Partners in Crime

Calm down

"Little Abby, you need to get out of here. It's dangerous" Huh? What the hell? Is that Alliby? "yes, it's me. But you really do need to get out of here." Okay..? But why? "Nonsense, you can stay here as looong as you like, my dear." Why do I have a bad feeling about this..? "Crap! He's here! Abby, I told you, get out of here. Now!" "How?! Where am I? .. Wait. I'm dreaming, aren't I? Well then. Isn't this just perfect." "Abby. Don't make me force you out of here. You aren't safe here. He's here with us. He will try to break your mind, and He might just succeed." "You say that as if I were a bad person." "That's exactly what I'm saying, you idiot." "Oh, now you're being mean. " "What in the hell is even going on in my mind right now?" "You tell me. Say, don't you want to come home?" "Come home..? But I'm at the mansion right now, aren't I? As far as I'm concerned, I'm home." "Ha! Foolish girl. You seem to think that they accept you as one of them. How can you be sure that they aren't simply using you for your power?" "Easy, that's not who we are. And I'm going to think that Mr. obnoxious voice over somewhere is Cheshire. So, just so we're clear, you and I, we are not family. The other Creepypastas and my sister are. You are just some jealous demon. You want what you know you can't have." When I said that, Rowan appeared. "Sup? Can one of you guys explain what I'm doing here? 'Cause I seriously have no clue." That's when I noticed something was off. I put my hand over my face, and that's when it hit me. I was wearing my old full-face mask. Rowan was also wearing one.  I realized that it was to stop Him from recognizing us, as our hoods were also up. "Rowan, do you know how to get out of here?" She thankfully nodded. It was dark, so I grabbed her arm, and followed her until we reached a point where it was so bright. We crossed. Well, Rowan crossed. Something grabbed my waist before I had a chance to. "Now, now. Isn't leaving without saying a goodbye impolite of you. You should learn some manners, young lady." I felt his claws, digging into the flesh of my wrist. I flinched, but He couldn't see my pain. Nor would I ever let Him see it. I slapped Him. He staggered backwards a bit, but before He could injure me any longer, I was awoken.

Bloody Painter's POV

I didn't know what to do. Stitches was whimpering, she was in obvious pain. And she was sleeping. Then I saw the blood. There wasn't much of it, but when I pulled up the sleeve of her hoodie, it revealed a very bad gash in her wrist, and it looked new, as well. I shook her slightly, but that seemed to be enough to wake her. Her eyes popped open, and she almost shouted out in surprise. I pulled her to me, and she immediately relaxed. I carried her to EJ, who was eating a kidney sandwich, and showed him her wrist. "Are you serious?" He asked in a low voice. "What is with these girls?" I looked at him, confused. "I had to check on the other one a few minutes ago. Her stitches on her face had randomly started bleeding. That, and she was crying blood. Like this one's doing." Alarmed, I looked at Stitches' face, and indeed, there was drops of blood falling from her eyes. Sighing, EJ took her from my arms, gently, and walked towards his room, which doubled as a operating room. it's where any of us went if we got severely injured. I followed behind him, and when we reached his room, I saw Jeff, looking concerned for Rowan, which surprised me, considering he's barely shown any emotion towards anyone, aside from hostility. But now, seeing him, he looked almost..broken. But the second I approached, his angry expression was back. "What the fuck do you want, Otis?" he growled. I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'm here for the same reason you are. I'm looking out for Stitches. Is that wrong of me?" That seemed to get his attention. He looked at EJ, who was laying Abby down on a different table. He seemed to have calmed down, and turned his attention back to Rowan, who started stirring. "W-what the.." He shushed her. She gazed up at him, and he smiled. The only thing I know I have in common with Jeff is that we are both the way we are because of some dumb-ass bullies. That's about it.

3rd person POV

Stitches herself was awake, but her eyes were closed. She didn't want another nightmare. No, on second thought, she couldn't even consider it a nightmare. It was real. The mark on her wrist was already scarring up, and would disappear within hours. She knew where she was. EJ's room. Helen was there too. She knew his odor by now, and she was glad that he was there, but disappointed with herself. She was dragging him down this road. But he has the choice to back down, to keep himself safe, to keep the others safe. So, why hasn't he been distancing himself like he should be doing? Why was he going through all this trouble to...be by her side, even if it could be his death? It just didn't make sense to her. "Hey, Abby? " She heard him say. She opened her eyes, and stared at the ceiling. "Slender wants to talk to you." Stitches nodded. "Are you going to leave?" She asked. 'That will not be necessary. I believe Helen should hear what I have to say. But first, Child, could you tell us why you are in this room?' "I brought her here, Sir." Helen said, and EJ nodded. Helen continued, "She was having..a dream, I imagine, and she started bleeding." He held up her wrist, but was surprised to see that it had already scarred. 'Rapid healing...how unusual.' Slender said. 'Child, was she crying blood?' Helen nodded. Slender sighed. 'Stitches, my Niece, you were having a 'living dream', something Cheshire does to toy with his victims. Normal humans would have died after this process, but you and your sister have survived. You both may be stronger than your father, and let us hope that is the case, because he is preparing to attack at any given day, or hour.' Stitches grinned, and lazily replaced her mouth-guard. "Great, because I simply can't wait to give him a piece of my mind. Say, what do you think demon-cats taste like?" She grinned, but even her mask could hide the crazed expression on her face.

"Because I simply can't wait to find out."