Creeps [A Creepypasta Fanfiction

Enter My OCs

#3: Pocky

(A/N: WARNING: lolicon, yuri, masochism, and lots of innuendo in this one! Lolicon, yuri, masochism, and innuendo!)

As he sat in his new recliner, the Remarkable Mr. Stitches realized something.

He was bored.

Boredom was something he didn't like.

Unfortunately, it was also something he had been for a very long time.

He had thought that staying in this house with these 'Creeps' and that little girl he had made his would brighten his mood, but it hadn't done anything of the sort.

Shoulda stayed with the Cirque, he thought. At least I'd be able to find more victims. Sister Sew is beginning to annoy me.

But, of course, there had been those accusations of 'torturing the performers and their children'. And Sister Sew may have tried to 'rape' and 'stab' the ringmaster's daughter (on several occasions), but none of those allegations had actually been what they looked like... Okay, they were, but still, it wasn't anything that some therapy and a couple of stitches couldn't have fixed.

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Sister Sew was confused.

Miko had brought in this stuff called 'pocky'.

She had taken a box out of her robes and dumped the stuff on her bed in the girls' shared room.

Sister Sew examined a piece of the candy, her green eye looking one way and her blue eye looking the other.

RED picked up another piece. Her voice reverberated in the back of Sew and Miko's minds.

What is thisssss? It hissed. Her forked prehensile tongue slithered from her mouth to wrap itself around the breadstick.

"It's pocky, obviously," Miko said, giggling at her companions' ignorance.

"What's it for?" Sister Sew asked.

"You eat it," Miko giggled again and took a bite out of the tip of hers.

RED wrapped her tongue around the chocolate coated bread and then retracted it back into her mouth.

"Pretty good," she spoke from her mouth this time.

As she sucked on her piece, an idea popped into Miko's head.

This could be fun...

"Hey," Miko said, turning to Sister Sew, "isn't Mr. Stitches here?"

"Yeah," Sew said, "Master is in the TV room."

"Isn't he into little girls?"

"Mm-hm. That's why He chose me for His experiments."

A wicked smile cracked Miko's face. "Great, go get him."

Sister Sew tilted her head curiously, but ran off to obey Miko's orders.

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As Mr. Stitches flipped through the channels, his eyes began to get heavy. These freaks could set up satellite TV in a mansion that had been abandoned for several decades, but they apparently couldn't afford any kind of gaming system or Internet.

"Master! Master!"

That was the Wicked Sister's voice.

Mr. Stitches groaned as the physically thirteen-year-old girl jumped up and came down hard on his lap. "What do you want, Sew?" he asked.

"Miko-sama has something she wants to show You, Master! Come and see, come and see!"

For someone who had been around since before the industrial revolution, Sister Sew wasn't very bright. Or maybe she was just childish.

Mr. Stitches rolled his mismatched eyes as he pushed his servant off of his lap and stood from his chair.

Sew looked at the new bruise on her arm from where she had hit the floor. There wasn't much pain as she pressed one of her claws into it, but Master gave it to her, so it was blissful anyway.

She jumped up and followed Master up the stairs. She fell into step beside him.

"So did Miko tell you what this surprise was?"

Sister Sew shook her head. "Nope, Master, she just told me to come get You."

Mr. Stitches sighed. This should be interesting.

As he came to the door to Miko's room, he could hear the sounds of a small struggle and muffled groaning.

Those were unexpected sounds.

Rounding the corner, Mr. Stitches got the biggest surprise of his unnatural life.

On Miko's bed, the ōnryo had her lips forcibly pressed into those of RED as they stood on their knees on the mattress.

RED was obviously surprised, but gave in anyway.

Her prehensile tongue slid out of her mouth and down Miko's throat, where Mr. Stitches and Sister Sew could see it writhing. Miko's sharp fingernails were sliding through RED's yellow hair, digging into the other girl's scalp.

RED's hands, however, moved somewhere a little lower. Her claws were digging into Miko's ass.

THUD!

Sister Sew looked behind her, wiping a nosebleed, and Miko and RED broke their kiss, RED's tongue still between them.

Mr. Stitches was on the ground, blood pouring from his nose.

Miko noticed the bulge in his stitched dress pants. She attempted to laugh with RED's worm-like tongue still down her trachea but made a weird wheezing sound instead.

RED was a bit more confused, though, and only stared at the unconscious form of the stitched together clown. She shrugged, grabbed Miko's cheek and crushed her lips back into the other girl's.

Sister Sew's mouth stretched into a grin. "Yay!" she shouted. "Master's blood!"

The girl got down on her hands and knees, crawled up to her master, and began to eagerly lick up the blood that oozed from his nose.

And that was the scene the Slenderman and his proxies came home to.

Of course, by that time it had become something that can't be recorded here.

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Yay, lolicon! Yay, yuri!

Aren't you glad I warned you? Well, I warned you about the lolicon, not sure if I ever said anything about yuri.

If you didn't notice, those were my OCs. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to introduce them in a story that a lot of people aren't going to want to read...

Anyway, right now, that's all I've got.

I had something else, but it wasn't really going anywhere. I might do it eventually, though, if I can get an actual, y'know, plot for it planned out.

The next chapter is going to do some mini-bios for these characters.

These, however are not what they're like in their actual stories.

Except for Miko.

She actually is like that.

I'd say vote and comment on this one, but if you didn't read it, you don't have to.

See ya next time.