creepypasta little brother scenarios

How you met part 6

Brvr (he's 14 and you're 20)

You're at the mall when a boy maybe 14 or so ran up to you, or rather into your chest. "Whoa there, Careful," you said looking down at the boy. Any normal person would have backed up and apologized, but he gripped your shirt tightly, an almost silent plea for help. You sighed and he looked up at you, tears in his eyes. You placed your hand on his head and wrapped your arms around him. He looked like he needed a hug.

Just then a man came stomping up to you, "there you are you brat!" You looked up at the source of the voice, the source being an angry looking man. He glared at you and the boy. "Get away from that monster. I hate him but he still belongs to me!" The boy squeezed your shirt tighter, you looked down at him and reminded yourself not to run away just this once, for him.

You see you get yourself into a lot of messes and you have found the best way to deal with it is to walk away. People would say it's cowardly but it really works, it's gotten you out of a lot of situations. But this time you decided not to walk away because this time you had someone to protect.

"If you hate him then why do you care what happens to him?" You kept your head down so he couldn't see the expression of hatred on your face. "It's none of your damn business! You whore!" He spat. You froze at what he called you, it brought back some horrible memories

(Okay I know I owe you another explanation. You see...) as a child you had an uncle. He was... let's just say unpleasant. He sexually assaulted you and would touch you inappropriately. One day he took it too far and tried to raped you. He had brought it up before but you always refused. He would call you a whore whenever you did. You were able to escape unharmed physically but it left you with a mental scar that wasn't ever leaving.

You started to cry and looked up. "Oh look the little bitch is crying!" He laughed. You couldn't take it. You leaned your head down by the boy's ear and whispered, "on the count of three we turn and run, okay?" You pulled your head back to look at him. He nodded. "One." The man started to approach you. "Two." He continued walking closer. "Three." You grabbed the boy's hand, turned around, and ran. Behind you you could hear the sound of him pursuing you. "Security!" You yelled as you ran out of the building and to your car.

You pulled the boy into your car. At first glance it looked like you were kidnapping him. After you caught your breath you looked at the boy you had dragged along with you. "You okay?" You asked. He shook his head and burst into tears. It must have been traumatizing. He was sitting on your lap since you had pulled him into the same side of the car as you. You warpped your arms around him in a comforting hug.

After a bit of crying he calmed down. At least enough to talk properly. You leaned back in your seat and said, "I never got you name. What is it?" He looked at you then back at his feet. "Brvr." He said. "Hmm." You hummed in thought. "Imma call you brover, ok?" He nodded and you smiled. "My name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you brover." He smiled back at you.

You looked out the window. "It's getting late, we should probably get you back home." He tensed in your arms but didn't say anything. After a moment of thought you decided against it. "Or maybe not. Probably not a good idea if that was your guardian." You picked him up and turned him to face you, which was admittedly awkward saying you were in a car. He reacted by burying himself in your shirt. "I'll just take you back to my place." You murmured to yourself.

You looked down to tell Brover your final decision only to find him sound asleep. "All the crying must have worn him out." You whisper quietly.

Placing him in the passenger seat you buckle both your seat belts and start driving home.

Eyeless Jack (he's 8 and you're 16)

You couldn't sleep so you decided to go on a walk around the city. It was beautiful. You always liked the city in the nighttime because of the beautiful lights and how quiet it is.

As you walked you suddenly got the feeling something was racing towards you but before you could react you were tackled by an eight year old. Or rather said eight year was trying to push you over. You admit he was strong but you were stronger and plus the height difference.

As you tried to pull him off you accidentally pulled the mask he was wearing off. He was startled and panicked you didn't know how much the mask meant. He looked around for it and when he couldn't find it he started crying in desperation but his tears weren't normal tears they appeared to be some sort of black tar. You felt bad and pulled him back over to you, you then refastened the mask and ruffled his hair.

You then stood up and started to walk away but he once again charged at you. You sighed and pinned him down. (Violent much?) "ok, what are you doing?" Your voice was level but you were getting annoyed with the boy. In response the boy just growled. You shook your head, sighed and let him go. He stood up ready to try again. As he did so you looked him over, he was really thin, like really thin. He charged at you again but before he could get to you he staggered and collapsed. You rushed forward and caught him before he could hit the ground. You picked him up and started home. 'He's light. Too light.' You thought. The truth was the boy you carried in your arms had not eaten for a long while.

Once you got home the boy started to stir. You placed him on the couch, then seated yourself in the adjacent chair. As he tried to sit up he started falling. He caught himself but his body was weak from lack of food. You felt bad for the boy so you stood and walked the short distance over to him. "What do you eat?" You had a feeling he wasn't what most people called normal. "Meat." Was all he managed to say. You nodded your head and placed your hand on his head "hang in there."

Soon you came out with a plate of meat. You place it on the table in front of the boy. You were just about to wake him when he awoke with a start. He looked at you then at the food. He quickly grabbed the meat and wolfed it down. He then looked back at you, who had moved back over to the chair. He looked down then snuggled back into the couch. You smiled a small smile and grabbed a blanket to throw over him.

~a few hours later~

The boy awoke and almost fell off the couch in panic. You were sitting in front of the said couch. Feeling the movement from behind you you turned around and prevented his fall. "Careful." You said with a smile. He looked better. He looked around the room panicking. You let out a small sigh. "It's alright. You're safe here. I'm Y/N. Who are you?" He finally focused back on you sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the couch. "Jack." He mumbled. "Or eyeless Jack."

You smiled but your expression soon turned to one of worry "Ok jack. What were you doing out there all alone?" He tensed and looked away. 'I guess it's a sensitive topic' "it's alright you don't have to tell me." He nodded, still looking away.

Suddenly he stood up, faltering a bit before regaining his balance. "I should go." He said. You frowned but nodded. "Alright...but if you ever need a place to stay my door is always open." He looked up at you and nodded then turned and ran. As he left you could have sworn you heard a quiet "thank you."