Wickedly Twisted (Ben Drowned fan fiction)

bland part 1 chapter 2

3rd person POV

While Tragedy slept she dreamt about her parents, grandparents, and her uncle and aunt still being together with her lovely cousins.  She dreamt about how different life would be.  Her family would be just moving into the shop now, or maybe a little earlier to help with her grandmother or grandfather.

She dreamt that she was closest with her mother, but a daddy's little Angel.  She always thought they'd be a happy family.  The perfect family it seemed, and they'd all share a love for creepy pasta.

She soon woke up, and smiled.  She looked at a picture she kept on her bedside table.  It was a picture of her mom and dad holding her as a tiny infinite.  As her grandmother slightly behind her father with her hand on his shoulder, and her grandfather slightly behind her mother with his hand on her shoulder.

She smiled at the picture, and let only one tear roll down her cheek.  She quickly wiped it away, and smiled widely.

Her father had no family at all, and if he did he didn't know them.  He had been in and out of foster homes, and the orphanage until he turned eighteen.  He stayed in this town, though he stayed in the orphanage mostly, and went to the schools in town.  Where he'd met Tragedy's mother, and fell in love.

They were high school sweet hearts.  Later they married, and had Tragedy.  They even died together.  Tragedy wanted a love story just like there's someday, but she wanted a creepy pasta.

She was determined that they were real. So one day one of them would come as close to loving her as any killer could.  For she knew love was not what their heart was used for.

Tragedy's POV

I sat dazed then remember I had school.  I jumped out of bed and got ready.  I dressed in black skinny jeans, and a creepy pasta shirt that had Slendy, Ben, Jeff, Toby, Masky, Hoody, LJ, EJ, Sally, Smile dog, and Grinny cat.  I smiled widely at my outfit.

I brushed my teeth, and brushed my wavy hair.  I took one last look in the mirror.  My hair was so wavy it looked crimped as usual, and my eyes brown with the slither of green they always held.  I was satisfied with how I looked so I threw on my black and white high top converse grabbed my book bag, and headed out the door.

I ran to school. I loved to run. I barely even broke a sweat.  I was very athletic, but I didn't play any sports. I did what I wanted on my own time.  I liked the woods next to the store they had many trails, and I'd run them constantly.  It was just fun to me, though my uncle was always nervous of me running the woods.  So every half an hour I was running I'd have to call him.  My grandfather did the same thing, so I was used to it by now.

I walked into school.  I went to my locker, and put my stuff away.  I grabbed the stuff I needed then went to math.

The day was boring and uneventful at lunch I sat with my friends.  There was Victoria she was skinny with brown hair and hazel eyes.  Then there was Rosa she has dyed black hair and dark brown eyes.  Then Chelsea she had dyed bright red hair blue eyes glasses and braces.  Last but not least there was Ashley she had black hair and bright blue eyes.

All my friends were different than me.  I was kinda the outcast in the group.  We had very little in common, they all mostly wore black.  Where as I loved black but often wore bright colors.  I loved anime, creepy pasta, and anything musical.  They loved blades, cigarettes, and anything self destructive.

I wasn't with that stuff though we had our love for bands in common.  Also the fact that we had all been friends since we were young.  All our mom's were friends so as soon as we were born we were all bound to be best friends.  My grandparents had kept in touch with their mothers so we stayed in touch too.