Living With The Creepypastas (Old)

6 ⦻ Meeting Some Creepypastas

When the four were upstairs, they walked all the way down on the left side of the hall until they reached one of the rooms at the very end. Masky was about to knock on it, but the door was opened before he even could.

"I figured you three would be here, since you were training today." A lady with wavy brown hair, red eyes, and a black nurses outfit sighed, leaning against the door frame. Her deathly pale skin looked as if it were stitched together after having have been torn to bits.

"And as usual, Toby's the one to get hurt..."

"Yeah right I'm hurt..." Toby sneered, shaking his head, "you g-guys know I can't feel any pain..."

"But still, you shouldn't go and get yourself beat up so often. Just because you can't feel, doesn't mean you can't die. Now, show me where the injury is."

Toby walked up to the woman and showed her his stab wound area. "Who did this?" She asked, slowly turning his arm and checking his backside.

"(Y/N) did, but it was just an accident, she d-didn't mean to. We were just training," Toby replied, turning to (Y/N) and winking. "Who now?" The lady looked suspiciously past Toby and saw (Y/N) standing there, wearing an awkward smile. (Y/N) waved a bit and mumbled a small "Hey" trying to seem nice-ish, but the nurse kept staring.

"Err don't worry about it, Ann," Hoodie spoke up quickly, resting a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, "she's alright here, she's one of us."

"...Oh good, I was about to ask," she said with a sigh, giving a small close eyed smile to (Y/N). "Nice to meet you, my names Nurse Ann, but you can just call me Ann. What's yours?"

"(Y/N)," (Y/N) replied, grinning. "Nice to meet you too."

"Alright then, come on in Toby, let's see what I can do about your shoulder," Nurse Ann said, pulling the proxy into her room. "you three can wait outside for him, I won't be long." She closed the door before any of them could say anything, and then it was just Masky, Hoodie, and (Y/N) standing in the hall.

"What now?" (Y/N) muttered, scratching the back of her head. "We can go back to training without Toby, he can just come back when he's healed. Let's go," Masky replied, starting for downstairs when Hoodie caught on to his arm. "Wait Masky, don't you think we should show (Y/N) around first? I mean, she's new here and, she doesn't know her way around."

"Yeah, and I don't want anyone to try and attack me again just because they can," (Y/N) scoffed. "If they don't trust me, what's the point of living here?"

"Masky?" Hoodie hissed, and (Y/N) glanced over to see Masky looking away, seemingly thinking. (Y/N) sighed and rolled her eyes, "It's alright I guess if he just wants me to train. I know I'm still weaker than you guys and I have lots to learn."

"No, it's fine. Hoodies' right," Masky interrupted, shaking his head, "you ought to learn your way around here or else you'll be lost and in danger."

He nodded his head as if accepting his own answer and motioned for Hoodie and (Y/N) to follow him downstairs, "Come on, we'll start down here."

They descended down the steps and (Y/N) saw a few of the killers watching TV in the living room. She recognized Eyeless Jack, blue masked guy stretching comfortably on the couch. She didn't recall seeing the others however. She saw a small girl with long brown hair, pale skin and green eyes laid on the floor playing with some dolls. She wore a matted, dirty pink dress with ripped white socks covering her feet, and a teddy bear was tightly held under her arm. From her head, a trail of blood seeped down between her eyes.

"That's Sally," Hoodie murmured to (Y/N), noticing that she was looking at the girl. "She's more accepting of newcomers unlike the others, so she shouldn't be hard to get along with. Sally, come here!"