BLOOD is my Favorite Color (Bloody Painter/Helen Otis X Reader)

Chapter Eighteen

YN POV:

Slenderman has us in his office.

Toby and I got busted.

Oops!

BEN, you little snitch!

"Miss LN, I'd like an explanation, please." Slenderman repeatedly taps his fingers on his desk, giving me a death 'glare'.

"I-I was bored..." I try to reason, keeping my gaze on my sneakers.

"You were... bored?" He repeats, folding his hands. As I look up at him, I realize my reasoning was one of the stupidest and most ridiculous sounding excuses someone could come up with.

"Y-Yes..." I continue anyway, quickly closing my eyes as tightly as I can. It's like I can sense his tendrils beginning to rise from his back. There's no doubt that he's angry-

"Leave my office." He orders us. Shocked, I look up. He looks down at the two of us. "Clean up the mess you've made. You two will be on kitchen duty tonight. You both know what everyone eats, correct?"

I nod, standing up and almost falling right back down in the small space between my chair and his desk.

Toby and I book it out of that room, sprinting down the hall until his office door is out of sight, leaning against the wall to catch our breath.

"We r-really messed up, huh, Y-YN?" He asks me, his voice bordering on hysterical laughter.

I snicker myself, checking around the corner.

"Yeah, we did. Let's get started on cleaning, then we can start dinner for the others. I'll find Helen."

"Ok!"

And with that, Toby disappears, leaving me to look for my boyfriend.

BP POV:

I can hear Slenderman from here! I knew they'd get in trouble...!

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to storm in and give him a piece of my mind.

I'd probably die if I did that, too.

But it was just a harmless prank! She didn't do anything really wrong!

I'm pacing the length of my room when I hear a quiet knock on my door. I scramble to open it, finding a pair of EC eyes staring at me with little emotion.

I push my mask to the side of my face to speak to her properly.

"YN! What happened, what'd he do?"

She shakes her head with a faint smile, reaching for me. I don't hesitate, and wrap her in a hug.

"Nothing at all, actually. Toby and I just have to clean up, and then make dinner for everyone. Good thing I, as a diehard fan, know exactly what everyone enjoys!"

I pull back and stare at her, tilting my head.

"That's... a little creepy, not gonna lie."

She beams at me, nodding.

"I know! But you guys are CreepyPast-"

"I get it, I get it. Don't overuse that joke, ok?" I sigh, letting her go. "Go on, now, get to work. You need some help?"

She shakes her head, her grin never fading.

"Nope! I can handle this by myself. Besides, Toby's helping out, too! We'll be fine."

I feel like my expression darkens as she says his name, because she gives me a look of concern.

"You ok?"

"...yeah." I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. "You should get going.

She smiles at me, standing on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek.

"Love you, Helen! I'll be done before you know it!"

And she's gone.

I slide my mask back into place and leave my room to get a snack from the kitchen.

When I get there, I see Toby crouched in the corner, scooping loose paper confetti into a plastic bag.

I watch him for a bit as he stands up to go to the next corner and do the same thing. Eventually, the kitchen floor is spotless, aside from the usual blood splatters.

"Hey, Toby." I decide to speak up, waving to him. "Busted?"

He nods sheepishly, holding up his bag.

"Uh-huh. Y-YN and I have to c-clean up... th-then make d-dinner."

"Oh. Ok, good luck with that, then."

With another wave, I walk out.

A/N: Hey, look! This story wasn't forgotten!
Though my inspiration for it is somewhat fading, so I'll probably end it soon.
It feels weird to switch to a writing style from the past, but I wouldn't want to change it so suddenly.
If I'm being honest, this is not one of my best works, but you live and learn, right?
Hope you enjoyed this nonsense of a chapter, and I'll see you next time!
Stay Creepy!

~CreepyBreaker
(Catastophe)