His Sister? A Creepypasta Fanfiction

My Cravings

Your POV: You jump off of your bed, a large smile frozen on your face, you feel full, whole, you're no longer empty inside, you no longer crave some other part of you that you felt was always missing. All the times that you played Majora's Mask this is what you felt, this feeling completes you...and you want more! You slowly creep downstairs to the living room, the tv bright and buzzing with glitches, your father lays back in his arm chair, snoring like the monster he is, he sleeps soundly and happily in his sleep. 'This won't do, he needs to be awake to truly get payback', you think, a smirk slowly spreading across your face. Jeff's POV: I stand outside, chuckling at the thought of breaking (y/n), I know she's just a stupid fangirl, she doesn't know these people, I doubt she'll even press the blade against their throat. I look up at the night sky sighing, she's been in there a good twenty minutes, why doesn't she just come out and admit it that she can't kill anyone already? She's probally crying her eyes out at the thought of me fucking and killing her right now like so many other sadistic cases, I kick a tree in the yard in frustration, I want to kill! 'If she doesn't come out in five minutes I'm coming in after her!', I promise myself, growling under my breath. 'NO!!! KILL HER!!! KILL HER NOW!!!' The voices inside my head screech as I clutch my head, backing up against a tree painfully, I don't understand this, Slenderman has learned me to control them, they usually only go off when I'm especially into killing. I close my eyes tightly, blocking out the voices in my head, one thought enters my mind,'I've been gone too long,' yes, I've been gone for three weeks, Slenderman must be getting impatient. Your POV: You quickly come back with barb wire fence wire, blood stains the wires from your parents using the to tie you to your bedroom post so you couldn't escape, It makes you happy to know that you get to do the same thing to your dad! You silently tie the barb wire tightly around your dad's wrists and feet, tight enough to draw blood, when your finished tying it around your dad jolts up at the sharp prick of pain stabbing into his calf. He looks down at you then back at his tied legs and hands in clear anger and shock,"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE FREAK??!!!!" Your father screams, you slap him across the face, hard enough to draw blood, he yelps in surprise and pain. He looks up at you in surprise, a horrified-scared look on his face, you smile, it feels good to be on the right side of the pain for once,"WHAT THE FUCK??!!" You father screeches, wriggling against the wire, causing more blood to pour down his wrists and arms. You simply chuckle,"Tell me daddy, are you sorry now?" You ask him evilly. "LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!!! WHORE!!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!" Your dad, you smile, how cute, he thinks he scares you? "Like you did my brother?" You ask him, slowly and deeply cutting him, dragging your knife down his leg, drawing so much blood, he shouts out in pain. "SHUT UP!!!!! YOU LITTLE PUSSY!!! YOU CAN'T KILL ME, YOUR MAKER!!!" Your father screams. "Maybe at a time....maybe...but when you killed my brother.....I lost my heart and became something else entirely inhuman." You chuckle, lightly cutting a thin scar into your dad's chest, cutting a long cut through his thin shirt and skin, he gasps out in pain. "DO IT THEN, YOU'LL GET YOURS, JUST LIKE YOUR BROTHER!!!!!" Your dad screams out in rage. "Karma's a bitch." You chuckle, and just like that; any remorse or humanity you had left slipped away, you chuckle maddly. You walk up closer to your father, his warm breath hitting your face, you quickly raise the blade up in the air, bringing it down on his beer belly as he screams out in agony, dark red blood spilling out around the blade's hilt. You stare in amazement at the beautiful color, you pull the knife out, allowing more blood to pour down slowly, you want to do it again, you crave the feeling of cutting through skin and hearing your victim's screams. Jeff's POV: That's it, it's been fifteen minutes since I promised myself I'd Go in there, she wouldn't be stupid enough to run...would she? I walk over to the open doorway, a loud scream echoes throughout the house,"DO IT THEN, YOU'LL GET YOURS, JUST LIKE YOUR BROTHER!!!!!" The man's voice screeches, could she be threatening him? Did she not lie about Ben being her brother? No, That's impossible, I walk slowly into the kitchen, examining the room, it's quite normal, I open up the utensils drawer, every knife is dull and ugly, then it pops into my head,' why am I giving her extra time?' I quickly shut the door, angrily stomping into the next room; the living room. I stare in amazement as I watch the girl expertly maneuvering the kitchen knife into the man's stomach, beautiful crimson blood slowly seeping out of the wound. She chuckles madly and drives the knife a little off of the same spot agian and and agian, I can't believe it, this girl is like me after all. She then drops the knife, staring down at the blood with a crazy lust in her eyes, she reaches over to the wound, I'm entranced by her beauty in this moment, she quickly moves her hands to the wound, allowing the blood to slowly pour into her hands, she hungrily stuffs her the blood into her mouth. She looks so psychotic and....hot, damnit, why the fuck do I think this crazy girl is hot??!!! "You seem to be enjoying that blood." I say with a chuckle, I try to hide my shock and happiness.  Your POV: I moan as soon as my father's blood goes down my throat, It feels so good, so warm, and so filthy all at the same time, it feels as if all of his memories are going into my mind, I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a voice, I look over to see Jeff!