Stitched Smile (Creepypasta x Oc)

It Begins!

3rd POV

Makayla Lyard was tried her best to be a "normal" kid, but it doesn't always work out that way. At school she would always go along with the norm, and most of the other kids at least pretend to like her, thing is Makayla isn't as stupid as the thought. She slowly learned she had a nickname form the others that they would use to talk shit about her. She was known throughout the school as smile throughout the school. Since Makayla would always have a smile on no matter what. Just act she learned throughout the years. The routine of school and home were becoming quite dull at this point for her. Because at home wasn't much better. Her dad always drinking, often having violent outburst on her, but Makayla just stays there with no emotion softly counting how many times she got hit that night. Her mom mostly with another man she says "that's how we can afford anything." Makayla just sighs catting her father's attention once again. "So you haven't had enough?" Jackson slurs, walking over to Makayla and socks her in the face. Makayla mumbles to herself "43." her father walks back to the couch watching the history channel. Makayla stands up and slowly walks to her room making sure not to wake her father. She sits down at her desk and starts to work on the little doll dress that she's been working on a while, well she finally got the pattern down and now she is working on it.

Makayla's POV

I hear a crash from outside of my room I slowly look out and see my mom stumble in.

"Can she be any louder?" I sigh to myself. Still not hearing the door shut I stare at the door waiting to see what will come through and a man walked in. I can tell he was coming with my mother with the disgusting look he was giving her. My mom stumbled towards the door almost falling a few times. She look down at me and gave me a sicking smile. "Oh Makayla dearie Mommy needs your help."

I raised my eyebrow I could tell what she was talking about. My mom gestures to the man. "That man over there tells me he will give Mommy a lot of money if you join us." I looked her dead in the eye and said "No." This was of course got her enraged. "I don't think I asked you!" She yanked my hair. Not wanting to deal with that I punched her in the nose. I heard a crack and I just laughed. Looking down at her like the others have to with me. I shut my door knowing I had to get my stuff together because I knew she was coming in soon. I always kept a backpack packed with stuff just in case something would happen. Quickly putting on a dark purple hoodie on and stuffed the doll dress, sewing kit, and scissors in my pocket.

Mom then finally open up the door and was trying to come to me. I just took out my scissors from my pocket not knowing what I was doing I was just tired of it all I stabbed them into my mom's neck. She didn't scream, "Thank god you're quiet for once." I bent down and grabbed my sewing kit and stitch a permanent smile on her. "Now you can at least look happy for the rest of your life." I look and saw that I had blood all over me I grabbed my backpack and left out the window. I know I should be running I just killed my own mother, but it's dark here and I was planning on going the forest. No one comes out of there alive or so I heard. To be honest I don't care what happens now I could die or be found by cops. May fate decide.

??? POV

I hear footsteps in the forest. I usually don't go out, but tonight was a hunting night, most of the time I have no mercy. I see a teenage girl that's what the footsteps were from. I don't know what or why but I can feel that there is something different about her. I walk closer to her, knowing I could teleport, but I'm light on my feet usually. But I happen to snap a twig while I was walking.She stood still, no fear just staring at me. "So you are the reason they don't come out alive." The girl stated still no fear in her voice. "Yes I am exactly why, but I have a deal for you if you want to continue living. She just shrugged? To be honest I was confused. "Sure, I guess. I guess that's better than being killed I accept your offer..." I remember I haven't introduced myself yet. "Oh where are my manners, I am Slenderman."