Murder the Noisy

Internet

Heya! I'm back! This is the second part to the backstory, so next chapter is back to the present, but until then, you'll have to make do with past you. Should I, as the author, interact with (Y/N) in the story? Comment here, let me know. If it's favourable, then I'll do maybe one or two sentences with
(Y/N), if at all, each chapter. Also, if there is anything that I obviously don't own, then I'm not writing it (Wattpad, you, characters, etc.). Anyway, enjoy the rest of the backstory!

(Y/N) POV

I had never been on the Internet before. This was the first time. I surfed through every possible thing I could think of in only a few hours. I found stories. I got attached. Even started to write. I found a site and an app called Wattpad and wrote stories. I became rather popular, my stories getting over 100 thousand views each, and about half the people voting on them. I had found a place where I could vent all the feelings I had had for so long. I also found other things, abut they weren't as exciting. I, instead of writing on Wattpad, decided to write my first novel that I would try to get published as a hardback book.

It didn't take me a long time to write anything. I could type very quickly for hours on end without stopping. My imagination also never ceased to stop, and didn't seem to have an end. Within a month, I had already nearly finished my hardback book.

As I finished typing the last words of my work into the computer, I printed it deleted the file holding it, and looked up at the time. It was 10:00 in the morning and I hadn't slept for days on end. It was 250 pages long. I then went to the warm embrace of the Internet to try and find a publisher. I obviously went for the bigger ones first, and to my surprise, my book got accepted on only the 3rd try. I went over and handed in my book. They were very nice, and reminded me to get a copyright. I then proceeded to do so, using a lot of the money my "late" parents had left behind. I got the copyright for all of Europe, China, Japan, US, Canada, and India. They were the places with the most people, so I wasn't too worried about the rest of the world. I also wouldn't be able to afford copyright worldwide.

I left to go home, and instead of sleeping, went onto Wattpad and started to read some comments. I always stayed very interactive with my followers and commenters. I looked over most of the statements, replying to questions, requests, and compliments, saying thank you and the like. I went to the drafter and started to finish my 6th book. Many people asked me why I only did six and that I would get a lot more people to look at my books if I tripled the amount, and I always answered that I liked to get in depth with the stories and that I wanted to finish them before starting a new tale. I had tried out various types of books. Fiction, non fiction, crime and mystery, short stories, romance, and x reader stories. I was starting to think the x reader one was my favourite, and it seemed to be my forte because loved mire people viewed and voted on it then the others.

I finished another one of the x reader stories in the book and decided to go to bed. It had been a very long week. I had killed my parents and disposed of their bodies, I had gotten the phone, and had written several stories, and all without sleeping. I fell asleep instantaneously.

When I woke up, I went straight to the computer, checked for new comments, and started writing. I heard a letter being posted through the flappy letter thingy. I went over and picked it up. I opened it and found that the publishers had already finished and wanted my final thought on the cover.

i(1. I don't own this. 2. Just turn it sideways. 3. I like dark stories, so this fits.)

It was interesting to say the least. I liked it. I quickly sent a letter back, informing them that I approved of the cover.

When I was in town to post my letter, I saw a giant fluffy cat pillow. I HAD to have it. I went in, bought it, and lugged it home on my back. I quickly plonked the pillow on the floor in my room next to the charger. It was twice the size of a  beanbag. I sat down on it and started to read stories.
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The next day, I went out to buy groceries, and other food and drink items. I looked around and saw a copy of my book. I smiled and bought a copy. When I got home, I put the book in a box marked precious. I sat back down, and kept thinking ab

I now needed to go out to buy food for myself and my new kitty pillow. I looked

A week went by. Not much happened. I wrote a lot more chapters on Wattpad and had thought about another book. I received another letter. I opened it up and saw a check, with a decent amount of money. It was enough to live off and get a few luxuries. I rejoiced. I wouldn't be living on the brink anymore. With a newly refreshed mind, I started on my second book.

7 years later (just before Chapter 1), I had become rather successful. I kept on writing on Wattpad, but now I got money from writing. I had sold hundreds of thousands of copies of various book I had written. I was amazed at how quickly all this happened. In a flash, I went from a killer to a well respected author.

I had recently had trouble sleeping. Yes, the fact my parents abused me and made sure I was never entirely fully charged. The cause of this, aside from insomnia, was the constant noise of the neighbours. They had never been this noisy before, in all the years I had lived here. The day of the party, I had seen some people that looked younger than the residents went into the apartment above me. The sounds of the horrible modern music, dancing, and loud sex were all too much for me. I went out to get some fresh air, but I could still hear the music. I didn't like going too far from home, the memories from when I was nine.

My physique had not changed in the slightest. Not one bit. And I was still nearly as childish as I was as that age. I went back home, not being able to bare it anymore. I lay in bed and waited.

This had been going on for 15 nights. I've had enough...

So what did you think of this chapter? Finally the end of the backstory. Now onto the main, present, story. Anyway, could you please not skip any chapters, because I'm gonna make a chapter where you comment on which Creepypastas you want (they'll be female, of course.). Don't worry, I'll add the usual ones, like Nurse Ann, "Jess" the killer, the slender"woman", etc. The chapter after that, I'll try and do the usual "girls" chapter where I list the females with pictures, names, age, and personality. That chapter is likely to be updated more than once.

Anyway, this chapter was 1292 words long.
See you next time! :3(colon three)