Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Never Trust a Moose...

//Soooo...somewhere around my third cup of chocolate milk, it dawned on me that I've forgotten to give you an actual childhood in these things. Weird how I missed it considering that I'm the one who labeled this fuckfest as child-reader scenarios. My bad. Until further notice, you may think of these random out of order snippets as a detour until the story (that's not actually supposed to be a story) continues......Carry on :)

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"Unca BEN?" A tiny voice pried him from the devastating warfare blaring across the large flat screen in his face.

The game of explosions, machine guns, and human dismemberment was put on hold with a push of a button and the Glitch flipped himself over on the soft red carpet, propping up on his elbows. "Wassup Tator-tot?" He smiled and snatched a few skittles out of the bowl beside him.

At a glance, he could see that the girl was...nervous? Shifting on her feet and fiddling with the hem of her (Y/F/C) t-shirt. Tiny and new, the kid had only intruded into their lives a short while ago, six-ish months to be exact, and yet to the outside world she appeared to be four years old. Odd, yes...but given where she came from, it wasn't something to worry about. Healthy as a cute little horse and just as wild, she had the mansion wrapped around her finger...kinda. But now her (Y/C/E) eyes were blown wide, looking around at everything but him. Her face was masked by confusion and concern and uncertainty and it didn't suit her one bit. Hair tangled and pushed away from her eyes, but that wasn't new. If you could get the little thing to sit still, her hair would be neat and combed and....tamable.

"What's wrong, kid?" BEN tilted his head and moved strands of his own hair away with the back of his hand. He watched her shuffle closer and worry quickly took root in his belly like an ugly weed. Should he go and get someone? Masky and Hoodie...Slender would know what to do. Hell, E.J might even have some insight. She didn't look hurt. Maybe she broke something and was afraid of getting in trouble?

"I has a question." She said softly, doing absolutely nothing to help his nerves.

But he was supposed to be the adult in this situation. How bad can it be? She's four years old for shit-sake. What's the worst she could say; Can I have a puppy? Are monsters real? Is E.J gonna eat my toes? All of those he could answer; Ask your mother. Depends on what you call a monster. And toes aren't his preference, too crunchy.

"Where do pokemon babies come from?"

BEN felt his mind skitter and trip and he had a feeling that another question, undeniably similar, was on its way. But dammit, he would push away that possibility for as long as he could. "Um, Pokemon come from eggs, just like birds do." He tilted his head, watching her face soften into what he hoped would be a smile. But at the last second, anger sharpened the gentleness of her features and BEN could see fear rearing its ugly head.

"Unca' BEN...Mama used eggs to maked' breakfast." (Y/N) shuddered and blinked back her threatening tears.

The elf could actually hear his heart shattering at what was the purest and most adorable thing he'd ever seen. "Don't worry, my princess." He smiled warmly, sitting up to lean his cheek into his palm, "Those are different eggs. They're good (when they aren't drugged, but he wouldn't tell her that). Pokemon eggs are a lot bigger."

"You promise?"

Too pure for this world, this tiny cinnamon roll was actually concerned that she'd been eating pokemon. They didn't deserve her. But, BEN would savor it while it lasted. He held out his pinky for her to latch onto, the two braided deep green bracelets slid an inch or so lower down his arm, "Promise."