creepypasta x reader

21. shopping and baking and decorating, oh my!

( a/n: hey guys!! i actually have created my own creepypasta oc and i was thinking of adding him to the story... highly unlikely, especially because of how far the story is in, but maybe!! i'll describe him and his backstory and you guys can take a vote on it <3

so basically he's a real edgy boi. his name is xavier daniels or "the rabid animal" and his backstory goes as follows:
after his father passed away in a car accident, his mother developed severe anxiety and depression and proceeded to lock xavier up by himself and only face him to give him small bits of food or to scream and hit him (she used him as an outlet to let out her anger). he never had any other human contact besides his mother hurting him, so he's impulsive and acts kinda like a rabid animal?? he escaped at age 14 after killing his mother by suffocating her and stomping on her neck. he gave himself a hair cut by chopping at his hair with a pair of scissors (since he's never had a haircut before) and ran off in the only pair of boxers that his mom let him wear. a passerby found him in the woods and he promptly killed them as well after they tried to help him. he proceeded to live in the woods until age 15, and had began killing and eating stray pets (cats, dogs, anything he could get his hands on). he's about 18 or 19 now, no one has kept track of his age, but he occasionally kills and eats people unfortunate enough to stumble upon him. his main way of killing is suffocation or body mutilation using his teeth and sharp nails.

xavier's got choppy greyish brown hair that goes to about the nape of his neck. he's pale and has bruises and scratches all over, and his eyes are wide and brown. his body is tall and lean, and he isn't that strong. he relies on the element of surprise to kill his victims. xavier wears a large yellow hoodie with rips in the sleeves and collar, and the pattern on it has white grids. his other clothes are muddy blue jeans and worn out hiking boots. he stole his clothes from victims and used their wallets to buy himself other things like water and candy.

he is not nice at all, he's real twitchy and impulsive and has a hard time trusting people. he has panic attacks when people raise their voices and he flinches heavily when people make any sudden movement in his direction. xavier has severe ptsd from the abuse and often has nightmares about his mom catching him and hurting him again. other than that, he's actually really understanding and tries his hardest to be a better person to others than his mother was.)

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( y/n's pov )
The few hours I was awake after Slender announced that Christmas was to be celebrated were hectic. People running around, asking others what they want for Christmas, making plans to go shopping for presents, decorations, and cookie ingredients. Someone along the way even turned on their radio to the Christmas station. It felt really, really nice to be happy during the holiday time again. I don't think I'll ever be able to put how grateful I am to them in words.

Now, it's around 7am. Toby, Jeff, BEN, Candy, Helen, and Puppeteer are all going shopping with me to pick up gifts, decorations, and baking supplies.

I tie my shoes quickly and jog back upstairs to brush my teeth and put my hair into a messy bun. After doing my hair and making sure I look and smell good, I rush back downstairs and wait by the door for the rest of the 'pastas coming to the store to join me. The first to be ready is Puppeteer, who looks a lot more human that he usually does. He grins and adjusts the beanie on top of his head.

"Are you excited to go shopping, my dear?" he asks, crossing his arms. I nod my head excitedly and shift from foot to foot.

"Yes! I haven't gone Christmas shopping in, like, forever." We both laugh.

The rest of them all come down in one big group, chatting amiably to each other about various Christmas festivities. I wave to them and set my hand on the door knob rather dramatically.
"Come on, you guys! I've been waiting," I tease, turning the door handle and opening the door.