Creepypasta ramblings

Back home.

Normal Setup
It was a bad night in the mansion that night. Ashley had nightmares the whole night, about her parents and the murders she calls friends, Hoodie couldn't sleep either, thinking about how upset Ashley looked, and even Andrea couldn't sleep well, worrying about her friend. The next morning though, they all woke up before it was light out and went downstairs. Ashley sat at the table with her head down, exhausted. Hoodie sat on the counter, tired and sad. Andrea leaned on the fridge, worrying more and more about her friend after noticing how tired she was. "Andrea." Ashley called. "What, Ash?" "I wanna go home." Ashley replied in a sad tone. "Okay, we can go when it gets li-" Ashley cuts her off. "I wanna go home now." she says like a lost puppy. Hoodie hangs his head down. "Alright." Andrea says, standing up straight. She gets a flashlight and leads her friend back to her house. When they get there Andrea goes to change. "Are you alr-" Andrea stops, seeing Ashley fast asleep on the couch. She smiles. Then her phone buzzes and she turns it on to see a text from Hoodie. 'How is she?' Andrea takes a picture of Ashley peacefully sleeping on her couch and sends it to him. 'Instantly fell asleep at your house :(' Andrea puts her phone away, not responding because she didn't know what to say. She gets paper and a pen to write Ashley a note. Then she goes outside and texts Helen.
'Hey, tell everyone that we went back to my place. Sorry i couldn't be there Ash wanted to go home now' she sent him that and stood outside in the cool air. Her phone buzzed. 'it's fine, just try to visit us again soon. Also make sure you stop by, slender kinda wants you for quick kills' 'okay, i will. But keep in mind i have to take care of Ashley too, so sometimes she might come with me.' she put her phone back in her pocket and walked into the woods behind her house to see if anyone was snooping around. Her pocket buzzed and she pulled her phone back out 'why did she want to go home so quickly. I mean she was fine for a while. Is she not comfortable with us killers anymore?' she sighed, Andrea wonder for herself why her best friend had the sudden change 'well she's fine with killers since i'm technically one now. But i guess it's just one of these things she goes through because i remember this happened two years ago, when her aunt was killed by her Father. All she did for a month and a half was sit and sulk in my living room.' she kept her phone in her hand, and walked back to her house. This was gonna be a long day. Andrea walked back into her house, saw Ashley fast asleep, and walked into her room to draw. She soon noticed her drawings were getting bloody, and demented. "why is this happening now. One person, and it triggers this shit." she sighed frustrated and slammed her head on the table. "Why is it alway my drawings that reflect my inner subconscious thoughts" she sighed looking at the clock, 12:30. "I'm not getting any sleep all day. Oh, well screw it, i need my thoughts acted on. So i'll need 40 gallons of red paint." she got up and walked out into the woods leaving the note she'd written for Ash.
Ashley's POV
I wake up on Andrea's couch with a headache. The house is silent so I get up to look for a note. I hop over to the counter and find it. Then I sit down and read it. 'Dear Ash, Sorry if i'm not in the house when you wake up. There's aspirin in the cupboard under the sink. If i'm not back around 4, there should be food in the fridge. You can also sleep in my bed, i'm fine with the couch. I'll be out in the forest for uh reasons. Your Best Friend, Andrea' I look at the clock. 4:00. I hop to the fridge and get an apple. Then I go to get aspirin and sit back on the couch. As soon as I sit down, the door opens. Andrea comes in covered in blood from head to toe with a bucket of the red liquid and a scowl, while mumbling something about a screamer almost getting her caught. I almost drop my apple. "What's wrong with you?! Coming home like this after committing such an awful act. Get out!" I scream at her. She starts to glare at me but then changes it to a frown as she says "Fine, i'll go." walking out. I throw the apple in the garbage can and stumble upstairs to sleep. When I get to her room, I repeatedly punch her pillow until my knuckles hurt. Then, not feeling calmed down enough, I kick her dresser with my bad leg. "AH!" I scream in pain, falling down. Then I start to cry