Full Surtures/Patchwork Rikki series (origional)

Sutures:Book 2 (Patchwork Rikki)

Toby and helped me limp into the living room, where everyone was waiting.
"Happy birthday!" they all exclaimed.
"Happy birthday!" said Ben, a bit off of time. He shut his mouth and turned bright red.
I laughed at him and slowly made my way to the recliner.
Everyone found a seat and sat down.
It was the first time I had gotten out of me bed since I had died. It takes a while to recover from that.
In the center of the room was a big pile of presents. If this was just for my birthday, I couldn't wait for Christmas.
Sally grabbed a random box and handed it to me. "Open this one first." It was a long, thin box, like a suitcase that was sat on when it was empty. "It's from all of us."
I shredded the black and red paper and Grinny came over to undo the tape for me. Inside was my new weapon. I had lost Ripper during my passing, but I hate to say that I liked these much more. Two scissor halves that could interlock or be separate. Half and Halph. Perfect.
"I love them!" I nearly screamed. "Thanks everybody."
I continued unwrapping gifts getting a bunch of fabric, a few games, sewing kits, and a few other things including a kidney. I knew whom that came from.
Slendy and Splendy then left the room and came back with cake and ice cream. For breakfast! Of course mine was blended together in a milkshake and had a straw. I had to do my best to stick the straws between my stitches. Solid food did not like me after my torso was cut in two.
We all laughed and giggled as we ate.
It was going to be a great life from now on.
Once I was able to get out of my bed on my own, I healed quickly. I struggled to walk, and regain my muscles, but I was able to walk in short bursts. I exercised my arms by twirling my new blades around my wrists like young girls do with hula hoops, and I would walk up and down the stairs, with the watchful eye of Toby, to work out my legs. After a week, I was freed of the constant attention. It was just like before I died when I visited the manor, but now I slept there and never left.
One day, I found myself playing with the seam on my wrist. It ended up unraveling, exposing an inch of scab. I knew it was bad to pick, but I had a weird need to bleed.
I scratched at my wrist, and soon, blood began to trinkle out. I allowed the Crimson liquid to flow down my lower arm and pooled in my elbow. Blood dripped down onto my green sheets, turning them a brown color. I watched as the blood dripped, unaware of the amount that has already left my body.
"Rikki!" screamed Grinny as he padded into the room.
I snapped out of my daze and realized all of the blood on my bed. I swear that I only picked off about an inch of scab, but somehow, my hand was barely attached to my arm and there was a lack of scanning on my wrist. I began to hyperventilate.
"Oh God! I didn't do that!" I yelled. "I didn't mean-"
Toby slid to a stop in my room in his high alert mode. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of my wrist. "What the hell were you doing?" He rushed out and came back with a giant roll of cloth bandaging. "Grinny, go get Slendy!" he ordered.
Toby realigned my hand and quickly wrapped it up extra tight. I easily bled through.
I began to wobble and feel lightheaded between the lack of blood and sudden shock of reality.
Toby noticed and looked me in the eyes, still wrapping. "What we're you doing?!"
Before I could explain my weird urge, I blacked out.
I woke up and found myself face to faceless with Slenderman. I jumped slightly, but it was normal in a house of killers.
I was propped up in bed, my wrist wrapped like a burrito and rested on a pillow on my side.
"Hello, Rikki," he said with a new tone I was unfamiliar with. "Care to explain what happened?" He asked, referring to my wrist no doubt.
I tried to think of what happened. I remembered I did something I wasn't suppose to, but I forgot what it was or why I did it. I grabbed my head as it began to pound. Tears began to fall from my eyes. "Don't know! I can't remember!"
Slender man reached over and cupped my face with his hands. The pounding stopped the moment he touched my skin. I looked into the dents where his eyes should have been.
"Calm down. I am a little disappointed, but it wasn't entirely your fault."
I wiped my eyes with my free hand. "I don't know what happened." An image of my hand nearly detached from my arm flashed in my mind. "I know I did something wrong, but I just can't remember."
Slender man released my face with a nod. "I know." He shook his head. "I knew I should have paired you with another pasta. I can only blame myself."
"What's going on?!" I demanded, not sounding like myself. I sounded evil. Vicious. I didn't like it and quickly covered my mouth. Why did I say that? "Can you please tell me what is going on with me," I corrected.
"It's a side effect of being one of us. I thought you would be fine for a while longer. I didn't factor in your healing time. We become... basically bipolar. One second, you will be your normal self, the next, you become the complete opposite. You will also have a need to feel blood. And with your condition, blood is still easy to obtain."
My heart began to pound. "How do I stop it? I mean, there must be some sort of cure," I pleaded.
"Only one way."
