Creepypasta - The Guardian Mother

12 | The Second Floor

Hey my Wammies :3, I just wanna say something before we head onto the story.

       From now on, all the upcoming chapters will be based on Ruby's point of view (POV) with some exceptions of other views. I have been meaning to change this for a while now because of future purposes and twists. I hope that at some point, I will get to where I want to use this to my advantage. Also because the all-knowing narrator - a.k.a me UwU - does not suit well.

But anyway, that is all I wanted to say. I hope you do enjoy the chapter.

Enjoy my little Wammies :3

The feeling of sitting in front of Amber gives me a sense of insecurity and stress. The fact that Amber is a demon, it did give her safety. Not just mentally, or emotionally, but also physically. If there was any danger brought upon her or anyone else, then she could have Amber take care of them. But, wouldn't that be running away from the problem? Almost like I'm letting others fight for my purposes and meanings? Maybe, it is. However, the feeling of having some safe on my side.

If things start to go south.

Amber does also have control of my body. If I fell unconscious, would she be able to take control? Most certainly. Amber did take control when I was drugged and kidnapped by them. I know that she hurt both Jack and Jeff, but at what cost? It didn't make a difference. In the end, we got caught, and Amber almost took it too far, almost revealing herself.

How much do I really know of Amber? Is she a threat? Not just to the Slenderman and the others, but is she a threat to me? All I have known really about her is her background. What about her intentions? Is what Amber says truly what she says she is? What am I even saying? Of course Amber is. She is giving so much to me and here I am thinking she is a possible demon threat. This is what I'm giving back to her, theories and assumptions that are probably not even true.

Although, why do I feel so anxious just seeing her? That moment when I first saw her, seemed to have faded away. Am I just more aware of her capabilities? Or is it just my paranoia? Perhaps.

"Are you alright, Ruby?" I heard Amber's voice. I look at her, noticing her curiosity in her black sclera eyes. Her iris had no pupils, so there were only red pupils. Her eyes were dead. Was that the fact she died? Or was she always like this? 

"Y-Yes, I'm fine,"  Crap. I stuttered, "I'm just thinking about what happened recently?"

"You mean about yesterday?" Amber was there, of course. She resides in my body. Amber is practically there every time, so I'm never truly alone with my thoughts and opinions. But what the heck, I don't care. She is good company.

"I do agree with you. I did not expect your mother to have been diagnosed with diabetes type 1 at the age of 8. Your mother always seemed to be healthy. The worst thing she had ever got was that she once had to stay in bed for a day."

Amber was right. When I was 10, my mother fell very ill and had stayed in bed. At that time, Liu and Jeff still lived next door to me and so I went to their house and told them. Their parents came to my house and helped my mother. Liu's parents brought me to school and also picked me up from school. The whole day, I felt worried for my mom.

Through my whole life, I have only prayed once. 

My mom and I never believed in God. Well, she never mentioned once about God unless she cursed, which was never so often. So it would make sense that I didn't know about God or religion too. I never knew about religious beliefs until I was taught in class in Middle school. A few days after my mom had gotten sick, the teacher was teaching religion in our second lesson. I remember that the teacher would call different religions, like Christian or Muslim or Buddism and everyone, stood up for their own religions. I watched as Erisa and Zach would stand up after the teacher had said, "Christian". They were very confused when I didn't stand up for anything.