WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!
My eyes widen. I quickly turn around. I face a very angry, scary looking Boss. I whine, covering my face with my injured wing.
My wing is being tugged on. I look up. Slender is pulling my wing up to examine it.
"Why didn't you tell us that she was a nephilium, Slender?" EJ asks. He lifts his hand towards Jeff.
Jeff hates her kind for some reason. I was afraid of the outcome.
"He didn't do anything. He just stabbed me because I was being a crybaby. And then Toby started- uh..*purr*" I start to explain before the warm feeling fills my chest and I start purring.
"For some reason, when you pet her wings, she starts to purr." Toby explains. My face grows hot and I glare at Toby.
"T-toby..." I warn. "C-cut it ou-out... please..."
He releases my wing after a minute, but the heat doesn't go away. I look over. My hurt wing is now bandaged. I look around.
"I-i forgot to d-do something, b-bye!" I shout, quickly running upstairs.
I quickly close my door, locking it. I lay against the door, hot. I start to pant.
I take off my shirt and pants, fanning myself with my wings. I sit on my bed, fanning myself. The room is still dark, dimly lit by my fairy lights.
"Wh-what is this? Wh-why am I s-so h-hot?" I mutter, warmth clashing over my nerves. I breathe heavily. A knock comes from the door.
"Hey, (Y/N)? Are you okay?" Toby asks. A pain shoots up from my lower region. I whine, crying. Toby tries to open the door.
"Y-yea, I'm f-fine. P-please... go a-away..." I beg. I hear a deep sigh before retreating footsteps.
More pain floods my features. I knit my eyebrows in pain, before laying down.
"Maybe I... c-can sleep.. it o-off." I mutter to myself, falling asleep quickly.
~
I wake up, still hot. The pain is a little duller. I sigh heavily. The heat isn't as intense. I quickly get dressed.
I don't want them to think something is wrong. But, something is wrong... I'll talk to Boss.
I pull on my sweater, tucking my wings into it. I quickly leave my room, keeping my head down. I find Boss's door, knocking on it. He calls for me to enter.
Oh, (Y/N). How are you?
I squirm a little, sitting in front of him.
"N-not good, actually... My b-body is r-really hot a-and p-painful..." I explain, looking away in embarrassment.
You must be in heat.
"W-what?" I ask.
Heat. It's what happens when you feel the need to have intercourse.
"W-what?!" I yell. "W-why in the h-hell would I n-need to do t-that?!"
To reproduce. It should subside in week. Stay in your room until then. We wouldn't want any accidents.
I nod, turning around. I quickly run to my room. I lock the door, whimpering in pain. I wrap my arms around my knees, trying to ignore the pain.
~6 days later...
"(Y/N)! Let is in! You have been closed in there all week!" Masky yells.
I whimper, staying against the wall. Tears fall down my face, the pain becoming worse. I whimper again, dragging myself to the door. My legs feel like they are made of jelly. I brace myself on the door frame, opening the door.
"Finally! What's wrong?!" Masky yells, pushing inside. The light is still not on. The room is dimly lit.
I breathe heavily, my face twisted in pain. Masky looks at me, concerned.
"What's wrong?" He asks again. I groan in pain.
"I-I'M IN H-HEAT!" I yell, tearing it off like a bandage.
I open my eyes, my tongue lolling out of my mouth. I start to pant again. They are all shocked. I clutch the doorway, holding onto the wall for dear life.
"Oh, you poor thing!" Masky yells, hugging me. I quickly shove him off. He looks over at me. He made it worse. I hold my head, starting to get dizzy.
"I need a shower." I mutter quietly. I shove past all of them into the bathroom.
I turn the water cold and quickly strip. I climb inside. I sigh of relief escapes my lips. My breathes calm as my body cools down.
I suddenly get dizzy again. I attempt to support myself on the wall, failing. I slip, hitting my head. I black out.
~Masky's POV
I hear a thump come from the bathroom. I walk over to the door, knocking.
"(Y/N)?" I call. No response. I start to loose my cool. "(Y/N), are you okay?!"
I quickly pick the lock, opening the door. I look around. The shower is running. (Y/N) is laying in the bathtub, the curtain covering her naked frame. She has a huge gash in the back of her head.
I quickly run over to her form, picking her up.
"EJ!!" I yell. EJ quickly appears in front of me.
"What happened?" EJ asks, taking her from me. He starts running down the hallway. I follow.
"She was in the shower and I think she slipped and fell." I explain. EJ sighs.
"Go get her some clothes." He orders. I nod, turning around.
~EJ' POV
Hungry. Blood. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Eat her. Eat. Eat. Kill it.
I push the voices aside, setting her down on a table. I quickly move up to her head.
The wound is secreting a black liquid. It's falling onto the table. I watch as the black liquid heals the head injury. I blink in surprise.
I move over to her wing. I unwrap it. The wound from the knife is already gone. I sigh.
She has self healing abilites.
I sit back in a chair, reading. She slowly starts to move. Just then, Masky returns with some clothes.
She rises, confused. She looks disoreinted. She looks at Masky before jumping. Masky chuckles, handing her the clothes. She looks down at herself before turning bright red.
She punches Masky and he goes flying into the wall. She quickly stands up, running over to him. She is there in milliseconds. She moved so fast I didn't see her.
She bends down, she starts to check him over. Slowly, clothes start to materialize over her body. I blink in surprise.
(Masky and Hoodie now trust you.)
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Her Story: A Creepypasta X Female! Reader
Hayran Kurgu(Y/N) That was her name. She killed her mother and told a story. She was placed in a mental hospital for her story. They questioned her often to test the truth of her tale, but resulted with the same unbelievable story, over and over again.
