Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Welcome to the Family/ First Word...

(Masky's P.O.V)

"Jeffery, poke that baby one more time and see if I won't kill you."

The younger pasta flinched and stared at me. I think he was glaring, but it was hard to tell....the eyelid thing. The creep's been sitting there poking the poor kid in the face and making her cry every. single. time.

"But it's so....squishy. Why doesn't it do anything?" He titled his head.

"Because she is too young." I sighed, warming up her lunch, "Go find Hoodie and tell him to come here."

"No, I'm not your bitch." Jeff snapped and poked the baby again, "(Y/N). You're a funny lookin' thing, huh?"

"Watch your mouth, heathen." I snapped.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!!" He smirked, "Lighten up boy scout. It's not like she'll remember anything. You said so yourself, 'she's too young'.

He pulled up the hood to her little onesie and lifted her out of the highchair. "I think she's even starting to look like me." He smiled, cradling her in his arms. Her little hands seized fistfuls of his disgusting, off-white hoodie and giggled, leaning into him.

"God forbid." I muttered and poured the warm formula into her bottle.

Believe it or not, Jeff wasn't all that terrible when it came to (Y/N). Everyone had a different way of adjusting to her. I think it's safe to say that Sally is having a harder time than the rest of us. Excessive tantrums, whining, and pouting. The Boss says that it's just jealousy, we say it's annoying.

L.J had been the grumpiest we've ever seen him. He wasn't upset about the baby so much as the cheerio thing. (And if you don't know about the cheerio incident, Mama Masky's gonna tell you bout the damn cheerio incident...)

Picture it-

Almost four o'clock in the A.M. We're just getting home, trickling into the mansion before the sun comes up. Dragging our feet and ready for bed (let's be honest, killing people isn't as easy as it looks). But I have to give The Boss his reports before I can get any sleep, so while I wait around for him to show up L.J announces that he wants some cheerios and rushes off to the kitchen to find them.

Now this is weird for two reasons;

1- The clown was against eating anything that couldn't give him cavities and last I checked, Cheerios were oddly healthy.

2- Who even eats Cheerios? Everybody knows that Fruity Pebbles are the shit. Hands down, best cereal in creation.

Anyway, Boss finally drags is ass down those stairs (taking his sweet time in doing so) and I couldn't help but notice something...off about him. To put it simply, the guy was fidgety and if I wasn't so tired, I might've asked him what his problem was. But my bed was calling my name and lord help the poor bastard who'd try to keep me from answering that call.

He greeted me as he usually did, and before I could regale him of our nightly outing...I was so rudely interrupted by an odd 'kerplunk' immediately followed by...

"WELL GIVE ME NUGGETS AND CALL ME RONALD FUCKING MCDONALD!! THERE'S A BABY IN MY CHEERIOS!!!!!!!"

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Our home had never been more silent...

But every question was answered with a sudden burst of maniacal laughter and the sound of splashing and choked gurgling...