My Little Helper. CreepyPasta×Child!Reader

3 months ago.

(y/mothers/n) walked through the quiet streets, her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She wore a thick coat and jeans. She trudged through the snow her hands deep in her pockets. It was late December and she needed to make money to support her and her unborn child.

3 months ago she found out she was pregnant. 3 months ago, her boyfriend tried to kill the baby. And 3 months ago she ran away desperate to save her child's life. 

It's been three months but she has managed to make a living off of the little money that she had saved up.  She managed to buy a small one bedroom apartment and she found a job as a waitress in a small cafe. The only problem was that the hours she had forced her to walk home when it was dark out. She didn't mind the walk, but she found that as each day passed it was harder and harder to walk and the snow made it even more difficult.

She walked on the sidewalk that was inbetween a street and a large stretch of trees. The snow was falling heavy now and she began to shiver. She quickened her pace. She put a gloved hand on your belly, she knew that the three layers she wore wasn't enough to keep you warm. So she walked faster.

"Just get home... Just get home..." She whispered to herself with her jaw clenched. "get home... Get warm." she shivered and looked ahead and saw a man off in the distance standing under a street lamp. He was just standing in the street with one hand on the lamp post. He was turned towards her direction and she could've sworn he was staring at her.

When she got closer, she noticed that the man was also a lot taller than she first thought. He was towering over her. He wore a casual suit, but he didn't shiver or shake. He stood there silently. She also noticed that he didn't have a face. His head was white and almost as blind as the snow. But he didn't have any eyes, nose, nor mouth.  She tried to scream but before she could get a sound out something shot from the man's back and was put over her mouth. He put a finger over his mouth as a way to shut her up. She shook scaredly in her place and she started to cry.

Who was this man?

What did he want?

What will he do to me?!

"Shhhh" the man spoke. But, it wasn't coming from his mouth, but rather it came from static around him. Your mother noticed that there was a sound in the back of her head that resembled that of the static from TV. It made her even more jumpy. "We.... Are going to... Play a game." His voice was distorted and it was hard for her to understand.

It took her a minute to put the pieces together and when she did she shook her head. A knot formed in her stomach and she knew that she needed to throw up. You, were hungry and you did not want to be kept waiting. Your mom bit down on whatever was on her mouth, causing the man to hiss and retract the object.  Giving your mom enough time not to run, but to throw up.

As she threw up she started to sob. The man did not care too much for his apandage that came from his back wrapped around her stomach and lifted her up. She let out a scream and she shook her head.  "NO!  YOURE GOING TO HURT IT. PUT ME DOWN!" she screamed loud. Her voice did not shake nor did it crack she wanted him to know that she was being very serious.

The man was intrigued by this and he asked her one simple question. "who?" it was only then did he realize that she had a nice bulging  stomach.

"My.... My baby!" Her voice cracked a little bit. She didn't want anything to happen to you. She promised to protect you no matter what.

"You're pregnant?" he had an amused tone that made your mom want to throw up again. She hated it. She hated how cocky he was. How he was just standing there against the pole lifting her off of the ground. 

"Y-yes.... I'm 6 months. Please.... Please don't hurt my baby. I'm going to the doctors tomorrow to find out the gender. Please. Please let me go." She talked fast and sobbed through the whole thing.

The man thought about this for a while. A pregnant victim would mean that he could collect the souls of two people. More souls, more power.  But on the other hand he saw this as a wonderful opportunity. If he could take the child from her when it was born. He could raise it and make it become a ruthless killer.  A born slave that would see him as the ultimate ruler. There would be no questions asked. No talk back. Just someone to do the dirty work. A young killer.

"I'll make a deal with you. Now, if you agree to my deal just know that there is no going back." He began to talk and watched as the woman stopped struggling against him and watched her listen. "I will let you go. I will make sure that you are protected, and have a safe ride to work and home. You are to keep the child safe and healthy. As long as the fetus is safe you will live. Now, when the time comes and you birth your child, I will send someone to take it. Your child will be mine. But it will live. You on the other hand will not. We will take your life and in return let your child live.  If you refuse I will kill you right now. But If you accept I will let you go home and our deal will begin. Do you accept?" He made his tone sound flat and serious the distortion was gone and now she could hear every word clearly.

Your mom thought about this for a while. She debated everything over and over again. And then she realized that either way she was going to die. She also realized that you would have a chance to survive. These options weighed heavy in her mind. She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to think about the fact that she knew that she would die soon. It made her skin crawl.

She heard the man clear his throat and that's when she realized that he was waiting for her to answer.

"I.... I accept."

And that was it. Your mom had made a deal with the devil. A deal she would soon regret.