Giggles and Candy and Blood! (Creepypasta)

Chapter 13

An echoing bang startled Gwen, her eyes opening to the sight of rotting wood and her nose wrinkled at the smell of a smelly smell that smelled.

It was gross, but familiar.

She got up, looking at the ratty sheets and the rickety looking bed she apparently slept in.

"Wha- Where am I?" She asked herself, looking around and nearly gagged when the smell got stronger.

She was silent, waiting for any comment or exclamation from her friends, she inhaled -which was regretted- and coughed, disappointed.

She grabbed her arm, for some reason thinking it would fall off if she let go, and made her way to the broken door, peering out and realizing the smell was probably everywhere and mucu worse outside the disgusting bedroom.

Gwen breathed in her sleeve, wandering and exploring. She was confused and curious as why everything was so familiar.

She ran her hands on the rough wood with its flaky paint, knowing that she wouldn't get splinters, and blinked, suddenly seeing the wall as it used to be, bright and vivid.

She withdrew her hand, seeing the flaky wall again. She turned to see a dull door. Raising a brow, she blinked again, seeing the door at its finest.

An odd smile formed and she looked all around, blinking, seeing the poor conditioned spaces as they used to be, more beautiful and new.

Dizzy from twirling, she steadied herself on a doorknob, not realizing that she turned it and fell into that room. A few voices could be heard, but not in her head.

"-- Dr. Kitara -- some kind of disorder -"

Gwen got up, walking towards the source as her heartbeat quickened at the sound of her mom's sweet voice.

"Mom!" She cried, running to the open door and bursting in. Her smile slowly faltered at the sight of her mom's solemn expression, her dad bearing the same.

"She said it could be permanent, but she has a way of fixing it."

"I don't like it, Abby." Dad replied. "That doctor is.. strange. It's better if Dr. Berain handled it."

"But that b!tch said there's no fast way to cure her, Gavin! Kitara can make her normal." Her mom said, getting angry.

"It's something bad, I can feel it." Her dad said softly. "I want her to be safe-"

Slap!

What are you suggesting, Gavin? That I don't care about her safety?" Her mom said lowly. "She's my baby, I want the best for her."

"Eavesdropping isn't nice."

Gwen jumped, looking for the source of the voice, too surprised to figure out that voice was very familiar.

"Gah!" She jerked awake, hitting her head on the wall and groaning.

"You okay, Gwen?"

Her eyes widened, a smile formed, but turned into a scowl. "Where were you guys yesterday? I've been lonely."

They went silent, making Gwen think of flinching people, looking guilty.

"Well?" Gwen waited, and after three minutes, she sighed. "Fine, I can ignore you guys for a day too."

She can't.

                       Timeskip

Gwen was talking back to them after half an hour, while eating a pancake that the creepy manneq- Slenderman made. While wearing a cute apron that said, "World's Best Killer". Which Gwen can clearly see the words, "Mom" crossed off.

She smiled, seeing the cute pink flowers around the hem, remembering with fondness that her Mom had the exact same one.

"Why thank you, darling." Her Mom gushed, smiling at the apron she found in the wrapped up box.

"You're welcome Mommy!" Tiny Gwen said, grinning widely and felt pride. She picked it! With Daddy's help. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Hey, Gwen? Helloooo??"

She blinked, seeing Sally stare really close to her face, the big green eyes had a reflection of her own face.

"Uh, yes?" She said, more as a question.

"I was asking if you wanted to come shopping with us? Me and Jane and Hoodie." Sally said, smiling.

"Oh, sure! For what?"

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Oooh, what are the biological parents arguing about? And why?

And, even if I feel kinda sad that there are barely any comments, how are y'all? Anyone get their parents a fun gift when they were younger?
I got my mom dead flowers and made her a cloth heart I sewed in Yupik class. My dad, eh, not that much 😅.

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