Warning: very long intro! Enjoy!
Name: I can't remember. Age: I should be thirteen by now. Height: shorter than everyone else here. Race: what ever I am, it's so dark in here I'm sure that I'm as pale as hell now! Religion: Atheist. Problem? Get the fuck out- I don't care!
Nobody cares. After one person- one person!- says you're sick, they take you away, and then they try to kill you in here!
Here being a crazy hut. Looney house. An asylum.
Heh, not as cool as it sounds.
I used to be bullied at my first school, up to 3rd grade, for talking to myself. Not that bad.
And none of it was my fault- I try, and I try, but these voices in my head won't shut the hell up!
I transferred in the 5th grade, and made friends. A lot better! In sixth grade, my parents argued for a bit, and eventually divorced. I thought it was my fault, so I cut. And it was addictive. VERY.
And then comes the 7th grade. This is where it got ugly.
It's when bullies came back, and my friends got VERY girly. The boys were so mean, pointing me out- "Flatchest! Mustache! Chicken legs! Fatty!"
I became anorexic because of them.
One even took a pen, and drew all over my hand "emo! Emo! Emo!" All because he saw one of the scars on my arms. Some girl who liked him threw her pencil at my face, but it grazed my cheekbone. Leaving me with the ugly stitches.
Then I discovered "CreepyPasta," and "MisterBettyCrueger" on YouTube. I was in awe with amazing voices and characters- Jeff the Killer, Laughing Jack, Slederman, Sally, Ticci Toby- and believe it or not, but I could relate to some, so I fell in love.
I used to be afraid at night, but sucked it up and tried to summon a few. Nothing happened, but I woke up with a strand of hair gone when I tried to summon Jeff.
I told my last friends, who told their moms, who told mine, so she checks it out. She looks up on Google Images "Jeff the Killer" and screamed.
I don't see why, he IS beautiful, when you hear his story, of course.
The she looks up BEN Drowned, and saw on my history that I tried to summon both of them. She screamed at me and called me possessed, and took me to doctors, pastors, churches, who tried to "silent" the voices I whined about when I was younger.
The best we got to was music distracting me from them. I don't like them, or doctors, but it helps me cheat on exams, and keeps me company at times.
But now I just sit in silence. Because the school counselor said I had a "troubled" mind, so they sent me to an inescapable asylum surrounded by a forest.
This is a jail where they experiment on the prisoners. NOT a hospital. My cell neighbor, Michael, I talked to was my age, and he knew all of my favorite CreepyPasta characters, so we talked through a rusty air vent. He also has the same "disorder" as I do, so we distract each other, and talk at lunch.
Then he told me there was a growl in his padded cell, and I could hear it. He cried, and so did I that night, and the growl occurred each night. But I know I went insane after a month of it, as soon as he said, "I can't take it anymore. I don't know WHAT that thing is! I'm leaving- and don't you DARE come with me!"
The next morning, I woke to a howl, and a gurgling noise. "Doctors" and nurses rushed by into Mike's cell, and found him dead from choking himself. I looked through the vent and saw an exact image of Smile Dog, and it moved. Grinning at me. In reality. CreepyPastas are real- that means I could summon one- hopefully it can kill me! I don't have to live here anymore!
And now we're here. I saw Slenderman in the window of the cafeteria, and waved at him. He waved back, but went away when people looked at where I was looking. Now I'm in a strait jacket. Rolling around hopelessly. Smooth. Just perfect -.-
Nothing lighted the dark room, but I knew it was night. I'm in a padded cell now instead of the concrete one from a month ago.
And there is breathing, echoing off the walls, and it wasn't mine.
"Child..." A thousand voices almost give me a heart attack.
"Look at the door. Do you see me?" The same...thing...spoke again. I squint to look at the door two yards away, and saw a dark, slender, tall shadow with tentacles spurting out.
"Y-Yes.." My voice was horse from not speaking in so long. Ever since Mike died.
"Come with me..." I felt tentacles all around the jacket, and it drops to the floor, buckles jingling.
"S-Slenderman?" I stood up carefully. Right now the voices are screaming, "run! Kill me! Now! Go away! Stop it!" None of it made since. Do I run, or obey?
I felt my legs wobble, and I black out.
My head rested on something soft and the scent of uncut, wet grass filled my nose. My eyes creak open to meet stars and tree canopies.
