A Regretfull Life (Creepypasta fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Hey guys, i know, i know, it's been a while.

I love to write, don't get me wrong, but these stories have been here so long i can't publish any new stories until i finish these old ones, cause if i do, i will never finish them.

So right about now i'm gonna work extra hard to finish all my old books as soon as possible.

Except:

-The ones that are On Hold. I'm sorry but those will have to wait a bit longer until i have ideas for them, you're welcome to give me some.

-Truth Or Dare, because i will unpublish it soon. I realised it was too early. Until something good happens to me that allows at least a happy or at least a decent ending, i won't update ir nor republish it.

Okay, now that the important part is over, enjoy this chapter, this will be the story i will finish the fastest. There's not that many chapters left.

Okay, enjoy.

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Time Skip - 1 month later

"You motherfucker." I growled, irritated at the stupid bitch underneath me that had just punched my still bruised stomach with brass knuckles.

Infuriated by my sudden pain, i stabbed her in the stomach, muffling her screams.

"Now how does that feel?"

Then i maintained my MO and stabbed her in her eyes, quickly killing her.

"Rach, are you okay?"

I looked at Bemin and smiled gently.

"Yeah, i'm fine, thank you."

We had gone on a killing spree. Ever since i had woken up Bemin hasn't left my side, so we've been hunting and killing together.

We've been doing it so much and so often that we developed a partnership when killing.

We got back home and every fiber of my being cringed at the sight of Masky.

I'm aware by now that he had Zalgo's magic, but, I had Zalgo's magic in me before too, yes, it was a different kind of magic that left me immune to any kind of magic now, but i knew how that kind of magic works. It allows you to be the worst version of yourself, erasing the good part.

Meaning that if he did what he did, it was because deep down, he wanted to. Zalgo's magic doesn't put ideas in someone's head. It doesn't manipulate them that way.

What was i expecting anyway? A happy ending?

I guess i never learn that good things turn rotten with me.

Good is something that just doesn't happen to me. The closest i ever got to it, and will ever get, is the luck of having Bemin as my twin brother.

It's the best thing i ever had, and even then it ended up rotting because of me.

Not our relationship, i don't think that's ever gonna happen, no, Bemin himself. He'd never be a Creepypasta if it wasn't for me and my stupidity.

I locked eyes with Masky for a moment, but both of our eyes quickly looked anywhere else.

He has apologized, and i just replied with "Okay."

What did he want to me say? 'Oh, i forgive you for never truly loving me deep down and wanting to hook up with one of the people that had as their life mission to ruin my life as much as possible. All that shit you did? Yeah, no, that's all forgiven and forgotten.'