I stared out the window in my room as Toby slowly unwrapped my arm. I clenched and unclenched my free hand as a strange anger bubbled inside of me.
"Who are you going with tonight?" asked Toby.
I glared at Ben and Jeff as the fought outside. "Who says I'm leaving?"
Toby gave me a quizzical glance. "Aren't you going? It's the only way."
I hissed silently. "I know I should, but it's against what I stand for. I'll get over it."
Toby looked concerned, but there was no budging me. "Now, Rikki."
I was suddenly hit with sadness. I growled murderously. "Don't talk to me like that!" I snapped.
Toby just looked at me, then became angry himself. "Everyone here wants nothing but the best for you! Can you not see that?! We don't want you to go insane beyond any return. Do you know what happened to the Rake? He refused to kill and now he is beyond help. Do you want that?"
Tears began to fall from my eyes. "What?"
"Toby!" boomed Slenderman at the door. He looked furious. "Out! Now!"
Toby quickly removed the last of my bandaging and scurried out of my room.
I looked up at Slenderman. "Do I have to?" I asked quietly.
He nodded. "I'm afraid so."
I looked at my wrist, bounded with fresh thread and tied off with a secure bow. "And this is the only way?" If there was any point in time I wanted my dark side to pop up was at that very moment.
He nodded.
I stood up and grabbed my blades off of my bed, tucking them into my belt. "If it's the only way..." I began to walk out when a long white hand grabbed my shoulder lightly.
"Rikki, you and I both know that Toby is just looking out for you. Yes, he shouldn't have gone that far, but he meant good."
I wiggled away. "Don't touch me! And my name isn't Rikki. It's Patchwork. A real Creepypasta name."
I stomped away.
I stopped once on the porch and realized what I just said. I thought for a moment. Patchwork? I didn't know if I was offended or not. But it was a good Creepypasta name.
I was Patchwork. And I was out for blood.
I wasn't allowed to leave without another, so I ended up in an alley with Jeff.
"How exactly does this work?" I asked him, annoyed with the outfit I was forced to wear. Turtleneck, jeans, and a cloak that covered my face. My sutures and scissor blades had to remain hidden. It could give either of us away.
His hood hid Jeff’s face, and his special knife tucked away in his hoodies pocket. He looked at me, showing his gruesome smile. "I lure a dark heart over to you and you will kill em."
I looked out at the busy street crowded with people walking along the sidewalk. "How can you tell a dark heart from a bright heart?"
"Grab your blade, and you'll see," he whispered excitedly.
I rested my hand on my scissors secured to my back by my belt, and my vision flashed. Everyone had an aura around them, each with their own color of the rainbow. It was mostly ranged from Orange to green.
"The ones in the blue are dark, but purple is the worst of the worst," explained Jeff.
I looked over at him and saw nothing but black.
He looked over at me and grinned menacingly. "How cute. You are a red. Pure heart. Soon it will be like mine and everyone else in the manor. For each murder, you will go down the spectrum." I hissed at him. "Do you want my to get you a dark heart or not?"
"Yes. I want to just get it done and over with," I said silently.
Jeff pulled down his hood and left me. "Be right back."
I watched from the safety of the shadows as he disappeared around the corner. I sat down, out of sight. After about people watching for five minutes, I began to get bored.
I didn't need Jeff to get me a dark heart. I could get my own. I will have to do it alone at some point anyway.
Suddenly, a figure in a white hood with a shortish male figure.
"She's right over here," Jeff urged.
I took that as my queue to get up and reveal myself.
"What are you two trying to play? Is this some kind of sick joke?" asked the man, angered.
Jeff revealed his face to the man. I did the same, and the man's face twisted into a disgusted expression. "What's going on?!"
"Time to make you beautiful, just like us," answered Jeff in a surprisingly dark voice. He grabbed the man's arm and threw him to the ground, pinning him down with his knee. “Patchwork?"
I pulled out my blades and gave the man a second to process what they were.
"What the hell? Let me go!"
"Come on, killing virgin," urged Jeff. "Afraid of losing your red aura?"
At that moment, I wanted to kill Jeff, but I just took my anger out on the man. His aura was light purple, and soon to be non-existent. I spun the blades around my wrists twice, the third time, planting them into the back of the evil man. "Die, mother fucker!" I screamed.
His body squirmed for a minute, but quickly fell limp. His lavender heart disappeared as his spirit left him, sure to watch his life repeat for an eternity, forcing him to watch every one of his sins to the point he goes insane, and keep going.
"A bit quick, but effective. I would have liked to play with him a little, maybe remove his lips or fingers, but that's okay," said Jeff, his tone speckled with pride. "Congrats on your first kill."
