Creepypasta Oneshots

Just like your father.

Characters:
Lazari Swann
Sally Williams

Ages:
Lazari(12)
Sally(8)

I'm going off the oringal story's don't fight me—

Genre:
Angst!
Fluff!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!⚠️
⚠️Flashbacks⚠️
⚠️Abuse⚠️
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And there she was, Lazari Swann sat in her room of the so called 'Slender Mansion.' Her red hair fell down her shoulders as she looked outside her window, hearing the others talking downstairs. She didn't like them, everyone she found was annoying be-sides Lulu and Sally. Jeff was too ignorant, Jane was too cold and clockwork was bitter, EJ was... well, she didn't talk to him that much, but she did looked up to him in a brotherly manner. She wouldn't ambit that though, but she hated The Operator, no she didn't like Zalgo either. Both of them were heartless killers, manipulative and cruel.

.....

But wasn't she a killer as well? She took away innocent Ives, but she didn't mean too. Lazaris mind starting to race, she didn't want to be a killer, was she just as cruel as they were? She could hear her mothers voice ring through her head,

"Your just your father, Lazari. A monster, just like your father."

Instead of being back in her room and 12 years old, she was a in a dark and oddly damp basement, instead of being 12 she was in a 6

years old body. She wore a dirty red nightgown and her hair was tied back in a dirty bow, her hair was matted with dirt. Scars scattered her body.

Lazari felt her breath hitch, she was in her mothers basement. She tried to move but she couldn't something was restraining her.

Chains..?

Ah yes, her mother being the crazy son the bitchs he was restrained her own child to the wall with chains. She had forgotten that part of her childhood. Lazari glanced around the dark room, trying her best not to have a break down now and there.

Seconds turned into minutes,
Minutes turned into hours.

Until she heard the creaking sound of the door open, she spotted a outline of a women walk down the staircase into the basement.

"Lazari, Dear~! I know who to save you from your demons, sweetie."

The voice called out, it was sickly sweet, she hated the person be-hide the voice. She pulled against the restrains, tears started to form.

"Mommy can help you, Mommy can save you."

Her mother pulled out a thin knife,

Save?

Save me from what?

She had remembered thinking in the moment.

God, sometimes Lazari would look back before her mother had went 'insane,' and wondered how in the hell did she look up to her? When she was younger, she looked up to her mother as a hero, never knowing her father. But now,, she didn't want to end up like both of them.

Lazari let out a whisper before trying to push away from the useless excuse of a parent with her feet.

"S-stop.. I don't need saving- please,, m-mommy."

"But dear, you do, I don't want you ending up like your father. All we have to do is cut the demons out of you."

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Lazari felt a panic set in,

Was she like her dad?

Was she like her mom?

Was she truly a monster?

A monster.

A demon.

Everything she feared to be.

Tears streamed down her face as her thoughts started to race, letting out a muffled sob.

"Lazzie..?"

A voice called out, it was quiet and filled with confusion. Lazari was too caught up in her own thoughts to spot the child open the door, Sally.
The eight year old looked up towards Lazari tilting her head,

"Why are you crying?"

The red haired girl looked towards the brunette before wiping away her tears, giving sally a sad smile, out of everyone in the mansion sally was probably one of the only ones the girl had liked. Even if she found her like an annoying littler sist-

"Sally.. I'm not upset, okay? Why don't you go play with Jeffery, I'm fine."

The brunette sook her head, Lazari seemed upset and she didn't want her to be alone. The child looked up to her before looking back towards her dirty stuffed bear, a idea forming. The eight year old placed the stuffed beat in front of Lazari, making the other look a her with confusion.

"Mister D helps me when I'm sad,, here you go!"

Sally smiled brightly at her idea, handing the dirty stuffed bear towards Lazari.
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Word count:
754

Sorry it's short 💀
Might do a part two - might not-

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