Creepypasta Boys X Reader

The Bloody Painter X Reader (Part 2)

-No way...- You stared at your parents in horror, -Those jocks... Those bullies are... Dead...?-

You wondered who could have done such a thing, and to such popular people. Thoughts spun through your mind, and you shook your head. A small feeling of relief settled in your stomach, but you couldn't smile in front of your parents, in case they thought it was you.

"O-Oh..." You managed to stammer out, how could you sound upset? "Well... Th-Thanks for telling me...?"

Your parents both nodded, before your mother leant down and kissed your head. This time you couldn't stop the smile spread on your face; they had never given you this much affection, let alone this much attention.

"We're going to book the holiday as soon as possible, in the next week or so. Anywhere you'd like to go?" Your father asked, wrapping an arm around your mother.

"Definitely Paris." You smiled more.

"Paris it is." They both returned the smile, before leaving the room.

You were ecstatic, not only were your parents giving you attention, but you were going to Paris! And those asshole jocks... You still hated to admit the enormous feeling of relief, but it definitely added to the list of good things today.

You decided to message Helen again and tell him the good news. His responses were far and few, short. As if he was busy. You shrugged it off and went back to your assignments. The sooner you got them done, the less you'd have to worry about on your holiday.

~THE NEXT DAY~

You arrived at school as usual, via the bus. Normally it was noisy, kids laughing and joking around or yelling at others, music normally played, and things were thrown. But today it was different, today it was silent. No one moved, and the last two rows at the back of the bus were empty. It gave the bus an eerie feeling, as if something was missing. But the silence was peaceful to you. You knew why it was so quiet, and you wouldn't let it affect your mood.

The school had the same eerie feeling. No students joked around or made fun of others. They were all silent, most in a sort of terrified looking daze. Some had clearly been crying, and others tried to be happy, but were eventually brought down.

It felt strange, and for some reason Helen never arrived. You started to get worried. Had he too been targeted last night? Was he hurt, or worse... Like the jocks?

You kept your eyes out for him, hoping you'd see him at some point through the crowd. But the boy clearly wasn't at school. During one of the lessons, you sent him a text, asking where he was, if he was alright.

He didn't respond, not straight away.

As you went to your third class, your phone went off. You checked it quicker than you had ever checked your phone before.

'I'm alright, just slept in.' Was the message, it was from Helen.

You let out a sigh, feeling relief once again. Good, your only friend was alright. But why on earth would he sleep in? Wasn't he as shocked as everyone else about the murders?

Halfway through the class, an announcement went through the school. The principle finally had something to say about the murders, and he gave a long speech about how their deaths have affected the entire school. He could sense the dread through everyone and insisted that everyone stay safe and lock their doors.

He then gave the news; school would be closed for the rest of the week. The students were happy with that, some giving cheers; the teachers shut them down quickly with talks of disrespect, and the students once again fell into a depressed silence.