Tears began to fall from my face. I killed a man. I just killed him. I didn't even know what he did wrong. What if he had a family? What if he had kids to support? Now he was dead.
Backed away from the body slowly. I bumped into a brick wall and leaned against it, then began bawling my eyes out. Why?!
"You'll get over it within the first few kills. Soon you won't care if you killed your own family," he said jokingly, causing my to cry even harder.
He tucked my scissors into my belt and removed my hands from my face so he could look me in the eyes. "You did good. Now you will be normal for a long time. It will be quiet some time before you have to kill again. Don't even think about it." He flipped our hoods over our faces and wrapped his arm around my shaking shoulders. "Let's head back to the mansion."
I couldn't even look at the body as we walked past it and escaped into the night.
I stayed in my room for the next week, mourning for the man I killed. Had no more than a banana and honey yogurt smoothie and water everyday. I only came out to go to the bathroom, and then quickly retreated back to my room. I just sat at the window and played with my seams, making sure they were all tight. I also cleaned my room, made messes on purpose, and cleaned again. At one point, I made an awesome pillow fort, but I thought I didn't deserve it, so I destroyed it. The only contact I had been with Grinny, who liked to just lay with me as I cried in my always-neat bed. He'd curl into a ball, and I'd curl around him. We didn't talk. We just lay there, mostly sleeping.
On my eighth day of solitude, I answered a knock on my door, assuming it was Slenderman with my daily smoothie, but it was Toby. And he had my smoothie.
I took my smoothie. "Thanks," I said as I took the thick yellow drink and8 closed my door.
Toby propped the door open with his foot. "Rikki-"
"I don't want to talk," I interrupted. "Thank you for my drink, but can you please now leave?"
He gave me one long look at me, studying my oily hair forced into a tight braid, my tank top and pajama shorts under my cloak, and just taking in the mess I was in, before speaking. "Rikki, you're going to need to come out eventually," he said sternly.
Grinny padded over and say between my feet and stared up at Toby. "She needs time."
"I am immortal now. I never have to leave," I said in a dark tone. I kicked Toby's foot out of the doorway. "Please go."
Before he could respond, I shut the door. I the looked down at my drink and clenched the glass. Fury bubbles inside of me and erupted. I screamed as I threw the glass across my room. I watched as it shattered and became a mess I would clean up later. I grabbed my hair and yanked it. "Why is my life so fucked up?!"
I covered my mouth.
I had never cursed in my life. And I just had. And it felt good.
I grabbed a glass figurine of a ballerina that I got on my eighth birthday and smashed it on the floor, once again screaming.
I turned to a concerned Grinny. I smiled wickedly at him. "Help me gather all memories of my family."
That night was the first time I traveled any further than the bathroom in eight days. A rather small pile of pictures, cards, gifts, and anything else that reminded me of my family was stacked outside in the fire pit, ready to be burned. I was clean and wearing a nice black dress I made while in isolation. My hair was curled and my makeup was light and pretty. I stood there, Grinny in my arms, as EJ doused the pile with gasoline.
Toby handed me a matchbook that I took in exchange for Grinny. I hesitantly lit a match and held it for a moment, saying goodbye to my family in my head. I then tossed the lit match into the pit, and my childhood bursted into flames.
The flames reached surprisingly high into the sky. I smiled as I felt a giant weight lift from my chest.
Once the fired died, and the others finished their s'mores, we all returned inside.
I waited until everyone else was asleep before I snuck out. I would be back in just an hour or so. I took my allowance and stuffed it in my dresses sash. I traveled to the human world in just my dark dress and tall black boots that I borrowed from Sally. I also took my cloak so I could conceal my blades, which were hooked to my sash. I appeared in the back of a Walgreens by the trashcans. I walked to the front and waltzed inside.
I wasn't scared of being questioned for my sutures. It was the time when weirdoes came out, so this couldn't be that weird at that hour. I walked over to the nearest worker and tapped her shoulder.
She turned to me and looked terrified. "Are you okay?!" She asked urgently.
I smiled. "The stitches? They are just special effects makeup," I lied. "Not real. I just had a question."
She sighed in relief. "Of course. Where are your parents?"
"I'm here to get my mom some hair bleach and dye," I lied again. I was good at it. "Can you tell me where they are?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I'll show you," she said uneasily. "I assume you live nearby." She began to lead me to the back of the store. "What's with the makeup? And the late hour?"
"My mom is a special effects makeup artist. I like to be her model. I took a long nap today, so I'm wide-awake. My mom sent me to get rid of some of my energy."
She stopped in front of a shelf filled with dyes and bleaches on the bottom. "Here you go."
I grabbed a giant bottle off the bottom shelf and searched the isle for a color I liked. I found a nice silver color and grabbed a box.
