Why me? (creepypasta x reader)

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We stretched for a whole hour. Jeff grumbled here and there but was completely silent for the most part. I let my thoughts run as I did stretches. Stretching was a task I could do in my sleep I've been doing this since I was two. I miss swimming though, maybe they made a pool with all the new stuff in town.

"Jeff why do you care so much about the peace keepers?"

He scoffed and sat down to look at me.

"They kept things out of our way. We could kill and do whatever without being caught. But they're gone now and everything will go to shit. Whatever is out there will tair us to shreds. All of us beings, things that aren't human no matter how good or bad will die"

He's afraid. What made him so afraid?

"Your afraid of dying?"

He reacted quickly to that. Snapping his head to me and glaring.

"No!"

"Are you afraid for someone else dying?"

His glare hardened and he stood up. His aura was threatening and almost suffocating.

"Stay out of my business. You don't know what your getting into"

"Then why do you want me to help? Isn't that getting in peoples business, your business?"

He grunted and sat down. He grabbed a book and opened it up then he flipped a few pages. When he found the right one he stopped and looked at it with uncertainty. He held the book tightly before showing the page to me.

It was-

"Norabel?"

He huffed and motioned for me to look closer. People surrounded her some I knew and some I didn't. Ej was one but he seemed so small and younger. Tim was there by 'him' a mask sat at his head and a found look in his eyes. Jane had a mask on but she held the same confidence when I met her.

Jeff was there pinching some guys cheeks stretching them into a smile. A dog laid at his feet and a girl with a pink strip of hair was lunging at jeff. They all seemed relaxed and content, young and naive. Two other boy's were with Tim one was grabbing his jacket. Tim was pushing him away with his hand but I didn't see any bad intentions. A guy with a frown was looking at the two and had his hands around the other guys leg trying to pull him off of Tim.

Three little girls sat at a small table. One with a pink dress and blood dripping down her head and a teddy bear by her side. The middle one with red eyes and a blue and purple stuff animal. The one on the left had orange hair with a doll to match. All laughing and frozen in time a girl with two pigtails and a long blue dress stood over them.

A boy with blood coming from his eyes was playing on a Nintendo. A guy with red hair and yellow eyes with markings under one eye stood above him.

Jeff took the book away from me before I could see anyone else. Everything seemed happy and just good. Like nothing could trouble them all had smiles and warm eyes. Did she really have that effect on people. Did she really make you feel like air so light and giddy. Like everything you did was justified and for the greater good.

That just sounds toxic I don't want that. Are we all held down by the principal that theres a black and white? Whose fault is this, mine?

Is like I'm swimming in an ocean on a floating island. And the only inhabits are me and my self doubts. My island comes across questions that can't yet be answered. As I watch them sink trying desperately to catch anything before they go away.

But one question lingers. The one question I don't want. The one question that fills me with dread and misery. Is it my fault? Did all thos happen because I was born? Did my life cause destruction and terror? Am I confined by a fate I didn't choose?