Miss Pyro (Creepypasta x Reader)

Roommate

Glares shot at you as you were brought down a long, silent hallway, filled with people with messy hair and clothes, most with a strange look in their eyes shouting that practically screamed that their mental state was just as uneven as yours.

A smirk planted on your face. Two large, scary, muscled men gripped tightly to your straight jacket and hunched figure, as if you’d try to escape, which both men knew you wouldn’t.

‘I love it here!’ you thought, a normal statement that ran through your head ever since you landed yourself in the Clawson asylum it was home to you. Many would desperately try to leave the building if they were in your shoes. But they’re not, so they don’t have a say in the matter!

You-tried to-pick up your pace in a skip, looking forward at the huge metal door in front of you. your smirk blown into a great wide smile before the two men pulled you back, making you nearly fall to the ground.

Finally you all arrived at the door, a small square piece of paper labeled “(crossed out “mr.”) Dr.Claws(crossed out “en”)on” on it, ‘I made that!’ you thought proudly as you entered the room.

“Ah, well if it isn’t my favorite patient, (Y/N)!” A man with curly light brown hair said, lifting his arms up to embrace you. “How are you, my dear?” He asked in a gleeful thick french accent.

Your insane grin quickly changed to a warm, inviting smile as you tried holding up a thumbs-up to him, forgetting the straight jacket strapped tightly to you.  Your grin turned into a large frown looking at the doctor sadly.

    The doctor smiled at you for a second, before telling your escorts to release you from the jacket. He pulled up a chair for you and motioned for you to sit down before getting his own chair. After you both got comfortable, he clapped his hands and looked at you sternly. “We need to talk.” He started. His serious mood frightened you for some reason. You’ve never seen Mr.Clawson act so serious, even when you got in trouble, even when you got into a fight, even when you started a fire (which happens a lot), he’s NEVER been like this.

You started trying to think of what the worst thing you’ve ever done here was. Did he find out I broke his face?! Or tried to set his wife’s glasses on fire?! What did I do?! Your eyes widened and looked around crazily as you tried to think what thing you needed to apologize for. Clawson must have noticed your panic, for he cracked a hint of a smile and placed a hand on your leg.

“Don’t worry.” He stated, looking at you kindly. “You’re not in trouble.”  You nearly collapsed from relieve that you weren’t in trouble. “Look,” he started, reaching behind him grabbing a file on his desk, “there’s a new kid coming in, about your age.” He turned his head away from you for a second, grin still on his face.

“This is gonna sound weird, but he’s going to stay with you.” This confused you greatly, the system here was girls had girl roommates, boys had boy roommates. Before you could object, he spoke again “Look,  this boy was bullied growing up I trust you to respect him and be kind to him. Besides, a lot of the people here hate you, it’d be hard to find a girl to let you be her roommate. This could be a good opportunity for you to make a friend!” His smiled widened at you.

You cleared your throat to speak. “Well, what’s his name?” You asked as you stared at the picture in his file. (GUESS WHO IT IS)

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(ARE YOU GUESSING?!)

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“Toby Rogers.”