Duopasta

What's A Museum Room?

Natalie pedals up to a long driveway on Whirley Road, and turns. "That's the haunted driveway!" I hiss at her, "No one knows what's back there!" She turns her head and grins, "It's Club Whirley!" she starts heading up it. I follow as Natalie starts to slow down, signaling that we were getting closer to the who knows what. When we stop, we"re right in front of a gorgeous cream colored mansion with a pool next to it, a green garden, and a gazebo near the driveway. "Woah. What is this place?" I ask, my voice filled with awe and wonder. Natalie gives me a sly smile. "Welcome to my Nonna's house. Her and my Kuni are in Sweden right now, so we won't get caught. I snuck these out of my mom's car." She dangles a garage key door in front of my face and opens up the house. "C'mon, we'll hide in the Museum Room." She tells me, striding into a lovely smelling basement after making me put on a new pair of socks (It's her Nonna's rule) "Wait. What's a Museum Room?" I ask, confused. Natalie grins again. Wow. She can smile. I almost congratulate her on that accomplishment, but decide that now is not the time to do so. Maybe when we're not being hunted down by Slenderman and Jeff the Killer. We go up the basement stairs and into a room with a silk red barrier balanced on fake gold poles. Natalie unhooks the rope and does a fake bow, "Madame, entra nella stanza del museo," She says in Italian. I give her a questioning look. "It means, 'Madame, enter the Museum Room.'" She explains. We both burst out in laughter.

I continued to walk behind Natalie. Looking around in awe and amazement to every new thing. Collectables from China and Japan, beautiful silk couches, and an old piano that belongs to her grandmother. "My Nonna can play really well," Natalie says, seeing me eye the piano. "Hey, Natalie?" I ask, she nods, signaling for me to go on. "Where did you learn Italian? Please don't tell me Duolingo." She chuckles and shakes her head, "I learned a lot when I was young but then I used a different website to learn a bit more." I take in a breath of relief and tension visibly drains from my shoulders and neck, I say in a relieved tone, "Well, that's good, because there was a chance that someone could have been watching me, it could have been a Creepypasta... they said I know too much." I look over, awaiting Natalie's answer. But Natalie isn't there. In the corner there seems to be a shadow of a humongous owl, looming over me, taking the heat from the room and expelling it into the air. I shiver, "You missed your lesson." It says, tilting its head and coming forward. "Natalie!" I scream. The owl advances further and my breath seizes. "Natalie! Help!" I yell once more, frozen with fear. My muscles are tight with fear. "Shut up already, Ben." Natalie says as she steps out of the shadows in the room herself, holding a pipe wrench. "Ben? As in the Ben Drowned?" I ask, eyes widened. The owl nods, the voice now familiar, me wondering why I didn't recognize the voice earlier. "Wait, Ben, why are you here?" I ask, now holding back a laugh. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help myself; within 10 seconds I was on my knees crying of laughter, just imagining Ben in the owl suit and how uncomfortable he must be, waddling around in the shadows, waiting to catch me. "Oh, my God! I can just imagine you in that owl suit coming after me!" I'm still laughing, tears leaking out of my eyes, rolling on the floor, clutching my stomach, the guffaws just not stopping. The waves of laughter washing over me like a tsunami enveloping a city. When I stop enough to speak, I get interrupted by a large, suspiciously owl-ey like creature tackling me to the floor. "That's hilar-- oof! Get off of me, you fat owl! I mean Ben Drowned!" I was having trouble breathing with Ben on me in a stupid owl suit!

I tried to squirm out from under the stupid owl, but failed. Ben Drowned just laughed and stayed. "Get off me, you fat green owl!" I repeat, though I can't laugh due to a certain homicidal elf thing in a owl costume. How did that even happen again? Finally my plead was answered, Natalie walked over and peeled Ben off of me. "You shouldn't haven't have done that." he glared over to me with a menacing look in his eyes. I decided it would be a good idea to make fun of him despite the danger, so I said "if you weren't so fat or in that owl costume maybe I would fight you back and and would win--as a matter of fact I could just pour water on you and I would win." He growled ferociously "You know what? If you won't come to the mansion then I suppose I'll just have to do my job here." He snarled in my direction, and took off the head of the costume. Even though I knew who it was, I was shocked to see the one and only Ben Drowned. "How mad is he?" I thought to myself. "So long, Sarah." Natalie said, snickering lightly. I glared at her, but her stare stayed steady with mine. "It isn't funny anymore!" I said, anger emitting from me. Natalie's smile died off, her eyes suddenly darting over to Ben, backing away quickly. He was changing from his regular Creepypasta form to his killing 'outfit' Great. His Bloodshot red pupils with black outer eye parts, a green Legend of Zelda Link costume, and dark, dry blood dripping down the eyes to his pale cheek. I backed away slowly, fear taking over. I started running back the way we came into the room, the silk red barrier knocked down as I dodged it and Natalie hurtled over. I run into the living room, and up onto the slightly more elevated kitchen. Natalie flings open the door and we start running down the deck and onto our bikes. "You can run, but you can't hide!" Ben Drowned shouts as he runs after us. Natalie snickers breathlessly. "But we can pedal!" She tosses back as we both go faster. I looked back to see Ben floating and being slightly behind us he started to catch up. "NO, NO, NO! Ben what did I ever do to you?" Ben rolled his eyes "it's not that you did anything although you did something small I have to kill you or take you back to the mansion... if you refuse then I kill you but before I do we will try everything in our power to bring you to the mansion." I start to pedal faster until I ran into someone who was also on a bike "watch where you're going sarah!" I realised the voice almost immediately "s-shane?" "yeah but watch where you're going!" Shane picked up his blue Schwinn ranger. "Hey shane?" He turned back to face us with an annoyed look "what do you want now?" I looked at him sternly "well, you didn't have to know but we need your help.." "What mess have you gotten yourself into now- wait let me guess, Creepypastas?" " yeah no shit sherlock, look behind me!" I pointed back to Ben who wasn't that far behind " "WHAT THE !@#$%^&*()<>!?" I laughed still in a big panic and me still being me I said "Shane language! Just get on your bike and ride- that is if you not chickening out.." Shane scoffed and retorted with "I'm surprised you haven't already"He laughed loudly "Oh shut up! You know nothing! You have disgraced the creepypasta race oh and I'm stronger and smarter than you!" I get on my bike "If you don't get on your bike now your going to be left to die and it won't be my fault, don't say I didn't warn you.."He sighed and looked at us with a I'm gonna regret this' look "Why should I? I'll take my chances with someone who shouldn't even exist." I quickly stared him down and shook her head "oh well your gonna get murdered... and it's not my fault, Alright dude, bai!!" I got on my bike as quick as possible me and Natalie left Shane there, I really regretted leaving him there but it was for the best, and Shane was a jerk anyway so it's not like it really mattered...  

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(ps. I'm going to say a quick thanks to my friend Natalie or as wattpadians know her as

Her name: Um, What's this supposed to be again?

@Bakedpotato96

she helped me make this story originally so huge thanks to her she's my Bff to- see ya my lil Pastas!)