Blood Lust (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chasing the Traitor

TW: This has mentions of rape, murder, clowns, gore and many other things. DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. 

(Y/n). . . (Y/N)....

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called, getting louder and less distorted. You opened your eyes to find Tobias standing above you, his voice muffled slightly by the metal mouth guard protecting his torn skin around his mouth. 

You groaned, your ears ringing. "Where...?" You looked around to find yourself in the middle of the Mansion. "Are we... Home?" You looked around, the sudden warm safety filling you. 

"Yeah, we finally are." He smiled under his mouthguard. "Boss understands the truth now, and accepts us back home to fulfill our plan."  

"Hey sweetcheeks." Jeff mumbled from nearby. You frowned, regret now filling your heart. "Jeff- Do... You think we should even be... Together anymore? It's not like either one of us feel anything but lust... Bloodlust at that-" You mumbled. 

He nodded. "I didn't want to hurt you, I thought it might drive you to do something stupid... Plus, although it feels strange to say it... I don't think the group would be the same without you, or Tobias- No matter how annoying he gets. It's better if we just stay friends." 

You chuckled. "He can be such a dork-"

"I heard that-" Toby said. You smiled and chuckled, for a moment feeling happiness, just in the moment.

You and Tobias were greeted with surprisingly warm welcomes, considering them being killers...

But somehow... You frowned, being away from the group... You felt like this wouldn't last long, death's sweet scent lingered around, and out of the corner of your eyes... You saw him... 

He was there- Watching with a hating revenge, deep in his glitching SOUL. 

"Y/n? Do you... See something?" Jeff asked concern in his voice. 

"It's BEN- He's there-" You mumbled, grabbing (your choice of weapon). 

Brian and Tim (Hoods and Masky) headed out, opening the doors, BEN ran for it, and they gave chase alongside you and Tobias, and the others. 

A very bad feeling swelled in your stomach... What was wrong? You had never felt this before, you didn't like it one bit. Your heart began pounding faster with each and every stomping footstep you and the others took... 

Until you found him. BEN. These woods took you back to your childhood. Your life flashing before you, a music box tune filling your mind. 

~Flashback~ 

"Sissy, wait up!" You laughed, gathering Buttercups and crafting a flower crown. "For Mother! Do you think she'll like it?" Your sister smiled. "She'll love it, let's take it to her!" You both ran towards home with your gift in hand... The sun shining bright over the field of yellow. But as you entered the house... That same bad feeling... 

"Mom... Mommy? Are... You okay?" The sight of your mother fallen to the sickness made your heart sink. "Mommy? Mommy?!" Your father ran in. "Sweetheart what's-?" He stared at your mothers body mortified. "H-Honey?" He looked so upset...

You remember the funeral for your mother. It was silent besides the rain and the alter man speaking, the skies grey and unforgiving. The day seemed to go on, until it was your turn to say goodbye. Then you laid the flowercrown in her casket, and regretfully and unsuccessfully held back tears, which came out in sobs as your once kind father held you and your sister... Then once again black.

The next flashback you didn't want to remember came into play. Carnival music, a circus show, another dreary day, you, your sister, and your father. Your kind father took you there, you played games until a strange man talked to your father, to which your sister ran off, curious, you went looking, behind the circus show, the music becoming more and more vivid you walked, the happy tune playing in the back of your mind. The bad feeling...

You didn't want to remember. You didn't want to see that memory... 

That music distorted in your mind when you saw your sister turn a corner with a strange man... That s i c k feeling... Then that maze, that labyrinth, desperately looking for her. You called out for her.  You walked for what felt like forever... Then you saw her... Mangled... Tortured body... Her clothing ripped and torn, scattered about, her hair ripped from her very scalp. Her lifeless eyes, you screams, and like in a dream, nothing came out... Or at least you didn't hear it. Your father and the police came running, you felt helpless as your once nice father held you close. 

It made you sick, the memories.

Your once nice father, a poisoned man, began drinking from then on, and you were broken inside, much like a doll. You didn't want to think. Why did you remember? WHY did you HAVE to remember these things? 

You remembered your father always drunk, slurring about how their death was YOUR fault. HOW was it YOUR fault? You couldn't help it, you felt SO H E L P L E S S. . . So void of hope. 

He started seeing women, and the more he did, the more that the rage filled you to the brim. You wanted it to stop, the death, the women, the BLAME. You started sneaking out, planning things, going places, just to escape the cruel life you lived. Your father had a deadbeat job, and the only reason he could barely feed you much was because of all the fucking alcohol he bought. 

If you had half a fucking mind- You'd have killed him right then. You started living with your Uncle for a while, and your cousins. Turns out, they were just as sick minded as you were. 3 of them, Nickie, Micheal and Jack. It was the best of times, then the fucking worst of times. Jack was the oldest, being 17, Micheal being the same age as you, and Nickie being 3 years young than you two. They too, had a music box that they held dear. 

You all had fun, they had an X-Box and Wii, you'd play Hide and Seek, and then... Your Uncle lost it... Just- Out of nowhere- Just lost it, started drinking, seeing women. 

And then he beat them... To death, bludgeoned them to death right in front of you, laughing, and telling you that you were next. Calling you ungrateful brats, that you should learn to respect him and his space more. Or that you should've. Then he butchered them. The police arrived after a while of torture done to you, cuts and bruises covered your body, your cousin Micheal's body strewn about after being used as his fuck-toy, dead. Nickie was locked in the closet, and Jack was dead. Only you and Nickie were left.

Nickie was sent to foster care, and eventually put in an asylum, whereas you were once again stuck with your deadbeat father. The beatings came more often, sometimes were sleeping pills were not needed, you'd just sleep through the night with a good blow to the head. Your uncle moved in with your father. You started resenting school when your teacher's ignored the bruises and your calls for help. People began bullying you. That's when Roy came in. Your father invited him over for supper, not to tell him off. No, while you were in the kitchen fixing them supper, you overheard them talking. Your father said that maybe he'd finally 'straighten you out' and turn you into a 'respectable woman'. The bad feeling followed everywhere. Roy left to go home,.

You snapped, right then and there. You remember all the blood, the stabbing, the guts, the GORE. You remember dismembering them, taking your father's keys and unlocking the cabinet. Grabbing the pistol and walking outside. You remember cocking the gun, raising it, and pulling the goddamn fucking trigger. You remember the screams of fear.. then blacking out and waking up in that goddamn asylum.  

Wherever that feeling went, death always soon followed...