"Get out fuckass." You said and slammed the door shut.
"HEY YOU NEED TO COME AND EAT YOU HAVEN'T EATEN IN DAYS" Jeff banged the door once or twice and let out a slur of curse words as he walked off.
"You really do need to go eat i'll work on the room." Ricky said and dipped the paintbrush in the bucket of paint.
"Fine alright just don't mess anything up....Mary" You walked out and wiped the paint from you hands to the rag on your shoulder, your hair somewhat coated in paint, and you arms completely covered in the paint as well, you clothes? Let's say they have a lot of washing to do.
"Child your finally out of your room?" Hearing the voice take over your thoughts you nodded.
"Yes i'm out and yes im eating...in my room." You were reaching for the plate and were stopped by tentacles wrapping around your hands.
"You stay here to eat and those are the rules. I did not cook this food for you just so you can go lock yourself up again. Now go take a seat and eat your food." Slender sounded quite pissed but you sat down anyways and started to eat as you could hear the proxies and scps starting to shut the doors to their rooms and grab food from the seperate dining rooms that splay across the dark mansion.
"Question. how many dining room are there, how many scps and proxies are there, am I officially immortal yet, and is it possible to impregnate any of us including the so called 'Males'?" You finished and heard Slender shift to sit across from you as his hand folded infront of his face.
"10, Too many, no, and yes." Slendor stared at you--or at least thats what it looked like-- as if waiting for a response. You processed what he said and you burst out into laughter at the last answer.
"SO!" you were trying to calm yourself down and as you did you choked at words, "Your saying....that if.... Jeff and you....did you know....one of you could possibly end up pregnant!?" He nodded in response and you burst out into laughter even more.
Only a proxy or two was down at the dining table you were at and it was Jeff and some guy that looked a few years older than you, goggles on yellowish lens, and a sweater with striped sleeves.
"What is it with you guys and sweaters." You asked Jeff and Slender not caring for who responds.
"I don't know actually." Jeff responded after grabbing a drink.
"Isn't that helpful. Anyways more questions. Am i allowed to kill yet? How do I become this you call 'immortal'? Can i hand make my weapons? What if I told you I'm able to slaughter without lifting my hands from where they currently are?" Slender took a moment and stared --If you want to call it that-- at you.
"Yes. I'll decide when. Yes. I would think that is amazing" His voice sounded rather pitiful at the that last part but you were almost done so that meant you could lock yourself for another few hours to paint and go out to get clohtes, for free!!
"I'm done." You got up and wiped your mouth the clean side of the rag that was over your shoulder and without knowing that goggles was staring at every move you made as you walked off back to your room.
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"Who was that new proxy?" Toby asked with the most honeyed coaxed voice they'd ever hear, making even Jeff have shivers run down his spine.
"(Y/n), You can't really tell much just by her apperance she would seem to innocent," Jeff growled.
"He's pissed about this girl??" Toby questioned.
YOU ARE READING
Living with the creepypasta's
FanfictionYou were only a toddler and you heard voices. "Kill kill kill" repeated in your head. Maybe you didn't belong with these so called "humans"
