honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)

Brvr x child reader

oh, dear lord, this has been such a long time since I updated this book! Sorry about that, I have had no ideas so far. If you guys want to request, go ahead, I need it. Also, this might need a trigger warning for the parents, so be warned, Anyway, enjoy!

You were as pale as a white Christmas (or as pale as you could be, depending on your race), and you were as quiet as the mouse from the Christmas stories, so it was no shock that you lacked a lot of friends at school, so you were home quite often, playing video games. However, this lonely habit never bothered you, video games gave you an escape from your family, which honestly was not the best one you could have, but not the worst. Your mother drank water out of a massive, long-necked bottle that had a goose on it, and that made her either sleepy, or sick and grumpy, your father was a specter who you wouldn't see or weeks on end before he seemed to apparate in with a gift for you and to get some clothes for himself before vanishing again. When it came to Christmas time though, both of your parents would actually be around, your mother would be awake, grouchy, but awake, and your father would sit in a room he called his study, quietly reading colorful magazines with beautiful women, they would come together and sit in the living room while you opened your boatloads of gifts. 

You waited all year for that day, and finally, as you opened your (e/c) eyes and threw off your Sonic blanket, your heart throbbed with pure joy as you tore down the hallways towards the living room as if Thor himself were throwing lightning bolts at your feet. Excitedly you busted the doors down and threw yourself at your father, knowing better than to try and hug your mother when she was cranky, and giving him a massive, gap-toothed grin which he returned with his own perfect teeth. After that, you set to work opening your gifts as quietly, but as quickly as you could, trying to avoid giving your mother a headache as she sat slumped over like a sack of potatoes with her head in her hands on the couch, but also trying to open your gifts at a good pace, since you had a lot. 

By the time that you finally got through, you had clothes, shoes, an empty round bottle that glittered a dark blue with a black cap on top of the neck that jutted out abruptly, a pokemon game, and a new game console to play it on, and you were happy with all of it, the mountain of clothes, the pretty bottle that would go into your collection, and the game especially. With the help of your father, you toted all of the clothes and new gifts up to your room, putting them away in their appropriate places before he helped you hook up the console and left you to play it. With a monstrous grin on your face, you played with your Pikachu, but sadly, the game was near impossible for you to play. 

You were supposed to talk and order Pikachu around, but you were scared that if you spoke, your mother would be hurt, so you stayed quiet, which made the game come to a quick halt since it wouldn't let you use the controller. You blinked repeatedly, trying not to cry about the fact that you couldn't play with the adorable mouse on the screen, so, in order to stay out of your parent's hair and not cry, you shut the game off and just went to bed, not having the heart to play any more games. 

The only sound that filled your house in the late hours of the night, was the ticking of clocks around the halls and rooms while you and your parents slept, snow softly beginning to fall outside your window. Suddenly, this tranquility was disturbed when the bright lights of your tv sprung to life, waking you somehow, so you sat up and looked at the yellow pokemon that sat on your pokemon screen, his fur looking a bit more matted and a wicked grin sitting on his face, showing sharp sharks teeth. Rubbing at your eyes, you got up and opened the window, taking a deep breath of cold air before going over to the tv, the mouse seemed to look at you. You tried unplugging it, but the Pikachu didn't go away, he just kept watching you, so you picked up the thin tv, easily lifting it with the console attached, and threw it out of the window. The snow cushioned it so that it did not make a noise, so it didn't wake your parents as you threw out the case to the game, the controllers, and anything else that the game came with until everything was in the snow outside. 

With that done, you closed the window, locked it, and closed the curtains before climbing back into bed and going back to sleep. The next morning your parents asked you were the game was, and you wrote a note telling them all about the demon mouse and your parents grunted, "good reason to throw it out the window," Your father said, patting your (h/l), (h/c) hair as he spoke and your mother just slept.