"(Y/N)! Staring contest!"
(Y/N) turned in confusion; she was heading up to her room after training with the proxies today, but Judge Angels suddenly leaped out of no-where and landed in front of her. The stars in her eyes shined as she stared at (Y/N) excitedly, illuminating the rest of the black void which were her eyes.
"JA...." (Y/N) glared at her then frowned, crossing her arms. "I wasn't ready—you're supposed to ask me first if I want to play, not suddenly start the contest."
"Oh....well, do you want to have a staring contest?"
"No. I'm really tired now and I just want to head to my room."
"Awwww, boringggggg!"
Judge Angels suddenly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm and dragged her to the living room, making (Y/N) groan in annoyance. "I want to sleep..." She growled, trying to pull away from the hyper killer.
Judge Angels swung (Y/N) onto the couch beside Lost Silver and Bloody Painter—who were also there. "Hi (Y/N)," Silver piped up, looking to her and giving a light smile. "Did JA drag you both here too?" (Y/N) grumbled, crossing her arms as Judge Angels sat on the floor in front of them.
"I was here on my own will," Painter replied; he was busy drawing something on his gloves. "Me too, I guess..." Lost Silver sighed, looking drearily at the TV, "I had nothing else to do."
"We should all find something to do together then!" Judge Angels exclaimed, patting Silver on the head and then grabbing Painter's hand. "Do you guys have anything in mind?"
"Nope," Painter, Silver, and (Y/N) replied at the same time.
Judge pouted and crossed her arms as she turned to face the TV. After only four seconds of sitting still, she turned back to (Y/N).
"(Y/N)! Out of all the tall Creepypastas, Whose your favorite?"
"...Random question much?"
"I know I know, it's a very weird question, but which one is your favorite??"
(Y/N) shrugged a bit tried to think of which tall killer would be her favorite. "I don't know...can you give me options?"
"Not including the Slender brothers, you've got LJ, Jason, Candy, and...Puppeteer, I think. Now choose?"
Judge looked pleadingly at (Y/N), waiting for her it make a decison. (Y/N) was set on choosing randomly only to get her to quit bothering her, but then she really thought on the question.
Who IS my favorite tall pasta?
"To be honest I'm not sure," (Y/N) sighed, slouching back in the couch. "I mean, I think they're all great, I guess."
Judge looked unsatisfied with the answer and prodded at (Y/N)'s knee, wanting her to choose one of the pastas. "My favorite is Puppeteer," Bloody Painter spoke up, holding up his gloved hand and examining what he drew on it, "He's the best one there is of the 'Tall pastas'"
"Everyone knows you'd choose your best friend, Helen," Judge responded, "I want to know whose (Y/N)'s favorite."
"Can I say mine? I like Laughing Jack the best; he always gives me candies..." Lost Silver murmured, looking over to Judge and (Y/N). (Y/N) smiled at Silver and then looked back Judge. "I can't say, JA. I don't know who my favorite would be."
Judge Angels glared at (Y/N) for a bit before looking at the ground, thinking. "You know, I haven't really spent much time around the 'tall pastas' to say I have a favorite of them," (Y/N) said, not wanting to upset her, "maybe if I spent some time with them and got to know them better, then I would know who my favorite would be."
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Living With The Creepypastas (Old)
FanficIMPORTANT: I originally wrote this back in 2018 when I was younger and an idiot and sucked badly at writing. It's all toxic fandom stereotypes in this book. You should know ahead of time that this story is gonna suck. Huge L. DESC: You're a useless...
