Creepypasta Child Scenarios

All Around the Mulberry Bush...

(Reader-chan's about 10-11ish now)

Bad idea...

Bad idea....

Bad idea!!

(Y/N) flew around the corner, almost clipping her head on the edge as she sprinted into the living room and hopped over a lazy BEN.

He glanced away from the television and caught just a glimpse of her wild (Y/C/H) hair before she disappeared again. Part of him wanted to find out what the hell she was running from. When you live in a mansion with a bunch of scary serial killers, you shouldn't be afraid of anything (except maybe Barney...).

"Hahaha!!! 98....99....100!!!"

BEN muted the t.v.

That was the clown...L.J was counting?

No no, that couldn't be right. Anything that even remotely sounded like common sense hardly ever came outta that mouth. There was no way L.J was counting actual numbers.

Unless....

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(Y/N) skidded to a stop right at the bottom of the long long staircase. She hated the stairs, they made her legs sad!! And the mansion had so many!! Why?!

She huffed and tried to catch her breath.

Option One  She could stay on the ground floor. There were a lot of places to hide...lots of rooms and closets and most importantly, no stairs!!

Option two  She could suck it up and conquer those damn stairs like a badass and be rewarded with a better hiding spot.

Option Three.....We don't talk about it. (*Cough cough* The fudgin' creepy-ass basement that E.J frequented and often brought home...live meals.) Nope. No thank you.

"Uncle E.J needs Jesus...." (Y/N) muttered.

"Hehehe!! Ready or not...." His voice bounced off of every wall in the mansion, "Here. I. Come."

And that was more than enough motivation for (Y/N) to haul her butt up each and every one of those stairs, taking two at a time even.

Somehow, she pushed herself even harder. This was just like the Barney thing, but much much worse. L.J was probably right behind her and he was real!! Now she understood why nobody liked to play hide-and-seek with him.....Apparently L.J took this game very seriously.

Her lungs burned and her heart was pounding in her ears like an angry drum.

'Bang'

'Bang'

'Bang'

(Y/N) gulped down a breath and risked looking back over her shoulder. Which turned out to be a bad decision, because just like that predictable girl in a cheesy horror movie (that everybody fuckin' hates!!)...she fell!! Curse her feet and their clumsy ways!!

"Woah!!" Two arms snatched her up and her back hit a hard chest, "Where ya goin' brat?"

Charred black hair fell into view and she immediately relaxed into his hold, breathless and tired. "Hi, Uncle Jeff." (Y/N) panted (Jeff's hugs were rare. E.J dishes out more cuddles than he does!!). The creeping feeling of paranoia returned with a vengeance the very second he let her go and she clung to his middle, mushing her face into the white hoodie like she'd never see him again.

(Side Note: In these scenarios; Jeff, BEN, Toby and (kinda) Mama Masky have rather toned complexes. They are by no means weak or lesser characters. But I just imagine Hoodie and E.J having a more noticeable build. The clown, like our precious Captain America, is a proud dorito (bigger shoulders leading to a thinner middle). Then of course you have Slendy, who is a noodle └(・-・)┘....A noodle to be feared!!!!! (⁎˃ᆺ˂) )