"That it?"
I thought for a moment. "Do you have any dark eye shadows?"
I carried everything to the counter and purchased the items. I then skipped to the back of the building and returned home with my bag and bottle of bleach.
I had to be silent when I got back. Before I put any chemicals in my hair, I took a pair of scissors to it and whacked it off, cutting it to the middle of my neck, opposed to the middle of my back. I then careful read and reread the instructions and then, by three am, I had gruesome silver hair that Mage my green eyes pop. I then had fun putting dark eye shadow on my eyelids, making them look sullen and dead. I smiled brightly in the mirror. I looked perfect!
I looked at my oversized, bleach stained tee shirt over my pink pajama bottoms and frowned. I needed a good outfit!
I snuck into Sally's room and rummaged through her closet for something good. Then, I found it.
I decided to sleep a little. It was hard with the scent of bleach and makeup I refused to mess up, but I did.
I woke up at eight thirty from a knock on my door.
"Hey, Rikki? Do you want to have breakfast with us?" asked Toby.
I jumped out of bed, a bright smile smeared across my face. "Give me five minutes," I chimed.
"Okay. I'll tell Slendy to make you your breakfast. Maple smoothie?"
"Yes please," I sang as I touched up my makeup in my vanity. I quickly brushed out my hair and grabbed the dress I stole from Sally. A cute quilt like summer dress that stopped at my knees. I slipped into the dress and threw on my cloak and ran downstairs. I sat at the table with Sally and Toby.
All eyes were on me.
"Either someone had a makeover, or we just got a new member," whispered Hoody to Masky. "Which one?"
"I hope you don't mind I borrowed your dress," I told Sally.
She smiled at me. "Me closet es su closet."
Slender man placed a smoothie in front of me. "I knew I smelled bleach," he teased.
"You look wonderful, Rikki," swooned Scarecrow.
Jeff shrugged. "Eh. Why wear makeup when you can just burn your eyelids off? Maybe bleach and burn your skin. Worked for me."
"Wear more monotone clothing," suggested Laughing Jack.
I laughed at my family.
They might have been killers, but they only killed those who didn't deserve to live, and they were actually really nice and funny.
I took a sip of my drink.
"Thanks guys. And I changed my name. I am now Patchwork. Patchwork Rikki."
I got a few confused glances, but they seemed to understand.
"It fits you," said Eyeless Jack.
I smiled brightly as we finished our breakfasts.
Toby and Grinny were playing Mexican Train with me in my room. I don't know what made our bond so strong, but something made the three of us really close. Toby was like my older brother, and Grinny acted like a guard.
I placed another domino down and turned to the mirror in my lap. I couldn't help but stare at how different I looked. I loved the new me.
"Feel any different?" asked Toby.
I looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
He placed his domino on my train. "This is a phase."
"Stop talking," mumbled Grinny warningly.
I was getting annoyed. "What are you guys talking about?"
Grinny picked up a domino and put it on Toby's train with his mouth. "Forget you heard anything. It is nothing to concern yourself over."
Toby huffed angrily. "Why are you so insistent on keeping her in the dark?"
I gripped to my cloak, nervous of the upcoming battle.
"Because it is law. It is how it has always been," explain Grinny.
Toby glared at Grinny. "Maybe it's time for a change!" exclaimed Toby.
"Maybe it's time for you to shut the fuck up!" snapped Grinny.
I began to back up towards the door.
"Why don't you make me?!" returned Toby.
The anger from earlier began to bubble in my stomach, making me feel dizzy.
"Watch your mouth or I will!" Grinny hissed.
The bubbles began to rise and cause my head to hurt.
"Go ahead! No body's stopping you!"
"Both of you shut the hell up!" I screamed. "Stop arguing!"
The two of them looked at me with wide eyes. Even I was surprised. Did I really just do that?
My bedroom door slammed open and Slenderman stepped inside. "For gods sake. Are you two still in the middle of your petty fight?" he asked more annoyed than angry.
"Toby was running his mouth about the phase," tattled Grinny like a six year old, causing me to laugh slightly.
"Toby. Grinny. To my library," he demanded calmly. They really heckled up. You knew Slenderman was really angry when he was silent.
The thee began to walk out.
"Wait!" I demanded, catching their attention. "What are you guys not telling me?"
Before any of them could respond, Slenderman shut and locked the door.
I was finally freed from my room at lunch. Only when I went downstairs, I couldn't find Toby or Grinny. I couldn't even find Slenderman. I decided to curl up with Smile on the couch and watched Ben and Sally play on the Wii. Maybe I could get Ben to explain what was going on. He did have a big mouth.
No. I'm sure everyone was told not to talk to me.
