Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Follow Your Dreams, You Fool...No Matter How Bizarre.

"Is that a coffin?"

"Yup."

"That you dragged here?"

"Yup."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Downstairs."

That meant the basement...

"Is it....empty?"

"It won't be if you keep asking me these stupid questions..."

Hoodie crossed his arms, unamused, and stared at the black wood. Shabby, obviously hand-made and worst of all, it was pretty small..."What the hell are you planning to do with that?"

"Hard to say." E.J shrugged and dipped into the fridge. Containers tinkered when he pushed them against each other and leaned forward to reach the very back.

"Eyeless..."

"It's empty, Hoodie." E.J growled. He retrieved a jar of rosy liquid, cloudy and thick. At the very bottom were three pieces of meat. Sloshing around like dead fish.

"Why do you have it?" Hoodie asked. Hands dropped to fold around his back and he watched grey fingers pluck a dripping kidney from the bunch. Plasma coated the organ like jello, plopping back into the jar with heavy drips or sliding down his wrist. There was already a bite taken out of it, so this was a left over snack.

E.J brought his food and his coffin to the counter where he moved his mask just enough to eat. It was a few minutes of squishy, chewing silence that made Hoodie turn his lip up....

"Thought the Ankle-Biter would like it for her room." Came the quiet admittance.

....

.....

The proxy heaved one of those 'Jesus give me strength' sighs and he shook his head. It was nice to see the cannibal slowly warming up to (Y/N), but Hoodie was ninety percent sure that he was trying to turn her into Wednesday from The Addams Family.

Wonderful...

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"Child...whatcha doin' dressed up like a chicken?"

A baby girl dawning a fluffy chicken costume, complete with feathers and a little orange beak attached to her nose, toddled around his living room. She skirted around his chair and flapped her 'wings' until Slender had no choice but to ask.

Admittedly, it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. (Y/N) 'peep', 'peep', 'peep-ed' and made tiny hops around the rug. He wished he had a camera on hand.

"Practice-ling-ing." She grunted as she leaped over a particularly large bloodstain.

"I see..." Slender muttered. He didn't. He had no clue what she was talking about. And the question remained..."Practicing what exactly?"

(Y/N) finally stopped her jumping and looked up at him with an adorable twisty grin that only she could pull off, "Unca Toby ands Unca L.J is gonna show me how to lay an egg so I can be the bestest Mama chicken in the whole world."

Every possible thought that Slender had on the matter fizzled into a gooey mess of mush.

"Um...Well, that's certainly..."

"Unca L.J did it before. He told me." She rocked on her feet and wriggled her wings for emphasis.

Note to Self   When your gut tells you to roll over and forget about existence beyond your blankets...you listen. Because the last thing Slender wanted to do, was imagine a certain clown mothering an egg...which was an image that insisted upon searing itself into his brain.