Creepypasta Short Stories. (Book 1)

~Secret Admirer~ Bloody Painter. (1/2)

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Key:
Y/N= Your Name
H/C= Hair Color
E/C=Eye Color
H/L= Hair Length
F/C= Favorite Color
Etc..
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Bloody Painter x (Timid) (Shy) Reader

2nd POV

You were in your room, painting as you usually did, canvass's scattered around your room and paint messily on the floor.
You quietly hummed to yourself as you dipped the brush in the turquoise paint, then brought it back to the canvas, finishing the painting.
Your breath hitched as you realized what you painted, a picture of Helen.
As you stared at it, you quietly sighed, you painted a picture of your crush without even thinking about it.
You and Helen lived together, you have for quite a while.
You were both killers, and friends, though you both never really talked to each other.
Helen was always quiet and in his room, which saddened you because you wanted to get to know him more.
But you knew because of his past that he preferred to not socialize.
Suddenly there was a knock at your door, and you dropped the paintbrush as you snapped out of your thoughts.
You stood up and walked to the door, stuffing one hand in your hoodie pocket while you opened the door with the other.
Helen stood at the door, his pretty blue eyes were the first thing you saw.
"Yes?" You softly asked as you looked slightly down.
"Do you have any light pink paint I could borrow? I ran out of it." He asked.
You nodded and turned around, walking over to the closet.
"Could I look at your paintings?" Helen asked as his eyes peered in through his mask.
"Sure." You replied softly as you rummaged around the drawers of paint.
Helen walked in behind you, his eyes wandering around your room.
He was impressed by your paintings, they looked as though they belonged in a museum with their bright colors.
Then he noticed a canvas sitting on the easel, and he walked towards it, wondering what you were painting next. 
You finally found the bottle of light pink paint, and you grabbed it, then turned back around.
"I found the paint, you can keep it if you'd like." You said as your eyes looked up.
Your eyes widened and you felt your stomach flip, Helen was looking at the painting you had made of him.
"Y/N, did you...paint this of me?" He asked as he looked up at you.
You swallowed hard and looked down, "I-I was just painting and I zoned out." You replied.
There was a silence between the two of you, until you felt completely embarrassed.
"Just please get out. And here's the paint." You said as you pushed him out of the room and shoved it in his hands.
You shut the door and locked it, sighing heavily.
You slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you hugged yourself.
"Crap. He probably thinks I'm weird now." You mumbled to yourself as you hid your face in your knees.
"Damnit..."