Double Murder (Female Creepypasta x Male Creepypasta Reader) [Indefinite Hiatus]

How It All Began

You started your life off as a relatively normal kid. At least, you thought you did. But little did you know your life was never normal. You realized this and had to start growing up by the time you were 5 fucking years old. It all started off with your father, who was a relatively insecure person, but it worsened. He started to accuse your mom of cheating on him, several times, so he went from a source of joy and comfort, to a misogynistic, paranoid, abusive, even more insecure alcoholic. He was confused, and didn't know what he was doing, so he just went with the easiest way and didn't deal with it.

By the time you were 8, your sister, who was 4 years older than you, and your mom had joined a gang. Your mom didn't care what your sister did, so after she joined the gang, she let your sister join too, while she became sadistic, and beat the shit out of you whenever they got home. Your sister hadn't tried anything yet, but you started working out as an 8 year old. You were already as mature and as smart as an average 11th grader, so you just kept doing what you saw fit. That all paid off one day when you were eleven years old.

Your sister, who was the only person you had even semi-trusted in your life, had come inside from doing a lot of drugs and drinking. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her after he found out she was in a gang. She was horny before that, and the drugs only made it worse. So she did the only logical thing in her state of mind, which was to go up to her little brothers room and rape him in his sleep.

She was in your room, and was about to start when you smelled alcohol. It was her. You quickly pushed her away, and she lunged at you. After throwing and pinning her to the ground, she said, "Please little bro, you don't understand what I'm fucking going through right now!" "No!" you screamed, "I can't believe you! I trusted you! You were my only source of comfort!" Just then, your father and mother bursted in, saw you pinning your sister to the ground while looking angry, and spoke up. "Go to sleep (S/N)," your father said, "We'll deal with him." "Okay," your sister said, but not before spitting on you first.

You then saw your father and mother walking towards you. Your father had a whiskey bottle and your mother had a rock. Then, they began beating you. Your father smashed you in the head with the bottle, glass shattering everywhere. Your mother stabbed you a couple of times in the arm. You screamed in pain as they were seemingly about to murder you. "Please! Stop it! It hurts!" you screamed. Then, in unison, your parents said, "Shut the fuck up you ungrateful little shit! Be glad we're paying you this much attention anyway! We never wanted you in the first place. You should just die for being such a pain in the ass!"

They continued for what felt like hours, until they finally left. But of course, before they did, they said, "Useless piece of fucking trash," and spat on you. They told you to, "Clean this up!" and walked away. The next day, someone had told your father about a demon and how it would 'need a sacrifice to give you any power you wanted.' He was drunk, so he believed it.

When he got home, he grabbed you, and said, "Follow me you little fucking bastard." You said nothing, but simply did as you were told. He started to draw a pentagram, but in a very wobbly way, as he was still drunk. It still looked like a pentagram, just drunk, which was exactly what it was. He told you to lay down, and you did as you were told afterwards, he pinned you down and said, "NOW I WILL BE A GOD!" and let out a maniacal laughter. He stabbed you seven times in the stomach, and a black cloud enveloped over you. Your eyes turned blacker than the night sky, and a voice began to say, "Thanks for the body," and you collapsed right back over. To your father's surprise, your wounds were healing, fast.

"No...NONONONONONO! That's my power, not yours, you little fucking ungrateful shit," he screamed as he started crying. All of the abuse only got worse. Every. Damn. Day. Your dad beat you as a wake-up call, you got bullied at school, your mother beat you when you got hope, and your sister attempted to rape you. Every. FUCKING. DAY! Until, on your twelfth birthday, you were beat more than normal. Then, you snapped.

You grabbed a knife you had been sharpening for self-defense against these monsters, snuck a gun from your parent's wardrobe, put on a black hoodie, torn, faded blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. After you had everything you were sure you would need, you grabbed a sheathe for the knife and a holster for the gun. After that, a voice inside your head said, "Ah. So you finally went insane, now have you?" "What the fuck was that?" you asked confusedly. "I am the demon your father tried to summon for himself. My name's Dreamer. If you want to go out and massacre people, then I won't stop you, I'll just enjoy the show." "Okay? Are we friends or something," you asked, still confused. "Not exactly," the voice said. "I'm merely staying here, though we can become friends over the years." "Sounds nice," you responded. "At least I get to kill these bastards." You started with your sister by shooting her in the legs, one bullet each, before walking up to her and slitting her throat. Next was your mother. You stabbed and shot her multiple times in one arm, cut off the other, and stabbed her a decent number of times before finally shooting her though the mouth and into the brain. Your father tried sneaking up behind you with a frying pan, but this was no cartoon. You shot him through the frying pan, since actual frying pans don't deflect bullets, and it hit him in the balls.

After yelping in pain, you stabbed each of his limbs and shot them numerous times, before jabbing your knife deep into him. You began to slide upward, and before he could die from blood loss, you stabbed him in the stomach seven times, and then shot him in the face. After that was done, you walked out of that home of torture.

When you got outside, though, you realized someone was staring at you. It was a girl from next door, who you knew, named Jessica Woods, or Jess. You simply ignored it and walked away, as her neighbor, Jane, stared at you too. After walking for a while, you ran into the phone store, killed everyone inside, and stole a phone. You spent the next 5 years of your life on the run, and became known as an urban legend, or a creepypasta, named Nightmare.