Living With The Creepypastas (Old)

24 ⦻ Killing The Past

Due to votes, story will be in 2nd person from here on out

It was pretty late in the night, and you were in BEN's room watching him play video games. You had snuck in there quietly without him noticing at first, and sat on his bed to watch him, bored since most of everyone else had either gone to bed or went out to kill.

He noticed you when he had just finished winning a round of Mortal Kombat and you accidentally cheered out loud, giving him a slight scare.

"Okay, I'm not complaining or anything, but what are you doing in my room?" BEN asked, turning to glare at you. "I'm bored, and I have nothing else to do," You sighed, resting your chin on the palm of your hand and looking back at BEN lazily.

"Cool. Nice of you to want to come hang with me," He said with a grin, and stood from his place on the floor to sit beside you. "I've only come to watch you play, that's it," You grumbled, narrowing your eyes at him. "Fine by me," BEN shrugged his shoulders and began to play again.

You continued to watch him play for a while, then you started to get bored again and trailed off into your own thoughts. You thought about everyone in the mansion and how much time that had already passed of you living here. You remembered how scared you were in the beginning, and how you thought everyone was going to hate you.

You snickered to yourself and sighed happily, aware of how much you had grown and been through. "Hey BEN," you spoke, catching the pasta's attention, "remember when I first came here? To the mansion?"

"Yeah I remember, you were scared like a lost puppy but it was cute as hell," He replied, casting you a quick glance. You rolled your eyes and thought again, of the time not very long ago. "Hey, you had a life before the mansion, of course. What was it like before you came here?" BEN asked, and for the first time in a very long time, you thought back to your life before being a Creepypasta.

You thought about your parents...about your old home, about your old way of life. How it all suddenly came to an end by a simple visit from the Slenderman.

"It was...alright. Pretty normal, I guess, until Slender showed up that one night," You replied, looking aways as you collected your memories. "What, did he kill off your folks or something?"

"No...they were specifically gone that night, and Slender came when I was all alone."

"Just like that? I wonder how your parents must have reacted when they came back and saw you gone."

You slowly nodded, beginning to wonder the same thing. How did your parents react to your disappearance? It was a long time since you had seen them, and you were just now beginning to reflect on your memories with them.

"I bet they were probably glad they fond me gone. I was an annoying child, anyways," You remarked, shrugging your shoulders. "Aww, really?" BEN snickered, and rested his game controller on his head. "You wouldn't know that (Y/N), it's not like you ever went back to see them."

"Come on BEN, you know Slender wouldn't allow that..."

"Yeah he would! But only if yur gonna kill them after finding them. Slender says if your paying a visit to old family n' stuff, you've gotta pay the price by killing them off or bringing them to him in the woods."

Kill...my...parents??

"I couldn't," You said, shaking your head. "I could never bring myself to kill my own parents."

"Yeah you can," BEN said, eyeing you with a smirk. "You're a killer, aren't ya? If you're truly one of us, you could kill anyone without a problem. Even your own parents..."