Living With The Creepypastas (Old)

30 ⦻ Somethings not right...

"Hey (Y/N)? Could you please stop moving around, I'm almost finished."

"I know...but I've been sitting for so long and I just want to get up now...."

"Just. Don't. Move. I'm nearly done!"

You try not to fidget as you were sitting on the stool placed in Bloody Painter's room. You'd been sitting still for the past thirty minutes or so, and that was just enough time for you to feel uncomfortable from being in the same position for so long.

"You hardly ever move when your're sitting in the living room watching TV. You could lay there for hours and not move a limb," Painter sighed; he was busied drawing a portrait of you in said position you were sitting in right now. "That's different though, H. TV is something interesting and time-consuming that I'm watching. Here, I'm just staring at you while you're drawing a picture."

"Am I not interesting to you?"

"That's not what I mean," You groan and accidentally move your hand to place under your chin. "(Y/N)!! Put it back!" Painter growled, putting down the pencil and glaring at you. "But...but I'm tiredddddddd...."

"I'm almost done! Can't you just hold it for about five more minutes!?"

You sigh and put your arm back in place where you had it before so Painter could finish his drawing. "Thank you. Maybe I'll get you a damn cookie or something afterwards, sheesh..."

You grin at the idea of being rewarded with a cookie for keeping the pose and you make yourself as still as possible, hoping to impress Painter. After five minutes of you keeping in place and Painter scrawling away at his giant sketchbook, he finally puts down the pencil and stands from his chair. "I'm done."

"Finally!" You exclaim, and you dramatically fall off of the stool and onto the ground. "Oof," You mutter, and you pick yourself up, walking to Painter. "Can I see how it looks, H?"

"Not yet. I'm gonna make some minor tweaks and edits to it, then I'll color over it and give it to you as a surprise. You won't know when you'll get it."

"Aww, alright then. Thanks anyways H, even though staying in the chair for so long was torture, I'm glad you actually bothered to draw me."

Painter shrugs, "I draw everyone in the mansion, so why not you too?"

You smile and thank him again before staring to head out from his room. You then freeze once you got to the door and you slowly turn back to him with a dark glare.

"Helen. Where's my c o o k i e?"

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You watch with a wide grin and wait patiently as Bloody Painter shuffled through the cabinets in the kitchen, searching for the secret place where he kept a stash of cookies. BEN came and snuck into the kitchen, casually sliding beside you, watching Painter.

"Are we getting cookies?" He whispered.

"We? He's getting it for me because I sat still for thirty minutes while he drew a whole portrait of me. I bet all you did in that time was sit on your lazy butt while playing Mario Kart," You retort.

"You're wrong! I was....actually playing Minecraft, not Mario Kart...." BEN mumbled, crossing his arms, and you couldn't help but give a stifle of laughter.

Bloody Painter turns from the cabinet with a box of cookies in hand and he closes the door. "Alright (Y/N), here's your reward," He said, handing you a favorite cookie of yours and you smile happily. "Thank you H!"

"Yeah, thanks H!" BEN piped up, holding out his hand for a cookie. "BEN, no. You've already eaten half the box already without my consent, which is why I had to hide it in the first place! So, get lost." Painter growled, walking past the entity. "H-Hey wait! What about that time I helped you get your paintbrushes back from KageKao!? Don't you owe me a cookie for that??" BEN exclaimed, following him."