Snow: A Creepypasta X Reader (Re-Done)[Completed]

Chapter Eight

Mr. Jack shines a small flashlight into my eyes. He looks up at Slender.

"Well...?" Slender asks. Mr. Jack sighs heavily. I pull nervously at my scarf.

"It seems, she has taken on our features... somehow..." Mr. Jack explains. Jeff stares at my face in awe.

I space out, thinking about a time in the far past.

~

"Subject 4, please stop squirming." The doctor mutters.

I tremble in fear. The doctor sighs. He finally finishes buckling me in.

Ace looks over at me, smiling.

"It can't be worse than last time, right?" He asks. A small smile graces my lips. I nod, still trembling.

"Subject 3 and 4, prepare yourselves." The loudspeaker announces.

I brace myself. More words leave the loudspeaker.

"4's DNA is so easily manipulated, I wonder what would happen if..." The person on the loudspeaker trails off.

I look over at Ace, eyes wide in fright.

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"It... it makes s-sense..." I mutter quietly, looking at myself.

"Kid, are you alright?" Jeff asks. I look up at him.

"My DNA i-is easily m-manipulated. The s-slightest b-blood splash into m-my body c-can change it." I explain.

Jeff wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. I soon feel warm tears cover the front of my t-shirt. Mr. Jack and Slender look at Jeff in surprise.

"I'm so sorry!" Jeff sobs. He repeats the phrase constantly.

"Momma, calm down. I will be alright. It is not that bad. I'll be fine." I soothe quietly. His emotions are overwhelmingly strong.

He stands up, looking away from me. Soon, he looks back.

I smile softly.

"Sorry, kid. I tend to get a little... emotional." Jeff explains, chuckling sheepishly.

"It's f-fine mo- Jeff." I explain quietly. Jeff leaves the room, after explaining that he is going to take a nap.

"What was that, squirt?" Mr. Jack asks, an eyebrow raised.

"W-well, I think i-it has s-something to d-do with th-the small a-amount of e-emotion manipulation I-I release e-every day." I explain, quietly.

"About your DNA, (Y/N)." Slender elaborates. My eyes widen in realization.

"O-oh, uh... while I w-was w-with the d-doctors, they said s-something about i-it and I j-just remembered." I explain.

"Well, there is not much we can do other than let the process happen." Slender explains. I sigh, pushing myself off the table.

"I'm g-going t-to go r-read..." I mutter, walking out of the infirmary.

I kick back, reading another psychology textbook. I smile softly to myself.

I still haven't seen my face but, apparently it's bad. I don't really care, however. I'm hungry.

People who hide their feelings usually care the most.

I narrow my eyes.

"That's... interesting..." I mutter. I continue reading.

Too much exposure to the color red can increase stress levels, it also provokes anger and frustration.

I hum in content. Suddenly, the doors to the library are flung open and something flies through the room.

I blink twice, looking up from my book. I look back down at my notebook, taking more notes.

"(Y/N)~" A slurred voice hums. I glance up.

Clockwork stumbles over to me. A bright red blush is spread across her face.

I gulp, pushing myself to the corner of the couch. She giggles, crawling over the couch closer to me. She pushes my notes and my book off my lap and straddles me.

"(Y/N)~" She whines. I gulp.

"Y-y-yes..?" I ask, stuttering at her closeness.

She grabs my hands and presses them to her breasts. I gulp again. My face is really cold.

"I want you to touch me~" She hums. My eyes widen in surprise.

"Wh-wh-what?!" I ask in alarm. Her head dips down to my neck.

She has a tight grip on my hands. She is using her legs to pin mine down.

She licks my neck. I shiver in response, my body stiffening.

"Come on, baby...~ Relax...~" She trails off. I inhale, exhaling a shuddering breath. I growl in frustation. She pulls down my shirt to get more access to my neck and shoulders.

"H-how c-can I r-relax when y-you are s-so c-c-close?" I ask. She giggles again, biting and sucking on my neck.

I bite down on my lip, drawing blood. My body starts to get warm and my head gets fuzzy.

"P-please s-stop, M-miss C-c-clockwork..." I whimper pathetically. This is starting to really piss me off. She laughs and continues.

I narrow my eyes. I search through her emotions. She is clouded with lust. My eyes widen. I bring down her lust and instead bring up her remorse.

She backs away from me, tears slipping from her eyes. He eyes widen.

"I-I'm so sorry!" She cries. She runs off through the open doors.

I shudder, sitting there for a minute.

"Wh-what was th-that?" I ask. I gulp, sitting up. I take a few deep breaths, clearing my head.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" Mr. Jack asks, running in. I look up at him, a little dazed.

"U-uh, y-yeah. I th-think so..." I mutter. I feel blood trail down my neck. I shiver.

Mr. Jack lifts my head, looking over the wound on my neck. His face darkens.

"Who did this?" He growls sinisterly. I flinch.

"M-m-miss C-clockwork..." I explain, fiddling with the corner of my shirt. He growls, pulling something out of his pocket.

He taps it against my wound. I hiss out in pain. He sighs, sealing a bandaid over it.

I calm down, my anxiety levels shrinking.

I reach down and pick up my book, along with my notes.

"I'll be back in a minute..." Mr. Jack mutters, leaving.

Smile walks in and sits by my feet. I smile, petting his bandaged body.

I continue to take my notes, an angry hunger growing in my stomach.