I made my way back to my room and got dressed to leave. I didn't care that it was day. I just had an urge to stab something. Maybe that is what Toby meant. I'd feel like a killer.
I crawled through my window so I wouldn't be stopped.
I was going to kill. Only this time, I wasn't going to settle for some random person. Or people. I knew exactly where I was going. I don't know how, but I did.
I knew this was wrong. I was being selfish. I was disobeying the morals of the Creepypasta lifestyle. But I didn't care. I was out for blood, and they were the only ones that could please me.
I was there. I sucked in a big breath then approached the torn, old house. All the lights were out. Most likely in the basement. I could feel their presence. I gripped my scissors and saw not five, but six auras in the ground. Three dark purple, two dark blue, and one green. The green must have belonged to another victim.
I walked up the stairs to the front door and opened it with little struggle. The inside smelled, and just overall reminded me of a whorehouse, though I don't know how I knew that. I quickly found the stairs to the basement and stopped at the door at the base of the stairs. I pressed my ear against it, straining to hear the sound of muffled screams and thuds, similar to that of a blade hitting a wall. Those sick bastards were at it again.
I don't even try to open the door normally. I just pulled my leg back and kicked it down. It hit the ground with a loud bang a few feet away. I stomped in to complete silence. I turned around the corner to find my five captors were not the captors anymore, but the captives to the green heart. Mullet was gagged and strapped to the wall, and his friends were bloodied and tied up in the corner. The green heart, a tall, sickly thin boy my age with tan skin and long black hair. His hair covered his right eye, but his left was a bright blue. His hands were holding several throwing knives.
The boy looked really confused, and turned to Mullet with an enraged expression. "Is this some kind of joke? First you kill my family, and then you recruit a girl my age with a messed up face?"
I laughed. "No! I am actually here to kill these awful people, so please leave or you can just die with them."
The boy threw a knife and hit Mullet in the leg. Mullet writhed in pain. His pain caused my joy and made me smile.
"Can you do that again? This time aim for his lower arm, near his wrist." I requested.
He laughed and did as I said. Mullet screamed and hollered, causing us to both bust out laughing.
I approached the boy. "How about I cut you a deal. You throw your knives, letting me make a few suggestions, and you can kill two." I held out a hand.
He took it and shook it firmly. "Deal!"
I quickly taught him where the knives would do most harm and cause the most pain without killing anyone, and then stood to the side and watches him throw three more knives at Mullet. Then, I was up.
I pulled out my blades and opened them, putting mullet i between the blades like a piece of paper, then snapped them shut, separating his chest from his lower body. Blood splattered all over me. I stared at the Crimson liquid on my hand and got a sick feeling in me. I stuck my tongue between the tread over my mouth and licked it. I was quickly addicted. I licked my hand clean of the red juice, then turned to the boy.
He looked a mix between terrified and amused. "Who, or what, are you?"
I smiled. "I am born of nightmares and phobias. I protect those who are good, and kill those who have done wrong. Sometimes for fun."
He chuckled. "Okay. Whatever you say. If you are against them, then you are on my side. Right?"
I smiled. "Yeah. You are young, like me. You just want revenge. You are safe."
After the five amigos were dead, I sat on the hill with the boy, both of us covered in the blood of those we hated most.
"I don't think I caught your name," said the boy, rummaging through his stuffed backpack.
I removed my cloak. "My name is Patchwork Rikki. And you are?"
He pulled out a bag of slightly smashed marshmallows. "My name is Tyler. Just Tyler."
"Well, Just Tyler, what's your story?" I asked as I licked my hands.
He opened the bag and began to chew on a marshmallow. "Those people included my parents. They gave me this weird name. Scary spaghettis or something like that. They told me that the way they raised me, I would become one." He held out his marshmallow bag. "Want one?"
I took a marshmallow and simply squished it. "Did they call you... Creepypasta?" I asked.
He gave me a surprised look. "Yeah! How'd you know?"
"Because that is why they killed me," I said solemnly.
"What? You look pretty alive!"
I yanked off my sweater, leaving my tank top on, revealing all of my stitches. "Technically, I am dead. I'm a monster in a way."
I began explaining to him the world of pastas and what happened to me. It felt so wrong, but I felt like he deserved to know.
He just looked at me, expressionless, unsure of what to say.
"I bet you hate me now," I sighed.
"No. Like I said, you are against those evil people, so you are on my side. In a way, you are an angel. You punish those who deserve it and protect those who are good," he said with a smile.
I smiled back. "Thanks." I pushed my hair out of my face and sighed. "I wish I could bring you back with me. It's really nice there. But I'm pretty sure that is against the rules. Then again, telling humans about our existence is forbidden."
