Living with the creepypasta's

Chapter 4: Laughing Jack and Smile dog

Chapter contains sexual content that none of you under 18 people will not heed

        Maybe a week or so passed and you already had finished painting your room and rearranging as well as pondering.

        "Hey Ricky?" You asked softly barely waking up from your third nap.

        "It's midnight" He responded clearly.

        "Well, I'm going exploring then." Your voice soft you struggled to get up on your feet and put on some shoes. Struggling to put on your shirt you gave up and just delt with your (c) tank top.

        "Mary's asleep though," Ricky said and poked your cheek.

        "I'm going alone anyways." You glanced over at your knuckle duster blades over on the desk and shrugged, "What the hell i'm gonna take them anyways some of these creepypastas still don't know me." You put them on your hands and flicked your wrists to test if they worked. Like magic the blade came out and you sighed in content, these were always your favorite. The black blade almost made it look hypnotic. Flicking your wrists once again to set the blades back, you grabbed the doorknob and pondered. "Ricky, promise me no one enters the room." You didn't bother waiting for a response.

        Now that you think about it you never killed anyone yourself, you always let Ricky and Mary do it. They always insisted. So in other words, you don't your hands dirty. That was gonna change anyways, turning immortal and killing anyone and not get caught in the slightest was always your dream, even though you already did that since you were a child.

        You took a deep breath and looked around. There was absolutely nothing to worry about out here and you enjoyed it quite a bit. It was about to be the month of scares Halloween was always your favorite holiday. 

        It was about fifteen minutes after walking that you realized that you had no idea where you were headed in the slightest. 

        "Well SHIT," You were looking around when you saw a small glimpse of white. Oh goodie they're going to murder me aren't they. 

        There was a deep and rather dark growl coming from the direction of the glimpse and you glared at where you last remembered where you saw the glimpse and followed the growl from there. Suddenly there was rustling and then a whistle followed by a faint voice.

        "Smile!" was the only thing you could hear until the growl started to approach you. It was dark so you couldn't see anything. The thought of that terrified you, but you simply flicked your wrists and turned to where you believe the growl was coming from. There was a snarl and you suddenly felt heavy and fell to the ground to the force that took you down. Estimating the size you immediately knew it was a rather large dog. 

        "Smile!" The voice seemed closer but you didn't care whether this was someone's pet or not you aren't going to let it kill you. With a simple move you had your feet dug into the dogs stomach and with whatever strength you surprisingly had you kicked the dog off and jumped up in the matter of seconds to lash at the dog that was about to pounce on you. With the loud yelp it let out you cringed, god that noise murdered you inside. The person who was yelling out for the dog could be heard right behind you. The dog seemed to have behaved around him or rather it was hiding from you with that swing you gave to it.

        "Smile?" You finally recognized the voice and turned around to reveal the man with coal hair, those eyes that stared forever, the stained hoodie, and the never ending smile accompanied by a sudden slap from you. 

        "The dog could've mauled me." You sounded so casual about it and smiled. "No problem I wasn't anyways" You felt liquid trickle down your neck and down the center of your back leaving a cool trail of whatever the liquid was. Your arm traveled to the back of your head and you laughed, "the dog got me good though." You weren't even paying attention to your torn up shirt with only the top half barely clinging to your body, the blood on your left forearm coming from the bicep, to the small gash on your right foot and the gash on your upper left thigh. The moon was no longer covered in clouds and Jeff could see you clearly, he unintentionally licked his lips.