16 year old (y/n) (m/n) (l/n) is the infamous serial killer karma but no one knows that... yet. the story starts with you moving in with your new foster mom. every thing was going fine... you were out killing one night then you met him you fought un...
Authors note (A/N): 'italics'= reader thinking. 'bold italics'= midnight talking in your head. (bold)/~bold~= author talking. (key in story description)
~3rd person POV~
(Y/n) stared out of the car window thinking about what her new house will look like. Her foster mom watching the road carefully, her foster mom was pretty for some one of her age, she is 45 but looks to be 25-30 years old, she has green eyes and long dark brown hair that almost looked black. They drove into the town they lived in, which was surounded by trees
~(Y/n)'s POV~
lost in my own world, I don't notice us pulling up to the house until I hear the engine stop. "Well here we are." my foster mom says as we get out of the car. the house was small but cozy looking.
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The fact it had a lot of windows unnerved me to an extent 'why does it have so many windows!? I mean she is just asking to get robed or murdered!!!' midnight shreaked annoyingly. 'Its not that bad plus if we have to murder her we can make it look like it wasn't us.' I replied to the annoying voice. "Let's go inside." my 'mother' interrupted. I just nodded and walked inside.
~~~Time skip brought to you by a lazy author~~~
After I got moved in I started to play on my computer, looking at random pictures on pinterest until I came across some old pins I had from back when I was 12... before I became a serial killer. I decided to take a look. They turned out to be about creepypastas I vaguely remembered them so I went to YouTube and had a creepypasta marathon; watching all of the ones I remembered and even some new ones. I had forgotten how much I loved creepypasta's. I ended up falling asleep listening to Jeff the killer's story.
~The next day~
I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off. I groaned getting out of bed to get ready for the hell we call school. I wore a (2f/c) semi-cropped shirt with a (f/c) hooded jacket and black shorts with black sneakers. This outfit complemented my (h/c) hair which I styled like I always did, with my bangs over my right eye to hide the fact that it was a different color. For my make-up I put on some black eye liner and my smoky eye-shadow made my (e/c) eye pop against my (s/t) skin. 'Ugh why do we have to go to school?!?!?!'midnight complained. 'Because, midnight, we don't want to get caught so we have to pretend to be normal' I retorted. m My 'mother' was already at work so I had to take the bus.
~???'s POV~
I was playing with another brat waiting for the perfect moment to kill her. I lost myself in thought for a moment only to be taken out of it by someone next door slamming the door. I look in the direction of the noise only to see an emo looking teen heading to a bus stop. She looked interesting, she didn't seem like a normal human, her aura is that of a creepypastas'. She was quite pretty too, despite only being able see half of her face. I was called away from my thoughts by the brat. "L.J.!" the brat semi-yelled trying to get my attention. "Hey Lizzy who is that?" I asked the brat, pointing at the girl. "I don't know she only moved here yesterday." the brat said. 'She seems interesting' I think to myself. 'I guess i'll have to visit her in her dreams.' I grined.
