Unreal Realities - Creeypypasta x Reader - Book 2

Chapter 1 - Technically, You're Nothing

"Well, y'know I was just taking a little stroll until your little Jabberwalkie suddenly knocked me out—" Another hit forced her to stop. She groaned, completely annoyed with LJ's interruptions.

"The name's (cp/n). You have an unlocked window in your basement, well, this basement." Y/n simply answered, unable to take LJ's futile efforts. She recognized the window she entered through. Yup, definitely the basement. LJ didn't buy it, Slendy knew she was telling the truth.

"What has brought you here, Child?" Slendy asked with no emotion in his voice as always.

"Well, I was in the neighborhood and I thought 'what the hell how about a surprise visit' and now I'm here." She was smacked viciously across the face, nails clawing her cheek this time.

"Lie again and you'll get another." LJ sneered. Slowly his chuckles escaped his lips.

"Another? The last time someone told me another, I didn't sleep for two days and I was smothered in whip cream—"

Another slap, a trickle of blood began to drip down Y/n's cheek due to the claw mark. "I got the memo, Ass, no need to be so diculous. Anyway, I came looking for someone. Turns out they're not here so, if you could excuse me, I'd like to leave."

"I can't allow you to go so easily." Slendy stated which caused Y/n to roll her eyes with an annoyed chuckle.

"Kill me. Go ahead. It wouldn't be the first time." Y/n stated, her voice slightly quivering at her last sentence. I don't care if people have forgotten you. If they forgot you. Don't. Fucking. Cry. I'm not!

LJ's smile and laugh deepened as he raised his blade like hand, "I'd be happy to oblige—"

Yeah, that's right. How does it feel getting cut off mid sentence?

"No. She stays." Slendy authorized. Y/n annoyingly barked, "Woof."

LJ sighed and brought his claw to her shoulder. He sliced one of the coils and cut her arm purposely in the process. Slendy teleported to the top of the stairs and opened the door to the basement. Y/n stood after uncoiling herself then followed Slendy upstairs and back under the stairs. Slendy led her to the living room where the Creepypastas waited, some angry, most nonchalant, but all curious.

Back in hell again? Doesn't seem like a good idea, even for you. Nothing's ever a good idea. Everything in life is absolutely pointless, every decision, every word— every movement you make when you wipe your own ass, I get it. I've lived enough lives to see that everything is pointless. So, maybe, maybe I can find a purpose again. I can't wait to watch this blow up in your face. Another path of depression and hate will only flow through you once more.

I'm willing to accept that. And besides, one more step won't kill me. I always come back. We'll see about that.

"(Cp/n), introduced yourself. If there's any fighting, I'm going to stick my hand straight through your fragile skulls." Slendy warned and teleported out of the living room without another word.

Y/n turned to the crowd of adolescent psycho and sociopaths with a look of absolute bore. She's met them over and over again and she's tired of it. Inefficient delinquent prudes. Absolutely no manors. Shut up. BEN approached her first. Y/n waited impatiently for his ridiculous one liner.