Chapter 1: I ate pasta for breakfast.

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A/N:
Ok, so this may or may not be a lemon, I have no idea. Please have fun, and let me know what you think! Definitely will be more first person than my DDLC book!
Toodeloo!

My eyes scanned the forest floor. The moon was beautiful tonight, of all nights. I sighed, sitting down and running my fingers through my blonde hair. It was an empty night, my mind blank and emotionless. Nonetheless, It didn't feel right, to be out here tonight. My mind jumped back to the argument, and the results that followed. I've been dumber before. I thought, placing my hands in my pockets. The moon had a glow to it, and I could almost see a silver lining. I closed my eyes, only to hear the sound of quick footsteps near me. I waited until they were near me, and I bolted up, jumping backwards quickly. The move threw whoever was attacking me off, and I opened my eyes. They were wearing a white hoodie, and it had little speckles of red around it, but that wasn't what I noticed at first. It was the body of a young girl, and she was fast. Her smile was deranged, her eyes filled with bloodlust. She looked about nine, and it didn't take her long to turn to face me with an confused smile.

"Sir, why did you move? I only wanted a hug." She asked. I felt a pang in my heart, but I ignored it. Her voice was luring, entrancing. I looked down at her, my back hunched slightly as my expression didn't change. She started looking irritated, and her expression changed from manic to innocent.

"Sir, could you please be immobile for a second? You've piqued my curiousity." She said. I was taken aback by the knowledge behind those words, and I nodded. She approached me, and grinned, her teeth razor sharp. Her irises were blue, but her eyes were black. A surprisingly decieveing combination. Her movement was fast, and I sucked in a breath as I attempted to move. She gripped my leg, and her grip was vicelike. A growl escaped my lips as I felt my bone crack, and I dropped to a knee, trying to break her grip. Her hand moved almost in slow motion, but too fast for me to recoil. As her fingers gripped my chin, she brought her eyes to my own, sniffing.
"You're not normal." Her voice was hesitant, but she was convinced. I looked at her, my body shaking as I considered what she could do to my jaw. I felt fear, but kept my stare blank. "What is your name?"
"{Y/N}. {Y/N} {L/N}. May I ask yours, young child?" I asked, her eyes searching my own to determine something. She released my chin, but held the necklace around my neck. I gripped her hand, pulling it from the necklace, not trusting her to avoid breaking it. I held her hand instead, letting her know I wouldn't leave. I can't give you that, young one.
"My name is Lazari. I live with a whole bunch of people. I think I'll keep you." Her smile was trusting, and I felt protective. It's not like I had any reason to stay. A few hours ago, everything had been wrenched from me anyway. I smiled back at her, and I partially closed my eyes.
"Lazari eh? It's very nice to meet you. I don't think you can "keep" me, persay." I voiced, her eyes turning darker the minute the words I don't think left my mouth. The pressure on my hand increased, and a gasp of pain shook me to my core, the bones and tendons in my left hand snapping and grinding.
"I said, I think I'll keep you sir. Your very nice." She said, her voice more insistent. A nod managed to escape my head, and the pressure on my hand decreased as she clapped softly. She was exciteable, that's for sure.
Someone else is approaching.
Lazari sniffed the air, and a smile spread across her lips as she threw her arms up. "Jess-iiiiiii~!" Her voice rang out, and I looked at her, confused. As soon as my head turned, I heard the solid sound of something thudding into the tree behind me, and my eyes widened, the moonlight glinting off the silver blade. Footsteps got louder and louder, and Lazari huffed up, looking into the darkness.
"Jess, do not kill my new friend. I'm gonna keep him." She said, and it was then I noticed it. A white sweatshirt, blue jeans, and raven black hair. "Jess's", skin glowed under the moonlight, pale as she was. Her smile was carved into her face, and I went to grip the knife in the tree by my head. The woman rushed at me, surprisingly fast, but stopped as Lazari stepped in front of me, the knife in her hand. My eyes unfocused as I noticed my hand was on nothing, and Lazari looked at Jess.
"Little Lazari, you can't keep him. Now let Jess deal with this bad man." She said, charmingly. Her voice was sweet, almost enough to get over the way her eyes were manic. Lazari held the knife close to her body, and I seen Lazari's muscles tense. Lazari looked up at this woman, and she let out a growl as she got closer.
"Jess, this man is mine. He managed to stay ahead of my movements. I think Miss Slenda should at least meet him." She said, and Jess stopped dead where she was. Jess's eyelid, or rather, eyebrow since her eyelids didn't seem to be there, twitched, and she grew irritable. She moved closer, and I seen something I shouldn't have seen. Lazari's spine broke through her skin, almost looking like spikes, and she grew about two feet. Her body became more woman-like, and I heard a snap in her tone.
"Leave Jess. Now." It was obvious if she moved any closer, she wouldn't be safe. I seen Jess suck on her teeth, and her jaw cocked, debating on taking on this creature. Meanwhile, my eyes were focused more primarily on Lazari. Her skin was turning a solid black, almost like she had grown an exoskeleton. My hand was being crushed again, but she let it go when she felt the broke bones. She turned to me, and the blue in her eyes has turned red. She smiled, her skin black, and her teeth sharp like a sharks. I stood up, and I quizically gripped her jaw. Her breath quickened, and I watched the entirety of her skin go back to normal, and her transformation into an eighteen year old teenager reverted back into a nine year old girl. She hugged me as I picked her up, looking at Jess. Jess's eyes were shocked, and it was then I noticed something.
"Miss Jess, Miss Slenda is here." Lazari noted, and Jess looked behind her. It was a woman of about 8 foot in height. She wore a finely pressed dress suit. Her face... Well, it was almost non-existent. Her voice rang out, and it was comforting as I collapsed, my vision staticking out.
"Well, that certainly wasn't normal, Lazari."

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