Tell me a Story.

Rush

A/N: "I'll post it before 12:00 pm" Said Clem. Thank you guys for reading! it means alot c: As long as I don't run out of ideas I plan on making this a pretty long story :D Another Ded to FMS because I think it was her that i got the Slendy hacking into people's mind's thingy from. And plus, she's kewl.

".Uwaa..."

Sally stirred in the small bathtub, but she was small enough to fit almost anywhere, so it didn't bother her much. She clenched the Towel closer to her chest, her eyebrows furrowing. She noticed that the Bathtub suddenly got alot more uncomfortable. Eerie air wafted around her, melting through the Towel. Sally felt this and her breathing halted to a stop. As soon as she felt the hot, wet, foul, breath breathing on her face, which was a bit hidden under the Towel, She could feel her Heartbeat quicken, and Panic clenched needingly at her throat.

"Haah... Haaa...." The Creature was breathing heavily, she noticed the light outside of her eyelids darken. It must be right in front of her face now. Sally whimpered silently. The light was getting darker and darker, and the breath got hotter and closer. Sally didn't dare open her eyes. Not even a little bit. She was too afraid of what she would see. Slowly, A growl rose from the Monster's throat. It turned into a menacing snarl, which formed into.. a Bark?

"Smile? What're you doing-- The fuck?"

Sally opened her eyes slowly. Hovering over her was some sort of Dog. It's fur was red and black, and sort of like Jeff,  It had a huge smile plastered on it's face.

Jeff snorted. "What the Hell are you doing in the Bathtub, Little Girl?"

"I-I was-"

"Save it," Jeff muttered, turning back to the small circular mirror in the bathroom and Caressing his pale white face.  "I don't want to know your freakish habits."

Sally squinted at him and sat up slowly. She turned towards the Dog thing that was sitting a couple feet away from her. It turned to her and barked. Blood flicking against the walls as he was doing so. "Dammit, Smile.." Jeff hissed. "It's my Clean-up this week, stop that." Sally flinched slightly; That thing, whatever it was, was terrifying. Sally turned to Jeff, squinting. Since he was awake, and now, thanks to "Smile" So was she. She cleared her throat. "Does anyone else live here..?" Jeff scoffed. "Just about every goddamn thing that has died." Sally's eyes widened. "Really?" 

Jeff rolled his eyes. "No. Only Certain people come here." 

"Hmm.." She noted that, wondering why she was brought here. "Well..? what makes us more special than the others?"

The killer snorted. "Special. Well, what makes us, "Special", as you say, is that inside, we are more demented. We were meant to kill, or for people like you, you were meant to kill after you had already died. The "Others" were taught to kill. They were probably treated wrong, or snapped for some reason or the other. But us, we were meant to kill. We are born with it, and we die with it. It's like a disease with no cure. None of us can be healed." He turned to her, not scoffing or frowning. He looked a bit sad. "Not even a little girl like you, Sally." 

Sally's eyes widened, and Jeff quickly turned back to the mirror. "Oh, well. What happens happens." 

Sally still wanted to ask more, but she didn't want to disturb him anymore. "Bu-" 

"Don't worry about it, Sal." He murmured. "Eh, You're a "Creepypasta" now. Go say hi to your Brothers and Sisters. They're probably waiting for you downstairs or something."

"a "Creepypasta..?""

Jeff sighed. "Fuckin LJ."

Sally nodded and climbed out of the Bathtub, stretching. She noticed she was shaking, either from nervousness of meeting the new Monsters.