Living With The Creepypastas (Old)

2 ⦻ New Home, Killer Life

Running through the nightly forest was a nice rush of air and gave (Y/N) the feeling of freedom.

Even though she wasn't as fast or swift as The Slenderman, Jack, and Jeff while they ran forward with ease, she felt more comfort than she did before when she was stumbling over everything in her path. It seems she was getting used to avoiding the obstacles on the ground.

"(Y/N)!" She suddenly heard a voice in her head shout, making her lose focus and nearly trip over. It was the Slenderman communicating with her. "Yeah?" (Y/N) responded, looking around to see if he was nearby. "We're waiting for you. Hurry up and continue straight until you see the mansion."

(Y/N) nods to this and continues trekking forwards until she sees what looks like dimly lit lights up ahead and she could make out the shape of windows from a house. Nearing the building, she sees a huge mansion settled in the center of all the many trees of the woods.

It was a huge, sinister, and dark looking building towering above her and brushing the highest of trees. She could see a murder of crows flocking all over the pointy roof of the manor and some even fell to the ground under what was an unknown circumstance to her. Many windows lined up and down on the walls and the entrance to the mansion was a grand door complimented by a few creaky looking stairs.

The Slenderman stood at the top of the steps, seemingly waiting while (Y/N) approached. Jack and Jeff also waited impatiently beside him. "Welcome to my home, (Y/N). This will be where you will live from now on," he said. "Neat," (Y/N) simply replied.

"You will learn to become like us; ruthless killers, unforgiving and merciless towards the outsiders; you will uphold all of my rules. You will not speak of this place to anyone outside of these woods."

"You think I'm planning on exposing you or something? Don't worry," (Y/N) chuckled, crooking her head. "Tch, she won't last one day here. Next thing you'll know, she'll be running back to society, crying her ass off," Jeff snarled, crossing his arms, "I'll give her one day."

"I'll give her 11 minutes," Jack scoffed, following Jeff as he turned to enter inside the mansion. "Come now (Y/N). You will learn to adjust here, and you will continue to practice the ways of a proxy," The Slenderman said, pulling aside the doors for (Y/N) to walk in.

Upon entering the manor through the great doors, (Y/N) gets blasted with very very cold air and she's beyond glad that she decided to wear her (F/C) hoodie. The Slenderman seemed unphased by the drop in temperature and merely made his way into his own home.

(Y/N) walked in behind him and first sees the huge living room which had a very long couch fit to seat many people and a wide screened TV. The carpets were crimson colored and the walls were pitch black with red stripes. Aside from the living room, a long spiral staircase could be seen which led to the upstairs area.

"Wow, big place. It's uh... nice for for a house of killers," she commented, studying everything closely. "There is much more of this mansion to be seen, but now it is time for you to take rest in your room," Slenderman said, leading her towards the steps.

"How many people live here? It's so big and I'm not good with people," She questioned. "It's quite populated here, but don't worry yourself. I assure you, you'll adjust soon enough."

(Y/N) looks back and sees Jack and Jeff following them. She nearly stumbled back down the steps when she sees their actual features in the light.

Jack had a blue mask with a dark dripping substance coming from the eyeholes. He wore a black hoodie with the hood covering his hair and black jeans as well. Jeff had pale white skin, wild pitch black hair and eyes without eyelids; his mouth was cut open on the sides forming a wide cut like a smile and there was blood all over his white hoodie.

"What are you staring at?" Jack snapped, "mind yourself, wouldya?"

(Y/N) shrugs and faces back around to follow Slenderman. They both reach the top of the stairs and she saw the many many different looking doors lined up and down against the walls.

"Where's your room, Slenderman?" She asked once he was done naming all the owners of each room. "I'm downstairs along with my three brothers," he replied, and she nods to this.

There seemed to be a vacant room at the end of the hall on the right side upstairs that (Y/N) didn't notice before, and she looked at it in question.

"Which killer stays in there?"

"Why you, that will be your new room."

"How come...it wasn't there before...?

Slenderman merely laughs telepathically and leads her to the room.

This dude can laugh?

Once he opens the door to the room, she was shocked by what she saw inside. There in the middle of the room was a bed neatly made with her favorite color of sheets, covers, and pillows. The carpets were also a shade of two of her favorite colors, and same was the walls. There was a big picture over the head of the bed with all the killers standing together in it.

"What....have you been expecting me here or something??" (Y/N) exclaimed, gawking at the room in shock. "In a way, yes" The Slenderman replied, "and it didn't take long preparing either."

(Y/N) walked over to the bed and looked up at the picture of the killers and examined it. These people looked...scary...insane...deranged...some were very tall, some were covered in cuts and some wore bloody clothes and masks. It was somewhat like a freak show.

"This place..." (Y/N) mumbles, a twinge of doubt of being there forming deep within her. "Do you fear? Would you rather me kill you and find another outsider to serve me?" She heard The Slenderman's strict voice snarl and she quickly turned around to him, shaking her head.

Dammit! I forgot he could read minds!

"No. Like you said, I'll adjust to being here," She said, lifting her head a bit. "Good. Then you will now acquire rest so that we may begin your training tomorrow. You will be with my three other Proxies, and they will show you how things are done here and on missions."

(Y/N) nods and then dips her head in acknowledgment, "Ok sir."

With that, The Slenderman turned to leave the room and the door slammed shut behind him. "I guess this means I'll see what other killers there are in the morning," she murmured, turning back to look at the picture.

Scary...insane...deranged...

Would (Y/N) truly survive here? Get used to being surrounded by these? She tried to imagine a positive outcome from dwelling within the mansion, but all she could think of was the black and reddish furred dog with a unnaturally wide smile in the picture suddenly jumping out and ripping her face off.

"Gotta be strong" She thought. "I'm going to be one of them now."

She began stalking around the small room, admiring the favorable carpets and running her hand through the covers on her bed. There was a small bathroom for her conveniency and a closet to hold clothes. Speaking of clothes, she remembered she didn't bring any; she's brought nothing at all except her pocket knife.

It was all so fast when The Slenderman took her away from her home that she didn't have time to think of bringing anything.

(Y/N) tensed when the door of her room suddenly swung open, and even prepared to be attacked, but she relaxed when it turned out just to be The Slenderman. He held some (colored) night clothes in his hands and a large book.

"Wear these," he demanded, placing the clothes on her bed, "it will be more comfortable rather than sleeping in those." He points to her current attire and then holds up the book in his hand. "Read this, if you find yourself unable to sleep."

He rests the book on top of the clothes and then slowly made his way back out the room, closing the door behind him.

(Y/N) sighed and walked over to the clothes, picking them up and resting the book on the dresser next to the bed. She heads to the bathroom to change, and when she comes out, she goes straight to bed.

She was tired after this long, chaotic day. She laid her head on the pillow and closed her wary eyes.

Tomorrow she will begin a new life; the life as a follower of Slenderman, the life of a ruthless killer.