Lifes a Joke. (Creepypasta x reader)

Nerds and words

Most of the Jokes last time were by Bo Burnam a lot of jokes in this will be from him.

(black pants with ripped knees and combat boots)

Your bed room was pretty plane and simple but that was mainly because you didn't have any paint yet.  That and your parents would probably kill you. If they were around. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. When you pulled it out you saw that it was Ashly calling.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Listen I know its not really your thing but there's this party I'm going to-"

"No."

"Oh come on why not? And don't say studying were not getting another test for like ever."

"Even though your my best friend we couldn't be any more different. Look, I just need to work on my jokes okay. And besides Josh is the one who's throwing the party right?"

"Ya so."

"Sooooo, you know that girl who they found dead in the dich last week, Cassy?"

"Ya."

"Well Josh was dating her. And now that she's dead he's already starting to come on to me and is throwing a party."

"Well, whatever I'm dragging you out of that house one day."

"hehe, good luck. By"

"By."

I clicked of the phone and fell back into my bed then rolled backwards into a sitting position. I opened my book to a blank page and started thinking.

Jokes. Ashly. Party. Party nights. Drunks. getting drunk. forgetting the night. I started humming a toon to myself.

"Growing up I always heard about these big high school party's tell I got to high school, and started having them myself." I wrote that down. "This is a song called 'What did I do last night'." I imagined electronic music behind my voice and imagined me at one of my comedy shows pretending to act like a rapper going back on the forth repating the word ya. Then a light shing on me and the music getting loud.

"Ya Ya ya ayyyyy What did I do last night?..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!................I cried myself to sleep!" Done. music, everything gone.

You tried to come up with something else but you felt like you creative proses had hit a roadblock.

Well sense there's nothing else to do you guessed you might as well hit the club..................the club sandwich downstairs and your favorite blankie for some nerdy Netflix time.

Ashly's POV.

Honestly I wasn't to into this party. For some reason the hole time I was hear I felt like something was wrong. I thought about leaving but for now I just went into a couch in the corner and sat down. A guy dropped down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing over hear."

"Waiting to see if someone like you would come sweep her of her feet." he laughed

"Well I might just be qualified for the job."

"Oh really~" As I said that the door of the room opened and people started screaming. Once the doorway was clear I saw two kids standing there in masks one had a gun and the other had a camera. The camera was video taping a third kid who came in the back and started chopping people down with some kinds of axes. Within less than a minuet, half the people in the room were dead or dying. Slowly everyone was picked of in front of me. The group came up to me and shot the boy I was with. I hit the hatchet kid in the head with my bag. His head turned backwards with a snap then he lowly cracked it back into place. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to him like he was threatening me.

"Your friend Ava. Were does she live." He whispered like he was trying to hide it from the others.

"What w-will you d-do with her."

"Nothing. Were just fans. If you tell me I'll let you live." My breath shuddered as tears pored out my eyes.

"She lives at -Insert address-," I felt so guiltily, and desperate.

He let go of me for a moment and smiled.

"Thank you. I promise she'll be safe." Once he said that he jumped at me rapping his hands around my throat and squishing tell I felt  the front of my throat meat the back as the air in my lungs was ripped from me and everything went dark...

Comedians: Bo Burnam and Tomas Sanders.

Next chapter soon...