Raised to Hate (Creepypasta)

Chapter 3

"She needed a place to stay, Clyde. I hope you don't mind." Mom said, putting the last box on the table.

Izzie studied the living room, modern and well thought. The scenery was nice, and it didn't seem too bad.

"Nonesense, anything is welcome for ya, Janey." The Clyde person, a muscular man with pinkish red eyes and dyed white hair, said, practically hugging her mother. "And Isabelle is simply beautiful." He flashed a smile towards her, earning a weak smile back.

"Ok, I'll see you later, Iz." Mother said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She left quickly, leaving her with the man.

"Okay, foods in the kitchen, help yourself, I have every type of entertainment, hobby. And if you need anything, I'll be in my room, the one on the right hallway and the last room on the left. Okay darling?" He said, all in one breath. She nodded, looking around more.

The tv was big, there were plenty of board games, and the kitchen seemed big. Was he rich?

After he left, she timidly went to the cases, looking at movies, then decided on Corpse Bride.

She curled into a comfy ball and watched, loving it. She loved Emily, the dead dog, and the animation. Who wouldn't?

She yawned as the movie ended and decided to pick up a random book. Ferals by Jacob Grey. Seems good.

Meanwhile. . .

Jane wandered the empty halls. The old hatred flaring up. She hated that she liked this house once. She hated the events that took place here, in this isolated forest.

Where he had tricked her and stole her broken innocence.

She growled under her breath and opened the door, remembering. How she regretted letting her guard down, the way she trusted again.

She shook her head and looked at the old board, where she had spent months trying to track him down, along with a few others. Such as Eyeless Jack, or any of the proxies. But that was before...

She sighed and flopped on the dusty bed. A small part missed those days...

Suddenly, she heard footsteps, as well as hushed breathing. Who else was in here?

It couldn't possibly be him...!

She growled and took out her knife, she'd be ready!

The door opened, revealing the ticking boy. A hatchet in his hand.

"Toby." She said, the boy tilting his head. "You here alone? How did you found this place?"

"This idiot couldn't find you here even if he tried." Masky said, appearing.

"I c could've." He muttered, twitching.

"Psht. Anyways, Slender wants you to go back." Masky said, moving past Toby and Hoodie appeared.

"What for?" Jane demanded, crossing her legs. What could that faceless being want with her? She'd have to go back and tell Isabelle that she'd be gone for some while.

"He wants a lot of people back. And I can't tell you, orders." Masky said, probably smirking.

Did he mean Clyde as well? She thought to herself. "Can I make small trip first?"

"Whatever for? We know you're not the type to carry much." Masky said, crossing his arms.

"L look, it's a p picture e of us." Toby said, poking the many photos she had gotten from certain people.

"Don't care, Rogers." Masky muttered, then turned back to her. "Let's go now. I have something to do later."

"He means Toby." Hoodie whispered, suddenly beside her. Sneaky bast-

"I do not!" Masky said, probably glaring.

"Do me? What does that mean?" Toby asked, still innocent. How cute.

She sighed and got up, she'd have to find some way to tell her. Later though. They were impatient as is.

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Izzie was on the verge of falling asleep when the door slammed open, jolting her awake and instinctively putting up a defense pose.

"Clyde! The faceless bastard sent me to get you!" A raspy voice yelled. Blue eyes went in her direction.

She tensed, noting the pale, bleached skin, that cut in smile. The bloodied white hoodie and black hair.

The exact description her mother gave her during that talk...

Her father, Jeffrey Woods.