I sit in silence, reading my book. EJ sits across me in a chair, also reading a book.
Suddenly, three rowdy pastas burst through the doors of the library.
"Hey, look!" Toby yells. He runs up to me, tackling me out of my chair. "I found her!!"
"Ugh!" The other two males groan. Jeff and Ben.
"I want my twenty bucks." Toby explains, sticking out his hand. I shove him off me, standing up. I brush my shirt off, crossing my arms.
"What are you three doing?" I ask, glaring at them.
"Slender needs you. We bet twenty bucks to whoever could find you first." Toby explains. I roll my eyes, walking towards Slender's office.
"Slender also said to take your wings out of your jacket!" BEN yells. I sigh, walking up to Boss's door. I push it open, walking inside
"Hey, Boss." I mutter, trudging inside. I close the door behind me.
"Could you sit down, (Y/N)?" Boss asks. I nod, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.
Although, Boss isn't at his desk. He is standing in front of his bookshelves, looking for a book. Trender is in Boss's seat.
"What do you need, Boss?" I ask, rubbing my eyes and yawning again.
My brothers were just curious about your wings. And what did I tell you? Take off the darned coat before you stunt your wings' growth.
Boss scolds. I roll my eyes, shrugging off my coat.
Underneath is a black tank top. My wings extend and stretch themselves. They also shake themselves out, a few feathers falling to the ground. Soon they fall to my sides, resting comfortably.
You were not kidding, brother. She really is one.
You can make clothes for her, right?
Trender nods, walking over to me. He reaches out to touch my wings.
My wing whips around and slaps the back of his hand. My eyes widen.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Trenderman, sir!" I exclaim, pulling my wing up to me. I point my finger at it. "Bad wing! Bad!"
It's alright, (Y/N)... Do you have control of your wings?
I blink twice.
"Uh... kinda? They kinda have a mind of their own." I explain. Trenderman nods.
My left wing stretches itself. It almost hits Trenderman. I narrow my eyes. My right wing stays by my side.
May I touch your wings?
I nod gently. My right wing wraps around me. I lay my head against it, nodding off.
I feel Trenderman run a plastic strip across my wingspan. I slowly nod off, my mind going blank.
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(Y/N)? Wake up!
I hear a voice call. I rub my eyes, attempting to sit up. My right wing holds me down. I stand up and stretch, yawning.
"Yes, boss?" I ask, still stretching.
My brother made you some custom clothing. He will have to explain the concept though.
I created a slotted cloak to go over your t-shirt that I added a zipper back to. The zipper back has an empty back space with a zipper that travels across your spine. The slotted cloak has slits that go all the way down to make easy room for your wings.
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Her Story: A Creepypasta X Female! Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) That was her name. She killed her mother and told a story. She was placed in a mental hospital for her story. They questioned her often to test the truth of her tale, but resulted with the same unbelievable story, over and over again.
