Creepypasta X Reader /Lost in the Woods\

Chapter 24• Sledgehammer!

(sorry, kinda forgot to update lmao)
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[Name's POV]
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So, here I was, finally walking out of the house (well mansion) that I've been trapped in for who knows how long! Toby was leading me to the side of the mansion where I saw a shed. He lead me in and I saw a plethora of weapons.

"Ch-choose one." Toby spoke.

I looked upon the walls and spotted a sledgehammer. I slowly walked over to it.

"Why would I need a weapon?" I asked.

"Be-because Sl-slender asked m-me to get y-you to kill s-some p-p-people." He answered.

"Oh, alright." I grabbed the sledgehammer and reality started hitting me.

I'm never going to have a normal life ever again. I'm never going to be able to see family. I'm never going to be allowed in public... Why? Why did this have to happen???!?

"C-c-c'mon, l-let's keep g-going." Toby interrupted my thoughts.

I nodded and followed him. Toby and I were walking through the forest and stumbled upon a road.

"W-we shoul-ld w-w-walk down th-this road." Toby looked at me through his orange goggles.

I nodded. We walked down the long stretched road, I started to see lights. City started appearing in my peripheral vision. Toby pulled me into an alleyway.

"[N-name], y-y-you gotta h-hide your weapon." Toby whispered.

I shoved the sledgehammer handle up my arm sleeve and held the head in my hand.

"Like that?" I asked, he chuckled.

We then walked to a building that was large and white. I got a glimpse of a sign that read "Happy Hill Asylum"... Creepy... It was night out so the doors were locked.

"Toby, you should pry the door open with one of your axes." I suggested.

"Th-theyr-re h-hatch-chets a-and I m-make  th-the d-decision-ns here." He said as he prys the door open.

I followed him in and he started mumbling letters and numbers to himself. We eventually arrived at a door.

"Th-this is th-the one." He whispered.

He started chopping down the door with his uh, hatchets. The noise echoed throughout the halls. I was actually afraid that someone was gonna catch us. Toby finished chopping and I've already started to hear screams. Some from other rooms and some in the room that we damaged, well Toby damaged.

He took me and shoved me inside like he was packing clothes into a suitcase.

"Toby! Ow!" I mumble yell.

I turned to who was screaming inside the room. And what do ya know? There with petrified eyes, curled in the corner of her bed, was Alexa. This is gonna be tough to explain to her.

"Well how do you do, BESTIE?" I smiled at her.

"I-it's not visiting hours, y-you shouldn't be here!" She gasped.

"Indeed it is not. Sorry, did I disturb your life?" I answered.

She just laid there like a sack of potatoes.

"Well, before you die, I will give you some closure. Creepypasta's are real! That's how I got here, I met them, they tortured me sorta and told me I had to kill so I guess it isn't all that bad! Oh wait, you were the one out of the two of us who actually wanted to become one of them! Sorry, I guess you disrupted the perfection of my life and the universe and bought this upon yourself! You had intentions of hurting me and DID hurt me. So, I'm going to enjoy hurting you. ANY LAST WORDS?" I preached.

"I-im sorry..." She whimpered.

I tucked a smile and pulled out my sledgehammer. She kicked and screamed as I pushed her onto the floor. She squirmed as I held her on her back with my foot. In one swift movement, the sledgehammer came crashing down on top of her head. Her head exploded, blood spilt everywhere. Furthermore, sirens started echoing. What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!? Quickly, I nealt down and hugged her body. Why did I do it? Why did I agree to this? Why... Tears streamed down my cheeks. I shouldn't even be here... But I am, and I will do the best I can. I got off the blood soaked ground and reality started coming back as I hear Toby screaming my name and started pulling me.

"Wha-?" I started.

"P-P-POLICE AR-ARE C-C-C-C-COMING! WE-E H-H-HAV-VE T-TO GO!" He yelled.

Then there I was. Running with a blooded sledgehammer, bloody clothes, tears streaming down my face staining the neck of my hoodie and a boy who looked like a psychopath. Yeah my life's going well, how about you?

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803 words.