Creepypasta reader insert

~Chapter Two~

S/N- Sister's Name

U/N- Uncles Name

Flashbacks will be written like This

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You woke up strapped to a grey, metal chair. There was a dim light in front of you, which was just a darkly shaded brown lamp, which dimmed and flickered every now and then. You looked around in your slightly dazed state. You struggled against the leather, worn down bonds, moving the chair as you began your "escape" attempt. Huffing you leaned against the uncomfortable, cold prison you were currently in. The walls were concrete, and there was a metal door in the very corner, with a small, bloodstained bed and covers thrown everywhere. 

"Like that serves a purpose" you growled, looking down at the bonds in anger "Zalgo." rolling your eyes slightly, you turned your head to the metal door, hearing very faint footsteps and the metal door opening to reveal a very dark, tall figure stepping into the room, the dim light on the molded, concrete roof shining light onto a faceless being. You jumped back in surprise, and fear to watch the odd creature intensely.

"Do you know why you're here.." it growled, echoing in your head as if you were both standing in a cave, causing you to struggle against your bonds before he crouched in front of you, gripping the handles of the chair tightly with its tendrils, holding your arms and hands down tightly as another slid back your sleeved shirt to reveal Zalgo's red symbol, which was etched into your arm. Seeing this made him growl furiously, standing up in the abnormally tall space, towering over you before sighing and turning his back to you, letting his tendrils leave your arms. He seemed to be in deep thought until he turned around to face you.

"Y/N, do you know why you are here?" 

"No." you answered at the simple question, rolling your eyes. "If I did then I most likely wouldn't even be in here, besides, how did you even know my name?"

The faceless being sat in the chair in front of you calmly "I've been studying you, Y/N"

You chuckled "like that isn't creepy at all."

"You're very valuable in my plans. your intelligence precedes you, Y/N, I want to ask you a few questions before beginning the...Procedure."

Your eyes widened. Was he going to kill you? Hand you over to his proxies or the other Creepypastas as a playtoy? You thought for a moment, what the point in not answering his questions if he just planned on killing you anyway?

"Now, My Dear, why did you choose to work under Zalgo?"

You stared at him for a bit before lowering your eyes down to your lap, remembering the memories you tried so hard to forget.

"No! Stop-please! She's only 5," you cried out, watching as your uncle slowly turned your baby sister to face you, tears streamed down her face as she sobbed violently, her white dress stained with blood and tears as your uncle made eye contact with you, slowly raising the Shotgun he had found in your families' barn, pointing it into the back of her head and pulling the trigger, a sick grin on his face as he watched you run over to her before she had hit the ground, cradling her dead body as you struggled to get a grip on what had just happened. All U/n did was a laugh, a crazed grin in his eyes as he stared down at you, a joyous smile on his face.

"She always annoyed me one way or another. Always "Uncle look at this" and "Uncle look at that. I'm glad she's gone."

You looked up at him, a mixture of emotions running through you as he pulled out a black and red matchbox, a crazed look on his face.

"You fucking disgust me." you spat, leaning your now dead sister's corpse against the wall and staring at the man you had thought you knew so well. 

"I know." he pulled a black and red matchbox out of his pocket before opening the window and crawling out of it, holding a lit match above the floor he had doused in gasoline. 

"See ya in Hell, Cupcake." he threw it in, the match landing in front of the window and covering you only escape route.

"I'm so sorry, S/n." you kissed her forehead before shooting up from your seated position, back against the corner as you watched the flames grow higher and higher and engulf the room. You ran towards the dark wooden door, gripping the metal doorknob and attempting to yank open the entrance of your parents' room, only to find it had been locked.

"Zalgo had promised to bring back my family. My baby sister." tears threatened to burn in your eyes as you stared holes into your lap, harshly biting your lip to distract yourself.

He watched you in concentration, listening intently. "And what did Zalgo ask in return, Y/n?"

Y/n grip tightens on the doorknob, jiggling it a few times but to no avail. Y/n felt the heat rising against her back as the flames grew closer at an alarming rate and beginning to throw her body into the old door, successfully forcing it to open as she made a mad dash for the front door only to find out it too was engulfed in flames. She turned around and headed for the bathroom and began tampering with the window, her lungs beginning to fill with smoke as she struggled to get it open, her eyes beginning to water as she began to suffocate on the toxic fumes of the flame, hands getting weaker as she heard the fire getting closer, but finally managing to forcefully open the window and crawl out, coughing and sputtering and running away from the house as fast as you could, the moment you began running you heard your uncles car starting, but you didn't care until you turned around.

The families' home was completely swallowed by the flame and only continued to rise, black smoke rising into the sky. Tears began to leak into her eyes again, this time it wasn't just the fire that caused it. She fell onto her knees hand covering her mouth as more tears fell and she began sobbing, eventually exhausting herself and passing out, the lasting thing she heard were sirens.

You finally looked up to stare at Slender, a melancholy expression on your face as you spoke the words to him slowly. 

                                                                      "My Soul."

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                  It's so strange that Autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying.