Creepypasta ramblings

The waiting game.

Andrea's POV
I stomped through the forest, bucket of blood, and pissy mood to boot. "I know she's having issues but for the love of Satan can she just fuking let it go!" I yelled at a tree. "Andrea?" I heard a small and timid voice call. "WHAT!" I yell, looking in the direction of said voice. "Oh Hoodie i'm sorry." "It's fine, Anyway how's Ashley?" I visibly cringe when he mentioned her, he then noticed I was covered in blood, had bloodlust, and had a bucket of blood. "Did you kill her?" "Oh god no. She kicked me out of my own damned house, because I showed up like this and she was awake." He calmed down a bit "Why did she want to leave so suddenly?" he asked as we were heading back to the Pastas' house. "She went into one of her life crisis moments/ depression. When she gets like this, the mere sight of blood causes her to flip out. And her parents both being killed, well that triggered it, so I have to stay with you guys for over two weeks." he nodded, and we walked into the house "Andrea our newest killer is... who the hell'd you kill girl." Jeff greeted me . I brushed him off with silence, not exactly wanting to talk. "SLENDER" i yell, wanting him to get to know the situation. "Yes child" "I'm gonna be here for two weeks, is that fine." "Why? I thought you owned your own home." "I do, it's just Ashley kicked me out, because i needed paint." I pouted. "Well then alright." "Thanks Slender." I then walk up to Helen's room. "Hey got some blood." I said as I walk in the door. He looked up. "Did she kick you out?" "First off, how'd you know and secondly yes she did." "I just do. Anyway, how long do i have you all to myself?" I giggled "A little more or less than two weeks. Hopefully by then she'll be out of her life crisis/depression mode." I sighed, putting the blood bucket down, and flopping on the bed, still in my blood soaked cloths.
Two weeks later...
I noticed that Hoodie had gone out somewhere. I dismissed it as him just doing work for Slender, that was until Masky asked me if I knew where he was. 'I wonder if he went to check on Ashley...oh shit, I need to get home.' I bolted out not even grabbing my coat, or knife. "I'll be back later." I yelled, running off to my house to make sure Ashley didn't have a panic attack.

A/N if your wondering about the love of Satan it's a thing me and my friend started, ya know like worshiping him.
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