"Helloooo, my little Emo-Cupcake!~" a childish voice sang. I open my eyes and turn to the right, where it came from.
Pale skin, black and cropped hair, white hoody, and carved-in smile.
Jeff Keetan. Jeff the Killer. Lying on his side with his head on his arms dreamily.
"Woah...hey!" I blinked a few times and sat up smiling.
"Y-You're...J-Jeff the Killer right? Is this a prank?" My brow knits together.
He sat up and shook his head, "No, I'm sure I'm not an obsessive cosplayer." He chuckled grinning wider. His voice cracked a bit as he talked, just like how MBC mocks!
"So you're one of my Little Smiles~" he sang again and I was pulled into a tight embrace against a firm chest. I grin and giggle when he started it play in my hair. Then I pull back.
"Wait, so when I tried to summon you, did you cut my hair?" I chuckled.
"Yep!" He smiled.
"What the hell?" I laughed. He shrugged.
"But you summoned BEN," he paused, "the Rake," he spat with venom, "and Laughing Jack the same night. Are you missing anything else?" His smile slimmed into a smirk. I gasped. Last time I played Majora's Mask my game was deleted.
Then I pull up the paper hospital shirt, and there was a diagonal stitches up wound in my side.
My kidney. Awesome!
"The others...they're r-real too?"
"I dunno..." He stood up and held his hand out for me, "look around~"
I took his hand and he yanked me up, and did as he told. All hiding amongst the trees and saw all the CPs who lived with Slenderman in every fanfiction- some missing. More specific, Jane. Good. I don't like her, surprisingly. Her story's too "real" to be a CreepyPasta (haha).
Wait...I'm surrounded by CreepyPastas. BEN, Laughing Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Slenderman, Sally, and even Ticci Tobi!
"Heeeey, Kiddo! Nice to see you again~" Laughing Jack hummed, waving childishly, walking into the opening.
"Hello, "bloo9"..." BEN chuckled, floating over. My Minecraft name? Why?!
"U-Uhm...if I'm about to d-die right now, then I would just like to say..." Jeff's smile dropped at the corners, "it was an honor to see and meet you all. I am sorry that my mother doubted you." The Jeff, Jack, and BEN bust up laughing, Toby and the proxy twins' shoulders shook, and Slender had a light chuckle. Sally giggled and his behind Jack, smiling behind his leg.
Slenderman teleports feet away from me, and bends down half of his height (about 6 feet) and cocks his head at me. By now I was pinching, scratching, biting my hand to see if I were dreaming.
"Crazy! Slut! Stupid! Fake!" The voices echo.
"Child, vhy vould ve hurt vone of our- vhat zhe hell are you doing?" He grasps my shoulders with his long, thin hands.
I look back up to him, eyes wide to the limit.
"Kid?" Jeff walked a bit closer, towering over me.
"They're telling me it itsn't real, so I'm checking."
"Oh, I see..." Slenderman placed his hands on my head. I watched him, and the spheres that replaced his eyes narrowed. He stood straight again.
"Interesting." I just realized all those voices that he spoke with were gone. Now he sounds like Germany from Hetalia!
"W-w-what is it?" Toby twitched a few times.
"Something similar to what you have, Toby." He turned in that direction.
"The t-t-tics? That's awful!"
"No, you dumbass, she's got voices!" BEN poofed next to Toby and poked his head.
"Oh. That sucks." Toby turns back at me, grinning sheepishly. I nod, feeling migraine coming on.
Then I poke Jeff.
"So you all are real? For real?" I kept poking, expecting some kind of a robot or fanboy underneath. He grabbed my wrist. His skin IS leathery, just like the fanfictions!
"Yea, I think we made that clear minutes ago." He chuckled and let go. I gasp again.
"Oh my fucking god! Thank you so much!" I didn't know what I was doing and giggled uncontrollably, and basically glompped Jeff. Then BEN, then Sally and Jack.
"Ehhehe...for what, miss?" Sally asked me nervously.
"Because now I know I'm NOT crazy!"
Everyone laughed again.
"No..." BEN pops up behind me and I fell on the ground and looked up at him questionably.
"You're crazy as hell...but we're crazy with you."
"Eh...fair enough." I grin.
Hi! Thanks for reading! Should I keep going? This chapter was long but I went overboard, since I had this idea for ages lol.