He laughed. "It's okay. How about you visit me? Come to the Saint Lucas orphanage, and we can hang out. Or if you want to stay hidden, I can sneak away and meet you somewhere else."
I licked the marshmallow. "How about we meet up in an alley?"
I led him to the alley where I preformed my first kill after I covered up. "Meet me here tomorrow at three?"
He nodded. "Okay."
I walked him back to his orphanage, and then returned to the manor.
"Where have you been!" Demanded Slenderman.
I removed my blood soaked cloak and folded it over my arm. "Killing."
"With who?"
"By myself," I sort of told the truth.
He hissed slightly. "Don't lie!"
I licked my arm. "I helped a human get revenge."
"What?!"
I shrugged. "It just so happened that we were after the same people, so we teamed up. No biggie."
He pointed a long white finger upstairs. "To your room! Now!"
I shrugged and skipped up the stairs, locking myself in my own room. I sat on the floor and licked myself clean, like a cat. No one visited me or let me out of my room. I was still in my room when Slenderman called for dinner. The killing made me super hungry, and I was forbidden to eat. I could crawl out the window and sneak back in, but I was already in trouble. I would just end up in more.
I changed out of my red stained clothes into pajamas and decided to go to bed, even though there was still blood in my hair and my face. It took me a while to fall asleep with my stomach growling every thirty seconds, but I eventually did. And it was only seven!
Later that night, I awoke to the sound of my door unlocking. I bolted up from my bed to see Toby sneaking into my room. He silently closed my door behind him. "Hey, PR!"
I yawned and looked over at my clock. It was two in the morning.
"Hi, Toby," I said drowsily. "Sup?"
He sat at the foot of my bed and pulled a Pop tart out of his hoody pocket, then handed it to me. "Here I heard Slendy didn't give you dinner, so I brought this."
I took it and opened the wrapper. "Thank you," I squeaked. I bit my lip. "I messed up, didn't I?"
He nodded. "Big time."
I couldn't help but grin. "How long am I in solitary confinement?"
He shrugged. "Until breakfast?"
My blades were confiscated for a week, but Toby secretly gave me one of his hatchets so I could meet up with Tyler that day. I ditched the cloak and just decided to hide the hatchet under a trash bin.
I waited an hour for Tyler, and decided to walk to the orphanage where he lived.
Once I got there, I was surprised to find police cars in front. I kept to the outskirts, hiding my face with my hoodie that I stole from Sally and snuck around the back. I was able to sneak in with ease and make my way to the front yard without being noticed. Why I had to go through the house, I'm not sure.
I hid amongst the orphan kids, towards the front, to see what was going on. Two kids were being arrested. Both were covered in blood. They probably got in an intense fight. If I got Ina fight that drew blood, Slendy would just scold me: not arrested. Or with my record, put in solitude.
I jumped in surprise as a hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Shhh," whispered a boy in my ear.
I elbowed my attacker but was dodged and hugged. "Stop. It's Tyler. Come with me."
I stopped my struggling and allowed Tyler to drag me into the house.
"Why weren't you at the alley?" I asked.
He brought me to the top floor and pushed me into a room that he quickly closed and locked. "Sorry. I lost the time with the fight. Here's the deal; I need you to take me with you to the manor. This place isn't right for me. I'll never fit in in this world." He threw his bag over his shoulder and flipped his hood. "Let's go! We can sneak through the back."
I held up my arms to stop him. "Whoa, buddy. No can do. Only if given direct permission from the big man or found in a nightmare realm."
He groaned. "Pleaaaassssee!!!"
I shook my head. "No. I have already broken enough rules... For one week."
He stuck out his lower lip. "Well, can you help me find somewhere to live for now?"
"Magic word?"
"Please?"
I shook my head. "Bow tie?"
I shrugged. "It's Patchwork, but close enough."
"I might not be able to bring you to the manor, but I can bring you to the next best thing," I told him as we walked through a graveyard. "Toby told me about it a while ago. Not many people live there, but there is plenty of food." I led him up the fire escape to the sixth floor. I opened the window and pulled him inside.
Inside was a simple room of a hotel room that was dusty, as if not used in quite some time.
"A hotel room?" he asked questioningly.
"Room six-six-six. The devil's room. No one is allowed to book this room. Thanks to Toby, they think the devil lurks in here. It helps that the owner is a Christian. Won't even come to this level," I explained. "Satanists like to sneak in and leave food and gifts for their lord in here, but only leave them out on the fire escape. As long as you keep the curtains closed you will be fine."
He smiled and tossed his bag onto the sole bed. "Thanks. Will Toby be okay with this?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. Just leave his sodas alone."
Slenderman was waiting for me the moment I returned. I quickly dropped Toby's hatchets and gave him an innocent smile. "I'm in trouble, right?"
