What's More Dreadful? (Creepypasta Various x Reader Fan fiction)

Yall know what this is, chap 11 loves~

So my little nerds and hobos, I'm back at it again being a weird freak turd in the realm of THIS! But anyway loves I hope you like the fact that I'm here (I'm queer(lol no)) and back to writing this, and shits about to hit the fan with how much I'm changing this, anywhosits, without further ado, I give a possibly long awaited chapter :)
And like, damn this story was kinda a piece of shit, holy crap man 😳
Aight my unholy creatures, you've basically been in a coma for a week in the story, have fun loves <3
*snow will just be on the side lines drinking her chai while writing...
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(Y/N)'s POV~
I felt my eyes slowly peel open from they're places, feeling ever so crusty from sleep. Looking around I realized I wasn't in my room, rather a sparsely decorated room with little to no color, most of the color being from my (F/C, fav colored) comforter that was carefully placed on top of me, as well as my (F/A, fav animal) throw on top of it. Some brown unopened cardboard boxes littered a section of the floor in front of the window, there was a desk in the far corner completely opposite of the bed Im laying on, and at the end of my bed, pressed to the wall was my dresser/armoire. I stretched my arms and legs softly, not wanting to violently leave my little comfort zone. I snuggled closer to the warm blankets and sheets before realizing the painful amount of sun blaring in my eyes and deciding on the better idea of getting up.

"How did I get here?" I asked with a scratchy voice, as I sat at the edge of the bed, looking at my quiet surroundings, I frowned, my eyes landing painfully on the red stained bandages covering almost the entirety of my arms and legs and realized that it all wasn't some painful dream.

(A/N this is what your dresser looks like and also a layout of your room)
(Yes I realize my drawing/handwriting sucks)

"Ugh, I don't even know her, why do I have to go and change her-" the boy that walked in stopped what he was saying and dropped all of his medical supplies at the sight of your standing figure staring at him. He was hovering just above the ground, staring at you with red irises that continued to shrink from shock, he had black tears, kind of like Jack, running down his cheeks. He looked my age (so like 23 or older), he was thin but a toned kind of thin. His almost cartoon like blonde hair, with lots of volume might I add, was somewhat stuffed into a green cap. He wore a green sweater with a thick yellow stripe in the middle, gray converse, and a pair of bleached, distressed jeans.

  "GUYS--" he yelled out the door, now standing on his feet. I heard about maybe five or six pairs of feet stampeding up what I can only assume to be the stairs as five familiar faces ran in and tackled me with a hug as the first boy, who we'll call green for now, and one other stood there, green smiled at the site while the other guy was just kinda there awkwardly with his face concealed by his mask. I laughed as it only felt like I was asleep for a little while and they already missed me, squeezing me and crying, saying never to do that again as I embraced them as well. "What's going on? I've only been asleep for, like, since yesterday afternoon, right?" I whispered out.

After I said that, they all gave me these weird stares, to which Jane finally pipped up, "Honey, you've been asleep for a week, going on two," I stared in shock as Sally added, "We really missed you (Y/N), it was lonely without you... But! I came in here everyday and talked to you!" She smiled.

"A..week..?" I pushed out. I scrambled out of the dog pile I call my friends and stood up shakily, backing away to my bed to sit down. "..." Everything was quiet, my friends stared at me with worried looks. "Can you get out so I can change please?" I asked quietly.  They all mumbled out responses like 'yea' or 'sure', but green had other ideas. "Shouldn't I change your bandages first?" He quickly added. "Oh, um.. Yea," I replied unsure, not knowing him at all. "But first I wanna learn more about you so it's not awkward, ok?" I added, it was true, I didn't want it to be awkward but when someone is as handsome as him, I want to learn more. He shrugged and just let a little 'Okay' as I got right to work with questions, while he got to work, first on my legs.

✨time skip :D✨

  "So how did you even get all of these anyway, nobody tells me anything.." He asked when a moment of silence presented itself. "Oh well that's simple, I tried to kill my self, unconsciously albeit, but still," I replied, still working to get my voice to be heard. "All I remember is standing in the bathroom, I blinked and I was on the floor crying and laying in my blood.." "Yikes, that sounds kinda rough, although, do you know if you really did die in there?" He asked. I stared in bewilderment, finally finding my voice and somewhat loudly saying, "Did I what?! How does one simply die and wake up a week later? That just doesn't make sense!"

  After my loud little tangent Ben (whom's name I learned from my little 20 questions session) just looked up at me, saying "It makes a lot more sense when you live here for a while, I mean, I'm dead, there are a few others here that are dead two, so it's really not that weird to be part of the walking dead when you live here." I just stared with more confusion and shock from his words.

Wow, I have a lot to learn, don't I?

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1028 words, not bad for losing interest and inspiration for less than a year then coming back out of no where, also let me know if you want to know what (Y/N) asked Ben, cuz I kinda want to write about, but only if you guys want it, anyway, love you my hobos and nerds, have a good night or day when ever you read this loves, see y'all! Snow- OUT!!
P.s. This is going to be under heavy editing from here on