A young poet is revealed the truth about her family. The mother who died to have her, as the creepypasta's take care of the daughter, who is threatened.
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~Slender's POV~
Filomena fits so well into the rest of us. Unlike her mother, her hair grows impeccably quick. She also takes a different take in fashion. Her style is what present day people call 'Lolita', or whatever is of the such. She wears big clothing, mostly puffy dresses that look that something rich little girls wore in Victorian England.
Mackenzie, dear Mackenzie, wore whatever she found comfortable. Sometimes she'd walk around the house in just one of Jeff's shirts and underwear, but this was no worry as his shirts were far too big for her and hung to her knees. I remember, once, they stayed at one of my spare mansions for a while, and I walked into to see the poor girl doing a bunny cosplay. I swear that Jeff can be a pervert at times.
~Ticci Toby's POV~
Filomena grabs me by the collar and leads me intibher room. On her bed is her mother's pistols.
She looks at me in questioning, "Who gave you these?"
I sighed, "Mackenzie gave them to me. In her eyes, I was her little brother."
"Strange," She sighed.
I strugged and sat beside her, a bit happy to know that her bed is as comfortable as her hugs. She pushed me down to the bed and layed atop me, her arms around my waste. I know she's only cuddling, but I feel like there's something more to this relationship. Damn girl never gives me a break, playing with my feelings all the time.
~Filomena's POV~
I lay my head on Toby's shoulder, my eyes suddenly darting to my neck. Every part of me wants to kiss his neck, but I know not to. Should I? Well, it's just a little kiss.
My lips gently touch the soft spot of his neck, but only for a slight second. I could feel him shutter, his body beginning to tense. What is in that brain of his?
I giggle and blow a tiny gush of air, setting a child down his spine. He took a breath of air and grabbed my arms, spinning me around and pinning me to the bed. His eyes slowly searched my body, analyzing every peace. Damn pervert, that's not what I wanted to happen.
I try getting up, but he just kisses my lips everytime I move my head up. I whimper, "Please let go of me." I give him a look of innocence to try and convince him.
Obviously it didn't work, as he leaned back and took of his mask, goggles, and hoodie. I just now saw an attractive man, exactly with a four pack.
I giggled, "How interesting, you actually have some strength in you."
I stuck out my tongue and finally escapes his grasp, sitting up on the edge of my bed. I could hear him putting his clothes back on. Damn fool.
"Get out of my room," my voice shutters hollowly.
As I ordered, he proceeded to do so. He left without another word. Of course I didn't tell anyone, as I'm well aware that Jeffrey would find out and... Toby would be a goner.
