Creepypasta x reader Welcome to the life of a creepypasta

(Y/N)'s past

Warnings: cursing, picture isn't mine

What did I just do? How did this happen? What happened?

Questions like that were running through my mind as I stared at the corpses in front of me.

*(Y/N)'s past*

My parents never really cared about me. I mean when I was a kid they loved me and cherished me. I was their baby girl/boy. That was until I turned 5 and everything changed. My family dog died and I was upset I was really close to him/her but my parents weren't there to comfort me because they were to busy with my new born baby brother
(if you don't have siblings or have a sister or your siblings are older. Well my friends welcome to the power of being a writer because now you have a little brother)
At first I didn't mind they were giving him all their attention I was jealous but my teacher told my babies need lots of attention and I had to help my parents. But then he got old and my parents kept giving him attention and ignoring me but when I turned 8 they gave me attention again.... But not the kind I wanted they would yell at me for things I didn't do and tell me to do all the chores and house work. They were really mean I could have any friends over or go to hang out with anyone or anything and as I got older it got worse. They just tell at me for nothing or things my brother did and they would make me do everything for them and when I didn't they yell at me more and if they weren't yelling at me they were ignoring me. They would always go out to eat and have fun but never let me go with them when one day I had enough.

*Flash back*
(Btw your 13 and your brothers 8)

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I just got home from school. I went up to my room and got out my journal I loved to write stories, I normally wrote about Creepypasta and I loved to read about them my favorite was Slenderman I always dreamed of him finding me and taking me away to where ever he takes all those other children. Their so luck. As I started to write my new story about him my mom burst into my room
"(Y/N) go take your brother to his friends house"
She yelled like normal I got up and went to the front door I saw my brother waiting there and I put on my shoes and walked out the door

*Time skip*

I got back home and went back to my room to grab my journal and keep writing but I couldn't find it. I remember leaving it on my bed. WHERE IS IT???
That journal has so much more then just stories it has fanfics of me and Creepypasta and other drawings I've made and other gory things I shouldn't talk about. I went to ask my mom if she saw it so I rushed to her room and barged in
"Mom do yo-"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch your not our daughter"
My mom cut me off and I was confused for a minute until I saw my dad behind her holding my open journal
Oh no...
"YOU WANT TO TORTURE US"
"WE ARE GOOD PARENTS"
"BITCH"
"USELESS"
"UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT"
things like this kept being screamed in my face I started to cry. I couldn't take it. I needed to make them shut up. I needed to make them stop. But how???
Kill them
What???
Kill them
The voice in my head repeated. I mean I thought about it but could I really do it.
I was snapped out of my thought but a line that finally made me snap
"This crazy ugly creepy would never take you with him"
NO TALKS ABOUT SLENDER LIKE THAT

I ran out into the kitchen and grabbed a knife I ran back into my parents room and stabbed my mother.
She screamed in agony but I just kept stabbing her.
My dad grabbed me and throw me off her.
"YOU PSYCHO"
He screamed and went to check on my mother but I didn't pay attention I just ran at him and tackled him to the ground. I stabbed him in the eye before he could react. He screamed loudly and I laughed hearing him and my mother scream in agony was music to my ears I loved the sound. My father grabbed the knife out of him eye and tried to stab me but I jumped off of him and out of the way he got up and chased me around a little but I lost him and ran into the kitchen, I grabbed another knife and got on top of the fridge. My father came in not long after and when he walked by the fridge I jumped down on his back and stabbed him he fell to the floor and I continued to stab him laughing insanely as I did. Finally when I was sure he was died I went back up stairs and saw my mother laying there on the floor. All life once in her eyes lost. I pouted since I didn't get to hurt her and father as much as I would have liked. I stood there and stared at her lifeless body for a while before I heard sirens. The reason I lost father must have been because he called the cops. I grabbed my journal and ran out the back way of the house as fast as I could with my knife still in my hand. I ran into the woods not far from my house and kept running until I heard nothing but my own foot steps. I stopped running and crouched down leaning on my knees for support and took a minute to breath. I stood up straight once I caught my breath again and looked around I realised I was lost and it was getting dark I needed somewhere to stay for the night. But where?? I could go to anyone's house I didn't know if any abandoned places to stay and staying in the middle of the woods didn't sound the comfiest nor the best place to hide. So where? As I was walking around trying to think of a place to stay I thought I saw a shadow out if the corner of my eye but when I turned nothing was there. I assumed it was my mind playing tricks on me plus I was tired killing people really takes it out of ya. But as I continued to walk I felt something around my waist and I was dragged backwards and into the air I closed my eyes in shock and fear but then I couldn't open that I passed out but why?
What would happen to me now

(Found out in the next chapter of Creepypasta x reader)