Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Remember When We Forgot to Mention (Pt.2)...

"Um..."

The trench coat wearing doppelganger held her chin in place with icicle fingers, sending shivers down her spine and goosebumps crawling over her skin. A sinking feeling pitted in her stomach as she was forced to look up at a dripping tongue that scrapped over a dry, twisted smile.

(Y/N) couldn't even recall seeing the guy move. He was just suddenly in front of her, touching her face while she stood frozen.

"A rose for you, Sweetheart." He purred, holding out the prettiest flower she'd ever seen. Big, blossomed petals sat atop a thin emerald stem. Its deep crimson color tempted her hand forth to touch the softness it held.

She didn't hear the angry crash of stomping feet parading up the staircase. She didn't hear the screams of warning that thundered through the mansion. The world just faded away...even the tall, horrifying creature seemed to slowly transform into something more...appealing to the eye; Bright red curls? Freckles?

Her mind stopped altogether when strong arms angrily yanked her away, resulting in her face hitting smack against a hard chest. She could hear a heartbeat pounding. Was it hers or his?

(Y/C/E) eyes slowly blinked into reality and thick strands of long black hair entered her vision.

Jeff held her up with one hand and bared his knife with the other, daring Offender to cross him. His blood burned with a rage that he could barely contain. The only thing keeping him grounded right now was (Y/N). If it weren't for her, he'd already be at work cutting this pervert into pieces!!

(Y/N) was dizzy and found herself leaning against him. Her legs felt like jello she held onto his hoodie.

Offender chuckled and straightened up, brushing off his coat. "You know, threesomes are a lot of fun too." There was a sickening edge to his voice that made (Y/N)'s stomach turn. This dude was completely serious. Where in hell was Slender?

L.J appeared in front of the bunch, thick clouds of black and white rolled at his feet. He stood tall, not so much as tall as Offender was, but he was easily at eye level with his chest.

Offender leaned down once more, getting right up in the clown's face. But L.J didn't move an inch.

"You wanna join us? Heard you were a bit of a freak." Offender's smirk grew wider, showing slimy pointed teeth. He tilted his head in curiosity and it didn't take a genius to see that he was 'eyeing' the clown's crotch.

'CRACK!!!!'

A sharp slap echoed down the halls and damn near shook the mansions foundations.

Offender's fedora went flying off, tumbling down the stairs and landing at Splendor's feet. The tall being wobbled and tried to rub away the stinging pain that wracked his entire face. A deep red mark (a clear hand print) took up the whole left side, from his forehead to his jaw.

"We sir, are not interested." L.J snarled, "Back. Up."

E.J gently took (Y/N) into his arms and with Jeff, retreated around the corner.

"So that's what you're into?" Offender grinned, reaching out to grab L.J's wrist. The hand print on his stupid face was already beginning to bruise around the edges. A goopy yellow slowly outlined the fingertips.

But our twisted clown had other plans in mind. His lips grew with a smirk of his own when clammy fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried to pull him forward.

"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel..."

Black stripes melted into a deeper ebony. The feathers on his shoulders ruffled.