Miss Pyro (Creepypasta x Reader)

Slightly Anerving Greetings

Warning: Slight pervy-ness is in this chapter-

It didn't take long for me to realize the ropes were too slick to be actual ropes, and as my eyes adjusted to the poorly lit room I could realize that the things holding me up were cables.

"Hey it's me! Man put us down!" Jeff growled, wriggling against the restraints. I meanwhile focused my attention on the T.V., the only light source in the run down cabin. A boy was on the screen- with a green hat and old timey outfit on. He had a sickening grin on his face, and dark red blood dripped from his eyes. He looked like an evil version of that game character- ya know! The famous one! With the bow..? Or… sword or something? Hey! We didn't even have a T.V. in the asylum, don't look at me like that! I had heard of this game when I was still in school- I just wish I could remember the name…

'Oh goD-' I was yanked from my concentration quite literally- the wires holding me in the air were fast to tug me towards the television, and the screen glitched, the next frame the character had his hand on the glass, and he looked up at me with a childish smile, his red eyes glistening.

"Is this a gift? For me! She's soo cute!" The boy giggled, and the tentacles around my thighs spread them apart, and the blonde started twisting me in the air through the cords, turning me in awkward positions, like he was inspecting me. It was like a bad roller coaster ride- I never believed in such a thing so it'd obviously would still be good but- awkward and choppy.

Zelda! The Legend of Zelda! I remembered finally, right as a cable had been assigned a new job- poking at me. When it poked my ribs I squeaked out "Help! Evil Zelda is raping me!"

At that Evil Zelda dropped me. "Zelda?! Zelda?! Zelda is the princess! Do I look like a princess to you?!" The boy boomed, and his hand slapped against the screen, and after a moment it was bending outwards. He was pushing on it?! "I can't believe you'd bring some bimbo into our house, Jeffrey, that doesn't know the difference between Link- who is also not who I am- and Zelda! This is a disgrace." My eyebrows knitted and I turned to look at my friends. It was easy to tell the cables around them had tightened- specifically around Jeff, who let out a grunt and squirmed harsher against the restraints.

"Let him go, Ben! She's the- ugh-" Tim started, a grunt escaping him as the cables tightened around him.

I looked around the tiny shack- I need to help these guys before they do something stupid- like suffocate.

A wide grin spread across my face as the t.v. illuminated a baseball bat sat next to the old tattered couch. I ran in picked it up, nearly tripping on unused cables. The boy continued ranting to Jeff and the others, pushing on the glass more. Finally I was in the perfect position to swing. Batter up b*tch.. I thought as I swung as hard as I could, eyes clenched closed in fear of getting pieces of t.v. in them.

But the expected loud crack didn't come- just a few crackling noises and the sounds of heavy sighs from behind me. Before I could open my eyes a surge of electricity rushed through me- it felt like if my whole body went numb.. I dropped the metal bat and stumbled back, the shock- (hehe- like- the surprise and literal shock- like it?) Throwing me off balance. My eyes opened wide, a pale arm extended from the T.V. What. The. Heck. Was all that could run through my mind as a few more gently crackles echoed through the room, and more of the boy from the t.v. appeared. Soon I could see his lower half- a feature I couldn't see when he was inside the T.V. The boys that he held captive were lying on a pile on top of the cables- taking deep breaths- air being vital right now.

"New girl. Slender's new girl. (Y/N). You f*cking idiot." Jeff growled out between his pants, sending a glare to the short boy.

The little green elf boy's pointed ears flushed red at the tips, and his chubby cheeks puffed out a bit in… anger or annoyance- I couldn't really tell.. "Well how was I supposed to know?!" He snapped, voice cracking in defense.