He crossed his arms and nodded. "To my room?" He continued to nod. "No deserts for a week?"
"Make that a month."
I stomped my foot and trudged into the house, leaving Toby's hatchets by his door. I then went to my room and pouted with Grinny and Smile. I listened as Slenderman locked my room and walked downstairs.
This was suppose to be where I was loved and be part of the family, but it seemed like every "parent" was the same.
A tear rolled down my face. "Am I not allowed to have friends?!" I screamed at the door. "Am I not allowed to try to live as normally as I can?!"
The whole house fell silent, and after a minute continued as it was in a hushed way.
"Fuck you guys too!" I threw myself into my bed and crawled under my blankets. Smile laid on top of me in a comforting way and I eventually fell asleep. What else was I suppose to do?
Within the next few days, I got moved into a room without a window and a lock on the outside so there was no way I could get out. No one was allowed to visit me or even stand near my door for an extended period of time.
I did a bunch of stupid things during my week in solitude such as pierced my cartilage and looked at pictures of girls in magazines just to plot how I would kill them. I think Jeff was rubbing off on me.
At the end of the week, as soon as my door was unlocked, I ran out the door and found my blades in Slenderman's library and left. There was somewhere I had to be.
Once on the other side, I ran for a building and climbed up a fire escape. I taped the glass window and it flew open.
"Rikki!" Cheered Tyler. "Where have you been?"
"Having my rights to freedom revoked. The big man grounded me. For all I know, I'm still grounded." I climbed through the window to find the room surprisingly clean. "He opened the door ever so slightly and I made a run for it. He won't find me. Toby will have my back, hopefully."
He laughed lightly. "Let's hope you are in the clear."
I looked in the mirror and realized how unclean I looked. And by the looks of it, my sutures needed to be replaced. "Would you be offended if I took a quick shower? After, you can join me on my hunt. I've been lock up far too long."
He gave me a grossed out look. "Like, killing? I don't know."
I took off my cloak and bandana. "Yep. Apparently, you gotta kill in order to stay sane." I rushed into the bathroom and quickly showered and then got back in my outfit. I walked out to find Tyler playing with my blades. "Be careful with those."
He put them back down on the desk. "I'm sorry. I have a question before we leave though."
I fasten my cloak. "Wazzup?"
"I am really thankful for all you have done for me, but if you kill for reasons beyond revenge, then I'm not sure how I feel about hanging out with you. I mean, I was angry at the cult for good reasons, along with you, but we were not in the right mindset. I do really appreciate everything, but we should not meet each other any more."
I just stood there, baffled. My jaw hung open loosely. "What?"
His hands twisted nervously. "I should be friends with someone like you that kill for the heck of it."
"Oh," was all I said before walking over to the window, then left. I jumped off the fire escape and made my way back to the manor before even hunting.
I was welcomed back by Slendy, who looked like he was ready to give a speech, but his hands fell from his hips as fists to his legs when he saw my face.
"Don't worry. I'll never go to the human world again," I said silently as I walked past him before he could say a word. I handed him Half and Halph before going inside, finding a tub of cookie dough ice cream and microwaving it to let me drink it and then slurped it in silence in the den as I watched Jeff and BEN play Mario Kart. They didn't even notice me, of course.
Halfway through the tub, Toby came down the stairs and saw me. "Rikki, you're back?" He asked.
I looked up at him and just slurped my mostly melted ice cream.
"Something wrong," he asked.
I turned away. "Humans are inconsiderate," I spat before returning to my drink.
He sat with me. "I know what you mean. That's why I only hang out with my kind. Plus it's pretty bitchin being a proxy."
I huffed. "It seems like all I have done since my death is be grounded. I feel bad for the readers. I bet they are tired of me just be locked in my room. But I'm sure things will get better and cooler for the readers."
He gave me a confused look. "Come again?"
I smirked. "Just breaking the fourth wall. Don't worry." I sighed. "I'm just mad at this one human that I though was my friend."
"Should you really be hanging out with the victims?" He asked jokingly.
I didn't laugh, but instead got up and went to my room. At my door was none other than Slenderman.
"I think you have had enough ice cream for a week," he joked.
I glared at him. "I'm not in the mood. Now if I can get to my room, that would be great."
Slenderman took my ice cream away and I didn't care to fight for it. "May I talk to you for a minute before you sulk in solitude?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Better get this scolding done and over with." I crossed my arms and waited for him to begin going all angry daddy, but he didn't.
"Do you like being here? Part of the family?" He asked.
I was kind of shocked. "Well- yes. It's not bad, but it will get better once I get use to all the rules and routine. Plus, I'm done with humans, so I shouldn't have any problems with that."
