Creepypasta Child Scenarios

First Day of School...

*3rd P.O.V*

"She's not going to need a grenade, Timothy." Hoodie swatted his arm, "My baby's not gonna grow up to be one of us."

"Like hell she isn't, Brian." Masky shot back.

"I thought we decided to home-school her. What happened to that idea? It's easier." Slender sighed, listening to his proxies bicker.

"Nope. Sorry Boss, but (Y/N) is going to be normal and make real friends." Hoodie said. He was putting together her little backpack while Masky was stationed at the counter, supposedly making her lunch for the day.

And Slender was playing marriage counselor and it was very, very amusing.

"Cut the crusts off her sandwich. She won't eat it otherwise."

"Yes ma'am."

Hoodie growled and slapped Masky on the back of his head with a ruler.

"Besides, (Y/N) doesn't need friends. It'd be better to just teach her here." Masky groaned, "And I'm awake earlier than I should be...I'm not happy."

"I told you. (Y/N)'s not going to be a killer. She's going to grow up and actually do something with her life." Hoodie said, putting (Y/F/C) pencils into her bag.

"Who say's you get to decide??"

"Cuz between the two of us, I wear the pants in this relationship. Deal with it."

"And who says you get to own the pants?? Maybe I wear the pants!!"

"Trust me. I top. I got the pants and I'm deciding."

"I didn't need to hear that at 6:30 in the morning." Slender huffed, sipping at his coffee. He didn't mind sending (Y/N) to an actual school...mainly because he was curious to find out if he was a better teacher than those underpaid college snots. It was more of an experiment than anything else. But he could've lived the rest of his life without that outburst. On the bright side, BEN now owed him $50.

That effectively shut Masky up and he continued to fix (Y/N)'s lunch without another word. He was no doubt blushing like a tomato under that mask of his while Hoodie was probably smirking.

(As you can see, I'm not making Hoodie extremely shy. Thought it'd be a nice change from the timid persona that he usually portrays. If you don't like it...I don't know what to tell ya. #noregrets)

However, Slender did notice when the newly discovered bottom slipped a set of brass knuckles into the (Y/F/C) lunchbox. They were small, specially made (obviously) for (Y/N)'s little hands. And what did he have to say when he witnessed this little act of defiance?....Not a damn thing, that's what. It seemed that this was going to be an interesting day after all...

*Toby's P.O.V*

"It's kindergarten, not the Miss America Contest. Ditch the tiara." BEN grumbled, looking in the closet for something for (Y/N) to wear.

"Wow. Way to not b-become her favorite par-parent...ass." I muttered, dropping said sparkling tiara back into the chest of dress up gear. There had to be something she could bring with her. She was gonna be bored to death!

School sucked. That's no secret. Boring classes, boring teachers and homework!! Who wants to do homework after eight hours of having their brain barbecued and sauced with information that wouldn't help them in real life??

"I'm hungry." I said, lifting a giggling (Y/N) on my shoulders, "W-w-we're getting breakfast."

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