My New Family (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 11: Helen Otis (The Bloody Painter)

"Jesus, what a dickhead," Jane muttered to me as I walked inside the mansion. "I can't believe that Slenderman thinks he could be an asset to us. The only thing he is is a pain in MY ASS." She crossed her pale arms, huffing indignantly as we walked up the grand staircase. 

"I mean, I trust my dad," I said hesitantly, "but I agree. He's just a kid. A super annoying one too." 

Jane rolled her eyes at me and approached her bedroom door. "Whatever. I hope I can trust Slenderman eventually. But for now, I think his decision was a stupid one." She opens her door and walks inside before slamming it shut, making me jump. 

I bite my lip and rub my arm as a cold draft wafts over me. I want to become friends with Jane, but she still seems distant, even though we had that whole bonding experience a few hours ago. She seems to not trust easily, especially after her old friends betrayed her. I walked over to my own bedroom door, taking in the sight of my messy room. I sigh and flop onto my bed, pushing a few unfolded hoodies and jeans off of my covers. 

I dreaded the thought of Ben living with us, and willed my eyes to close so I could sleep after that entire exhausting ordeal. 

However, that didn't happen, and I lay there as the sun came up and shone through my curtains. I groaned and rolled over in bed, rubbing my eyes, feeling a pounding in my head from staying awake all night. Grudgingly, I got out of bed and went off to take a shower, knowing there was no chance of even a few minutes of sleep. It was still early enough that I wouldn't be disturbed by Jeff fighting with anyone he came across, and I reveled in the quietness of a gloriously silent morning. 

After stepping out of the shower and carefully applying some light makeup, I walked down the stairs, my socked feet making no noise on the old steps excluding the last one, which always creaked. I walked into the kitchen and came across Tim sitting cross legged at the island. He was one of the only early risers in the house, besides Jane and my dad. He turned around as I opened the fridge door and blinked slowly. "The hell are you doing up so early?" he grunted, throwing down his fork. 

"Couldn't sleep after last night," I replied, pulling out a box of cold pizza. 

Tim snorted. "Why, scared of the kid?" 

"Of course not," I replied sharply. "Sometimes I just can't sleep, that's all." I opened up the box of pizza and raised a slice of pepperoni to my mouth before Tim quickly slapped it out of my hand. "What the hell?" I complained, picking it up off the floor. 

"You don't want that, trust me. It's Jeff's," he said, raising a thick eyebrow at me. I wrinkled my nose and threw the fallen slice back in the box and pushed it away from me. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sank into the chair next to Tim instead. He immediately got up as I sat down and picked up the box of pizza and threw it into the trash, and walked out of the room, throwing me an unreadable look as he exited. 

With my stomach grumbling and my head aching, I grumpily sipped my coffee alone. 

Before I could think any more about Tim, however, Jane walked into the kitchen in a slightly wrinkled black slip, one of the spaghetti straps slipping off her shoulder. Her hair was mussed and her usually perfect curls were flat and lank. She had no makeup on and her feet were bare, showing off her newly painted black toenails. She opened the fridge and looked inside quickly before closing the door and retreating to the coffee maker, as I had. "Morning," I said, through a steaming sip. 

Jane looked over her shoulder, her eyelids droopy. "Oh. Morning (Y/N)." She poured herself a cup of coffee, black of course, and sat down next to me. She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and yawned loudly. "I didn't sleep last night," she admitted. "Couldn't."