Tell me a Story.

Putty Tats

A/N; Please note that I willnot be including any OCs of any kind in this Fanfiction. I only use characters who have a Creepypasta. Which is why I didn't use Grinny. Grinny, along with Ms. P were OCs for Pasta Monsters only. Comickit even stated that Grinny is her OC and she doesn't want him in the actual Creepypastas. So, I used The Smiling Cat instead c: It's a pretty good one, go read it if you haven't

Silence took over the Creepypasta world. A black cat curled up on a park chair, stretching out as his black fur wavered in the wind. His bright green eyes examined the red stars above, noting each one.

Suddenly, his ear twitched at a sound of pounding feet. The feline lifted his head curiously to see a small girl running through the park to get to, what he was guessing, Slender Mansion. He flinched slightly as she zoomed past him, her brown hair zipping a little bit behind her. She glanced back at the Relaxed cat with a look of surprise. The Smiling Cat purred and licked his jet black paw, scooping it over his head and past his green eyes. This was to be interesting.

Sally rushed through the huge wooden doors of the Slender Mansion. She slammed the door shut, pelting forward, but not before crashing face first into Ben’s chest. She hiccupped as she fell backwards. With confused eyes, the small 8 year old glanced up at Ben.

“..Are you alright?” He asked slowly, raising an eyebrow at the Girl.

“I’m fine,” Sally said truthfully, coughing. “I just don’t want to be here when Uncle Johnny comes.”

Ben’s bloodied eyes widened. “Is that why you guys left? To get your Uncle from the Pick up?” He grunted as he helped Sally up. “If I was Jeff, I wouldn’t have taken you there.” He stated, smiling at her. Sally smiled back, remembering the words he said from the other day. “Why aren’t you asleep?” The pale girl asked, her pale green eyes staring up at Ben curiously.  Ben shrugged, taking a sip of the Soda planted in his hand. “After I wake up once, I can’t really get back to bed,” He admitted, meeting her eyes. “I was gonna wait for you and Jeff to get back, anyways.”

Sally huffed. “This sucks. Why couldn’t Mr. S keep him away from me?” The small grunted, her eyes narrowing.

Ben blinked. “Johnny or Jeff?” He questioned, staring down at her. “Johnny!” Sally spat, her cold eyes glaring at her socks.

Ben gulped, remembering something bad. “Oh, man.” He muttered, gripping his Soda can with his fingers. “Wait till you hear this, Sally.” Sally blinked up at her new friend. “What?” She asked, not believing it could seriously get any worse. “What is it?”

Ben sighed. “At Dinner-time, we each have a certain seat to sit in. It is ordered in Alphabetical order by the last name.”

“So?” Sally raised an eyebrow. “So what?”

“That means you have to sit next to your Uncle during Dinner,” Ben explained. “If you’re really lucky there might be another Monster with the last name Williams, but I don’t think there is.”

Sally wailed, not one of sadness, but one of anger. “This isn’t fair!” Sally screamed. “Why Slenderman?!”

Ben put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Sally.” He murmured. “It’s not Slenderman’s choice of who becomes a Pasta and who doesn’t.” He sighed. “It’ll all turn out okay,” He said comfortingly. “Trust me.”

Sally sniffled, looking up from her hands, now covered in blood from the large gash on her forehead, which seemed to bleed endlessly. “I guess so,” She muttered a lot more unenthusiastically.

“That’s the spirit,” the slightly older boy said, nudging her shoulder softly.

The sound of cussing and footsteps sounded from the outside of the Slender mansion doors, causing Sally’s little shoulders to jump. “They’re coming!” She hissed towards Ben, her eyes flashing in warning.

“Hurry, upstairs!” The boy hissed to her. Sally took no time to dilly-daddle as she sprinted up the long set of stairs, and out of view. Ben simply dived into the TV, causing a few wires to spark as he traveled through them up to his room.

JEFF’S POV

Jeff pushed open the door, the long scowl still remaining on his face, not wavering. He glowered at the slightly taller man. “Here we are,” Jeff snarled. “Home sweet home.” At the last word, he shoved the hesitating man fully into the dark Mansion. “Where do I go?” Uncle Johnny stuttered, trying to keep his voice from cracking. Jeff had already scared him more than the monsters he talked about. Except for one thing… That his Niece, Sally was here. His vision blurred with anger at even the thought of her. A stupid little rat she was. She ruined everything. He hated her guts. Jeff’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I don’t care where you go.” Jeff sneered, pushing past him. “Stay away from me, and Sally.” He added the last part with a bit of hesitation. Without care, the young killer flopped onto the couch, nearly landing on Smile Dog, who was still sleeping soundly.

Johnny continued up the stairs, listening to every creek with alarm. This place was complete Hell. He could have been living a perfectly fine life if it wasn’t for that little Bitch. She up and told her mother everything. He scowled, not caring that the Girl was scarred for life and how she must have felt. He saw red as he thought about all the sympathy that she was getting, but his anger was calmed as he saw a flashback of him smashing her fragile skull against the concrete. A cruel and crooked smile found it’s way to his mouth. A game of Cat and Mouse, Eh?

He narrowed his cold, brown eyes.

There was only one round left.

And he was going to make sure that he won.