"Would you like to live somewhere else?"
"Where else would I live? My family will never accept me now, and this is the only place where pastas live."
He handed me my blades. "Let's just say that I am not the only one with proxies now a days."
I gazed at the mansion before me. It was similar to the Slender manor, but more modern and it had good weather and lovely landscape.
"Welcome to Splendor manor!" Cheered Splendy. "My brother is now just one of the two who had his own mansion and proxies."
Slendor bent down next to me. "My brother has no proxies as of yet, and knowing that you admire him, I thought you would like to be his first. He is, after all, the one who saved you."
I looked at my stitches, then up at Splendy. I was alive thanks to his careful hands and skill. I clenched my fist and bounced. "Heck yeah!"
Slendy grabs my arm and swiped his hand over his marking on my wrist, making the mark vanish, and nudged me to Splendy. "I relinquish my proxy, for she shall serve one who she is truly in dept. to."
Splendy waved his hand over the now blank area. "In dept. to me, I accept you as my proxy, to do ones killing in my name." A new mark appeared on my arm. Instead of the circle and X, it was a heart and an X.
"My kills shall be in honor of you, my operator. I thankfully accept my position," I say.
Splendy took my hand. "Come, my dear. Allow me to give you a tour of this place. You can then choose whichever room you want."
I giggled. "Thank you kind sir," I said with a curtsied.

"Ow!" I hissed as the stitches on my wrist were removed.
"I know it hurts, but do you want your sutures forever for no reason?" Asked Splendy.
I stuck out my lip. "Kind of. It's hard being Patchwork Rikki without the patchwork aspect," I complained.
He handed me my mask. "At least you have your own defined appearance now." I became entranced by the holes on my wrist that use to hold thread once it was all removed. "No more worrying about me undoing the stitches when I hunt."
"It took a long time, but you should be good." He removed the string on my door with one swift tug, making my stomach lurch. "There. All done. No strings attached."
I bounced off the couch and made my way to the full-length mirror on the backside of the bathroom, lifting up my clothes to see all of the thin scars and tiny holes on my skin. I then ran my hand over my smooth stomach. It was so foreign to me. "Weird."
I then noticed the figure I gained over the last few years. My chest filled out slightly and my thighs expanded a little to go with my hips.
"You look like a little woman, there, Rikki," said Scarecrow from behind the door. "Has Splendy given you the talk?"
I quickly covered my ears and went, "Lalalala! I can't hear you."
She scoffed. "Have fun when you have blood coming out of your privates."
"Oh, my god! What?!" I demanded.
She handed me a book titled "The Guide to Me" and walked away. "Come see me if you got questions."
I gave the book a dirty look but returned to my room to read it. It was very... Ew. Let's just not go there. I was thirteen. Why did I need to read this? It was so awful. Why did I continue reading?
"Taco night!" cheered Splendy.
"Want to eat some tacos?" asked Scarecrow suggestively as she walked past my room.
I looked at the book. "Why does it have to be tacos?"
"Better than hotdogs," she added.
I sat down at the mostly empty table with Splendy and the three new pastas that joined in the Splendor manor. As every Tuesday, it was taco night. The other pastas that lived with Slendy left to eat there. The house was by far quieter than the other manor, and less cluttered. It was nice.
After dinner, while Splendorman cleaned up and did dishes, the newbs and I went outside to play volleyball, a favorite amongst us.
The only other girl teamed up with me. "I call Rikki's team," she announced.
The boys bumped fists. "Easy win."
Caroline, or Veil, as she renamed herself, met my gaze. "Are they serious?" she asked.
I nodded. "They are use to me taking it easy on them, so they expecting you will do the same."
Her cheeks puffed up angrily. "Are we just gonna let them?"
I smiled at her. "You're new, so you better show off your strength now or forever be teased."
I was the first to serve, which Veil then slam onto the other side, just barely saved by Scales, the lizard boy. Monochrome, the boy that appeared to have just stepped out of a black and white movie in his paper boy outfit, bounced the ball back to Scales, who sent over the net, only to be saved easily by Veil. The game went in for a good hour to only end up with Veil and I winning with ten points more than the boys.
"Okay, kiddies. Time to chill for the night," I called after the game ended.
Slenderman had Jeff as his right hand man, but Splendy had me. I was obviously better.
Though the year around the time of my death was had and scary, life was definitely looking up. Never had I been happier with my life. Now that Splendy was getting more and more use to having his own killers, he would be getting more and more. And evidentially, I was excited for what my future held. Maybe one day I would find a boyfriend, eventually get married and have a kid or two. Heck, I would have been happy with adoption. My life has finally begun to turn up, and nothing could bring it down.