Um. Creepypasta???

Chapter 11

I watch waaaaay too many RPG memes and stuff so I went around YouTube for awhile and found this

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I need a life.

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Ashley and EJ were in the process of mauling a human body. After being in the norm for so long, I felt sick looking at the carnage they'd caused.
Blood slicked the hardwood floor, with errant bits of flesh and organs strewn on the furniture. EJ casually licked the blood off of his hands before saying, 'Oh, hi Helena. How ya doing?'

I had just enough time to run ( more like stumble) out of the room and to the bathroom (conveniently located opposite the room) and upchuck into the porcelain commode. The last thing I heard before blacking out was Ashley saying, 'Dang, I just washed he toilet.'

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I woke up, Ashley looming over me. 'Hey. You ok?'
I squeaked and scooted across the bed. Wait. Bed?

'Where am I?', I demanded. She smirked. 'In the guest room. And by the way', she said before exiting the room, 'you're cleaning the toilet. Also, take a bath. You have vomit stains in your hair and on your face. There are new clothes in the dresser beside you.' Then she left.

I grabbed the clothes. A long-sleeved light blue shirt, black jeans and underwear. I wrinkled my nose at the acidic smell and then froze. Enhanced smell. Oh gods.

I rushed into the bathroom (again) and slammed the door, locking it. I quickly undressed and bathed, scrubbing my hair and face down with soap and near-boiling water. The I dressed in the new clothes (duh) and then sat down. In front of the mirror, I tested out...

My accelerated healing. Yippee. I picked the nail clippers off the bathroom counter and breathed in before cutting a piece of flesh off my thumb. I hissed in pain, resisting the urge to run it under the cold tap, scream and cry, or both. I watched in part fascination, part horror as layers of flesh, skin and epidermis grew back. The blood receded onto the cut before the skin slammed down, leaving a pale white scar.

All this took 5 seconds to happen.
I opened the door to Ashley standing outside, studying her nails. 'Hey. Come down. Imma discuss with ya.'

I frowned as she lured me down with the promise of cookies, cake and tea. I was going to need some answers. Also a new dose.

Of course, no snacks. But there was tea. I busied myself with the milk and sugar.
We sat down. 'Explain.' I said after sipping.
Ashley groaned. 'Umm... so. Cannibalism first, I guess.'
EJ shifted uncomfortably in his black velvet armchair, mug gripped in his slightly tinged grey hand. (It's just a phase, he said. It'll be fine, he said) 'Well... you see. Slendy's potion-serum thing doesn't work on separate entities such as you, Ashley or me. It only removes the,' -he flinched-, 'facial anomalies. It does not, however completely subdue the urges of a residing entity. Especially if it has been a habit for a long, long time.'
Wait. Was this going to happen to me? I figured.. no. It probably wouldn't. But I would never be sure, until I asked Slender.

'So... why did you call me here again?' I asked suspiciously, setting my teacup down onto the glass tabletop. I vaguely remember something that Sarah told me once about a glass table... I smelt blood as Ashley piped up. Yuck. 'This is the negotiating bit. EJ's skin is starting to discolour, and his teeth are getting sharper. I can barely look at a human without mauling him or her. It's getting ridiculous. We want you' -[insert deep breath]- 'to get another dose of the stuff from Slendy.'

'Why not get it yourself?' She huffed. 'Because! We'll attract unwanted attention! Besides...,' she said, eyes glinting, 'maybe a reward for your help?'

'Really? You'll owe me big time... but I'll be generous, so I'll be needing a good reward now...' I smiled and rubbed my hands together. I was going to milk the most out of this. But then again, I need the serum as well. Crap.

A moment of silence. They looked at each other as if convinced that me, Daniel Helena C. (for Cynthia), was still a child. Which is not true.
Okay, maybe a little bit true, but still! Insulting much?

Finally, they seemed to reach a consensus after staring st each other like "no you say it. No, you!" and so on and so forth.
Then after an eye staring contest (and they say I'm childish) EJ sighed. 'You get to play on the gym.'
'Yay,' I whisper-shouted. I crept off the chair and to the door, eager to escape washing duties, but not before Ashley dragged me back in. 'Now,' she stated, 'about that toilet...'

I gulped. My hands were already aching...

Jeff's POV
(A/N: bruh lemme explain. If there's that dash-dot-dash thing, Helena's still knocked out in a hospital bed. This is a VR thing to keep her occupied while she's comatose in a bed. When I put a POV thing, it's in real life. (Y/N) is inserted due to the Creepypastas wanting to introduce her to (Y/N) so she doesn't freak out.
Peace!)

I stared at the frail, tiny hand laying limp on the starched sheets. I sighed. 'She isn't going to wake up, is she,' I asked EJ. He frowned. 'No... but she seems to be enjoying the VR simulations.
I stared glumly at the black box- like thing that was vaguely in the shape of sunshades, reminding me of the time we went to the beach together.

  I shook the depressing thoughts away as (Y/N) walked into the room. 'Hey, baby girl. How's Delilah?' I asked. I'd given up on Helena a long time ago. Delilah, by the way, was her cat, nicknamed Grinny. He had this unsettling habit of smiling whenever we were going to watch Jigsaw or IT.
  (Y/N) shrugged. 'He's fine. Playing dress-up with Sally. Zalgo help him when she breaks the dresses out.'
  I pecked her on the cheek. 'Ok. Coffee?'

  She smiled. 'Last there gets no sugar or milk.' I scoffed. 'How're you gonna stop me?'
She smirked. 'Like this. LOOK!!'
I whipped my head to the bed. Did she move? I dismissed it as I playfully chased her down the stairs. I did not look back into the room.

3rd POV

  The shadows swarmed and wriggled as the young man left the room. The girl thrashed, longing for another body in the room. She was awake, but barely. She was struggling, trying not to fall back into the slumber that she had been in for the past few months.

She succumbed as EJ strolled in, the darkness wrapping her in a comforting embrace.

(Y/N)'s POV

I stared at the picture of Atlas and me together. Apparently she didn't trust me with her name yet, so I just had to call her Atlas... for now. She's just grieving for her friend, I reasoned. She's not holding a grudge over when I first saw her...

Flashback

I walked along the forest floor, flowers in my hands, Jeff by my side. A girl suddenly stumbled out from behind a tree, disheveled and panting.

'Hey, Sa-!'
She snarled. 'DO NOT call me that in front of her! So you not know how much I favour my privacy?'

When she looked up, I screamed. Her left eyelid was split down the middle, side and rightmost corner. The eye was a milky blue colour. The scars reached down in pale red-and-peach streaks, splitting her lips into chunks. They were fused together, held together with slightly translucent skin. The side of her left cheek was scattered with scratches and a long cut ran across her jaw, opening a slit in her cheek.

She'd started screaming at me, calling me profanities. I'd fainted, flowers crumpled and strewn across the forest floor.

End.

I shuddered. She still scared me whenever she walked past me in the street.

I got up and stretched. Welp. Time for lunch.