The Pastas

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"Mom, why don't you talk about my father?" I asked trying to hid the nail that i found cutting myself with it. " Er... or yourself for that matter. I don't even know his name. I don't who I am, who you really are, or who "he" is. Why don't you tell me anything? Why can't you tell me anything?"

"You will learn in dear time. You-"

"And you talk like, like that. I don't understand what you are saying most of the time, though you barely talk. What are you even talking about? Are you even real? Are you even my mother?"

ALERT! ALERT! LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS! CODE WHITE! I REPEAT CODE CODE WHITE!

"What is this? what's happening? Wait, this is my chance. I've got to get out of here while I still can." I started to run to the door, but before I got there the door opened slightly. As I saw the door open, I saw them, and I fell back onto the cot. What I saw shocked me. I saw them... I know about them and watch them from on the internet, well the six hours I get a week, but when I watched them and they didn't much freak me out, since I am in the insane asylum for whatever I forgot, but I didn't think they were real, but just a part of an imagination. But they were and they are- The Creepypastas. At the door were five of them, Jeff, Ben, Eyeless Jack,Rake, and Smile. Though only two usually smile, they all were smiling as they moved closer, closer to me.

Then Ben said "We found you." They grabbed me and we somehow teleported, teleported to the woods. right infront of a mansion...

Slender Mansion.

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