Forgotten (creepypastaXreader)

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     I stood at the front door of the mansion. Is this it? Have I finally found him? The fucker who left me? Who left me alone to deal with this hell ment for humans? Does he still live here?

    I look at all the dirty and broken windows. Vines line up on the sides and on some areas of the outside walls of the mansion. The handle on the door looks so old and rusted im afraid as soon as I touch it the whole door handle will fall off the door.

   The porch I was on looked dangerous to even step on. The boards are rotten and loose as some are even missing. The whole mansion looked to ancient to live in. I would have no doubt that the roof is caving in and there is to much mold on the inside that the air  would be  hazardous to breath in.

    I grab the door knob lightly, smearing blood onto the once pretty antic. Surprised it did not break off the door. This is it. I will finally be face to face with him. The one who abandoned me as a baby and left me to rot. To never exist. To be forgotten.

    As soon as I see him. I will with anger, with vengeance, beat him, torture him to death for all the hell hes put me through. Not a single tear or a sliver of regret nor sympathy will I have for him once im through putting him in his own personal hell that I have in store for him.

    Blood drips off my oversized cought that is drenched in the dark pretty red liquid. My hair would have been drenched too if it weren't for the big hood I pulled over my head. I looked down at my black boots. Thank full that they are water proof only 'cause the blood on them would have soaked through other wise. I know my face is smeared in the red substance. I also know someone could probably smell metallic a mile away from me.

    Should I put down my hood to show who I am? No. He wont remember me. I twist the knob and shove the door open. Pancakes is the smell in the air as my eyes land on all the people inside the surprisingly nice house. A boy dressed as a elf sits on a nice black velvet couch watching a show on a big flat screen.

    Two young little girls sit on the floor in front of the couch playing with rag dolls. A girl who's skin is pale and dark slick black hair is talking to a taller boy with a long black and white stripped nose on the foot of the nice marble stairs. Another boy with a unnecessarily wide smile stands in front of me with shocked eyes.

    The whole room went quiet, as all of the people in the room stop to what they were doing to stare at me. "Who are you?" The boy with the smile asks.

    "Where is slenderman?"

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First chapter! How do you like it? Anyways I need one comment on this chapter before I put the next chapter out! So please comment! Now some thanks to some readers! Id like to thank YOUthoUGHT1 forgiving me inspiration for thus book! Read her fanfic pn creepypastaXreader! Its better then mine!