to become a Creepypasta.
And all I could do now was relive my stupidity over and over, and relive my life over and over.
Suddenly, my memories paused to when I first arrived at the manor. It took me some time to realize that I could move. I turned my head, and Scarecrow was gone. I decided to go into the manor. Cause why not?
I entered to find the manor all torn and burnt. All of the furniture was missing, along with a good portion of the floor and ceiling. I carefully walked to the back where Slender Man's library was. The door was closed, but I opened it with ease.
Inside was normal. The shelves were organized and the desk was clear. Slender Man stood in the corner reading. He suddenly looked up and saw me. "Oh, no," he said grimly.
"I'm really confused right now," I said slowly. "Am I dead, cause I'm not really sure at this point?
He nodded and closed his book. "I'm afraid so. That is how you're here." He looked me up and down. "It appears that you got major damage to your body, but you must have just died. Your brain can still be saved."
"So am I dead or alive?!"
"You are beyond dead. At least Sally was in one piece."
He began to walk towards the door. "Follow."
I walked out behind him, and we made our way back outside. This time, it wasn't a yard. It was now a graveyard. Above us was a clear night, the moon shinning brightly.
Slender Man led me deep into the gave yard, until we stopped at an empty hole that seemed to never end. On the gravestone was my name.
Rebecca Ann Henderson.
Slender Man placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be afraid." Then he shoved me in.
I screamed as I tumbled into the darkness.
This is death.
This is solitary.
I am dead
I'm in solitary.
I am alone.
After what felt like ages, I blinked and the infinite darkness became a room. I was tucked into a bed, the Creepypasta quilt I made draped over me. My furniture was there, but it wasn't my room.
My body ached and I didn't want to move a muscle.
I noticed a fuzzy black ball on my chest, and blew on it. With any luck, it would be Grinny.
The ball unraveled, revealing two giant ears and a red tummy and face. The cat stretched and yawned, then met my gaze.
"You're awake!" he said surprised.
Grinny jumped off my bed and landed silently. "Toby! She's up. Wake up! Rikki's up."
Toby sat up and caught me off guard. "Go back to sleep, Grinny," moaned Toby lazily.
Grinny jumped back onto my bed and pawed Toby's shoulder. "Dammit, boy. Open your eyes and turn your head twenty five degrees to the left.
Toby looked over at me and his eyes lit up, and I just knew he was smiling under his mask. "Hey, Rikki. Welcome back. You've been asleep for a while. A week, to be exact. Less time to wait for your birthday. One more week," he said in a hushed tone.
I wanted to talk, but my mouth felt like they were sealed shut.
"Yeah, sorry about your mouth. We had to sew it up to help your cuts heal. We weren't sure if we could save your body, but somehow, we did. It's a little banged up, but Slendy said you will be fine." Toby got up and turned on the dimmer so there was just a little bit of light. "Before anything else, you should see what you look like." He pulled a picture out of his sleeve, literally, and put it in front of my eyes.
It was an image if me, but I was on an operation table, and I had stitches over my mouth, over my shoulder joints, on my left elbow, on my right upper arm and wrist, across my throat, over my stomach, my right knee, and on my upper left leg and foot. I felt sick. I guess that Dick guy kept throwing even after I died.
"It sickens me to see someone who abuses hatchets. At least they leave a clean cut."
I smiled. It hurt like hell, but I smiled.
"Now, go back to sleep. You need the rest. You'll be in bed for a while, but you'll be back to your normal self in no time." He fluffed up my short sandy hair, and then lay back down.
Grinny fell back asleep on my chest, and I followed his lead.
I'm alive.
I'm loved.
I'm part.
I'm a Creepypasta, and life is good once more.