My creepypasta family.

A little heart to heart with a 'God'.

I had no idea there were more pastas beyond the ones under slender. Lord Zalgo seems nice enough. Although, he's down right terrifying. We'll be here for a week, I might as well get used to his over bearing presence. His mansion is even more lavish then slenders. Its huge! That would explain why I'm lost at the moment. "damn, I should have asked for directions from that angel statue". I said to myself. "I swear I'm walking in circles". I've been lost for an hour. that's the last time I go to the bathroom on my own. "this is madness". I say leaning against a wall. I let out a deep sigh. I can't find my way back. "I'll die here". I whine. that's when I noticed a large wooden door in front of me. "Maybe that leads somewhere else". I walk over and try to open the door, but its locked. "great". I see there's a keyhole on it so I bend down to look in it. All I see is red. Maybe Zalgo was redecorating? the door opens with enough force to through me back. I rub my forehead. "ow". I whine. "that hurt".

"People get more daring as the years go by, I swear". a voice said. I look up and let out a scream. Shes completely white and I can almost see through her. her dress is torn and she has a bow in her long white hair. worse, her eyes are completely red. "AHA, G-G-G-GHOST"! I scream. "Whooo, Somebody help, its a ghost"! the girl mocks me. "what's the matter kid, you act like you've never seen a ghost before". she says nonchalantly. man, she is one sarcastic ghost. "well, uh, I'm not used to running, um, into sarcastic ghosts". I say. she lets out a chuckle. "I'm sure it's not something you see everyday". she extends her hand. "the names the red-eyed sprit, call me red". I shake her hand and immediately pull away. "god, that's cold". I say. "you get used to it Dreamer". She says. I look at her in shock. "how did you--". "I was there when you met Mr. Zalgo, you just didn't see me". she says. "I also know your lost, let me show you back to the ballroom". she said locking her door and walking down the hall. I quickly follow. "So Alex, whats your story"? she asks out of the blue. I nervously rub the back of my head. "I kinda, murdered my parents, and well, lesser slender found me, and I've been with the pastas all this time". I said. she lets out a sigh.

"Murder, murder, murder, that's all I hear now-a-days". she said. "you were a luckily one Alex". this confused me. "lucky? I don't follow". I say. she stops walking, her back facing me. "Most people commit those disgusting crimes, in order to join slender's mansion". she explained. she then glanced back at her. "If slender didn't have you or your little girlfriend killed as soon as you stepped foot into his forest, it means he must have seen something in the both of you". that never struck me as odd. "that's...interesting". I say. its then I realized she called mindy my girlfriend. "wait, mindy isn't my girlfriend, were just close friends that's all". I say quickly. she chuckled again. "that's how most relationships start". she said. I let my head sink. "well, what about you, what's your story"? I say trying to change the subject. She looks down. "Years ago, my husband murdered me in that room you see there". she said. I suddenly regretted asking. "oh, I'm so sorry". she smiles back at me. "don't worry about, he was a dick". she said.

I slightly laugh at this. "so where is he now"? I ask. "Rotting in hell, I hope". she says. "I was the one who drove him mad and caused him to commit suicide". She says. "Did you enjoy it"? I ask. "immensely". she responds. "So why are you down here"? I ask. She shrugged. "Slender gave me the option to stay in his mansion, but all those adolescents really didn't sit well". She said. "Seeing as there are few who are mature in that place, and I didn't want to roam the earth for eternity, I decided to stay down in Zalgo's mansion". she finishes. "Oh, that's interesting". I say. We walk in silence for a while longer. "Ah, here we are". she says.

Sure enough, were back at the ballroom. "Alex, where have you been"? Slender asked. I rub the back of my head. "I went to the bathroom and got lost on the way back". I explained. "Then I ran into her and she guided me back". I gestured to red. Slender looked down at red, who gave him a smile. "Ah, Mrs. Red-eyed spirit, its been quite awhile". He said taking her hand in a gentleman gesture. She chuckled. "It may have been 60 years, but you have an outstanding memory, slender, I thought I told you to cut the formal crap". She said. Slender let out a deep chuckle. "I'm afraid I can't do that". He said. Slender then turned to me. "Oh, yes, Alex"? Slender called to me. "Yes"? I say. "Lord Zalgo, would like to see you". He said. Did I hear that correctly?

"Uhh, Zalgo"? I repeated. "Address him as lord, he's on his balcony". Slender advised me. "right". I say and leave. 'Why does Zalgo want to see me'? "Go find out". Slender said. Oh, yeah, telepathy. 'Damn mind reading'. I think to myself. "Mind your language". Slender said. I quickly walk away before he reads my mind again. I make it the stairs, which are impossible tall, and make it to my destination. There I see zalgo starring off into the empty wastelands that is the creepypasta world. I stare at him for awhile, not sure how to act. "Come closer, dreamer". His demonic voice rings. I flinch but do as he says. "You wanted to see me"? I said. He nodded. He nods and turns towards me.

"Listen boy, are you sure you want to stay a pasta"? He asked. That's a strange question. "I'm afraid I don't understand, lord zalgo". I state. He sighs, steaming blowing out of his mouth. "Being a pasta isn't all sunshine and rainbows". He stops his thoughts. "That was the wrong analogy, the point is being a pasta has its flaws, just like everything else". He says. "Everyone you live with, has their weakness". "Really"? I ask. He nods again. "Benjamin needs technically can only really live in the digital world, Jeffrey still has regrets for killing his family, Toby still lives with his mental and physical injuries from his past". He glanced back out in the distance. "Even slender doesn't like slaughtering humans". This shocked me. "I can sense your confusion, slender kills more out of need then anything else. have you noticed that he only kills those who wander into his forest"? He asked.

Come to think of it, he has only killed those in the forest. "Its very rare for him to go out of his way to kill nowadays". He turns back to me. "I could give you your life back". He tells me. I look up in shock. "I have nearly godlike power, sending you back to the human realm is no more difficult then flipping a coin". I shake my head. "I don't want my old life". I said. "I didn't mean sending you back with your parents, their dead after all, I meant giving you a normal human life". I think about it. "Your memories of the pastas would be erased and you could lead a easy life free of killing, of course I couldn't say what happens later on down the road if you meet them". I look up at the demon before me. "Why tell me this"? "Because I looked into your soul, and I saw something that shouldn't be there". He explained.

He then reached down and touched my the place where my heart is with a claw. "There is human in your soul". I was confused. "When a human becomes a pasta, they are supposed to lose all traces of they're humanity, that's why Jeff, Jane, Clockwork and so on have almost no problem being cruel and sadistic, they're humanity is dead". He explained. "You still have some of it, that's a sign that your body is rejecting the pasta transformation". "This a lot to swallow". I said. "Do you still hesitant or feel guilty when you take a life"? He ask. I think back a bit. "Yes, at least a little". I reply. "That's not good, you may not be cut out to be a pasta". He said. "The girl, Mindy, she hasn't killed anyone yet, has she"? He asked. "No". I said. "we'll have to wait for her". He says to himself. He looked back at me. "If your humanity wins over your pasta, then you might be killed". He states. My jaw drops. "How do I stop it"! I yell. He laughs out loud. "Its a feeling, you can't stop, all you can do is hope your soul accepts the pasta part". I look down at my shoes. "If it's any help, outside stimulus does do a little good". He said. He then turned back to the wasteland. "Good luck, you are dismissed". He said shooing me off.

I walk down the steps, what he said still ringing in my ears. 'If your humanity wins over your pasta, Then you might be killed'. I shake my head. I need to tell someone. I can't do this alone.

But who do I talk to?