If I Was To Join Them

Chapter 7

Ch. 7

*~<2 weeks later>~*

"Will it hurt?"

"It might just a little, just lay down," Jeff tells me. I do as I'm told.

I know what your thinking. "What is this? What are you and Jeff doing?" Don't worry, I'm being turned into a CreepyPasta. All I have to do is share the blood of one, and as it turns out, I'm terrified of slashing myself. Or being slashed. I know why all my victims scream now when I slash their stomachs.

He gently grabs my hand and slides the blade over it. I try to hide the fear, but it shows as soon as I see the blood pooling in my hand. My eyes grow wide with fear. I stare at my hand as the pain intensifies unbearably.

Jeff slits his hand and places the open wound over mine. I feel his blood rush through me, mixing with mine easily. He stares at my face, no emotion apparent. He gets up, wound facing up, and walks into the bathroom. I stay still, not wanting to move my hand. He comes back with bandages and starts wrapping up my hand.

I notice his hand is also bandaged, a crimson stain poking through.

"Does that hurt?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but I like the pain. I've felt ten times worse."

I think back to when I read his story. I never thought something like that could be real. Well, not to someone who seemed so nice. If they were still alive, I would kill them.

Jeff stands and leaves the room, confusing me. He tells me how to become a CreepyPasta, offers to do it himself, does that, then walks out? How confusing is that?

Well, I guess I'm a CreepyPasta now.

"Knock knock," I hear Ben say. He is like my best friend. (To girls-->) Ever had a best friend that was a guy, then you start falling for him? That's sorta what's happening. But I know it will never happen because Ben and Sally seem to be, well, in love. It sorta hurts to see them flirting at each other.

"Who's there?" I say, trying to joke around.

"Ben."

"Ben who?"

"Ben Drowned, what other Ben do you know?"

I sigh, but say nothing to hint to the fact I was joking around. He sits beside me.

"How do you feel?" he asks me.

"Like a boss. I mean, Jeff seems to be mad at me still, but, other than that, I feel like eating pizza and watching TV. You?"

"That was descriptive. But, yeah, I'm fine," he responds. I smile.

I stand up and walk into the living room with Ben following me. I look around at my family. After I started living here, more people started living here. Or, they always have lived here, but they were on killing sprees. Like, month long killing sprees.

Those who moved in include: Masky, Hoody, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby, Lost Silver, Glitchy Red, Strangled Red, and the Rake.

So, now more people are here. And, might I add, some more people I have crushes on. Hoody and Lost Silver. They're so cute!

I sit on the couch beside Hoody, only because there is no where else to sit. Ben stares at the couch, then sits on the floor next to me. I notice Jeff isn't present, nowhere in sight. He must be in his room.

"So, umm, K-katie was it?" Hoody stammers.

"Yup. I'm Katie."

"Do you even k-kill people?" Ha! Do I kill people? He doesn't even know.

"Yup. I love to bathe in the blood of my enemies. You?" I joke.

"I don't b-bathe in their b-blood, but... Yeah, I k-kill people. I was j-just w-wondering."

"Speaking of killing, I think I will go slit some jugulars. Anyone want to come with?" I say. Everyone stares at me, I guess their confused.

"No?" I continue.

"Sure," Hoody says. I smile, wondering who else will chime in. Everyone looks at the TV, not wanting to kill with me. I feel a little insulted.

I start towards the door when Jeff takes my place on the couch. He watches us go, glaring at me for whatever reason. We make it out of the house full if psychotics, and I look at the beautiful, dark blue sky full of stars ((I see what I did there)). Hoody stares at me, I don't know why though.

"Why are you starring at me?" I ask him.

"Umm, I-I was, umm, w-wondering w-what you were d-doing. S-sorry," he whispers. I can tell he doesn't talk much. I look away from the sky and walk towards the city.

I look at the power poll and see a picture of me that states "Have You Seen Me?" I rip it down and crumble it up, putting it in my pocket. Hoody watches my every move, glowing red eyes never leaving me. I mentally sigh, feeling annoyed.

"You're watching me. Could you stop?" I say, looking at him.

"S-sorry, again."

I continue to walk, hood up, watching my surroundings. It's been 2 weeks since I last was out, ever since the incident with my old teacher. Never again will I go into an alleyway.

I look at a house with no lights on and realize its my neighbors house. I wonder what would happen if a string of crimes happened around my old house, but not at my old house.

I go in and look at the poorly decorated room. I look around for any sign of a room, and see stairs. I slowly walk up them, making no sound, when I remember Hoody. I look behind me to see him slowly following me. I turn back and resist the shiver that wants to rack my body, all because I seen him following me.

I look down the hall to see the master bedroom on my right and the 2 smaller bedrooms on my left. I go into the nearest smaller bedroom and point down the hall while looking at Hoody. He gets the picture, then goes towards the other room. I softly close the door behind me as I tiptoe towards the small child in the bed. His name is Charlie, I figured this out when I first moved in. He was outside when our car pulled into our driveway and mom told me to go play with the 7 year old. I didn't want to.

I reach him and stare at him for a while. Then, I blow in his face and roll under his bed. I have a good feeling about being a CreepyPasta.

I hear the bed squeak as if he's sitting up, then silence.

"Is anyone there?" I hear the child say, fear prominent in his voice. I smirk.

"Is anyone there?" I mimic perfectly. My voice sounded like the boys, scared and high pitched and young and, well, his voice. I feel like my CP powers are mimicking. They could be better.

"Umm, leave me alone!" the terrified boy says. I almost laugh at the pathetic boy, the boy that I watched playing Legends of Zelda about 3 weeks ago. Then I met Ben, and I think Ben is way cooler than Link.

"Umm, how about no," I say as I roll back out and pounce on him. He writhes underneath me, trying to escape.

"HE-" he screams until I place my hand on his mouth. He tries screaming more but I muffle it with my hand. I take out my knife with my free hand and poke it at the bottom of his head. His eyes fill with tears. I push it through, piercing the soft skin easily. He starts crying worse, making me almost laugh. I pull it back out and slash through his stomach. He stares at it as I do, then he goes limp.

Dang it, I wanted to prolong that.

I get up and wipe my knife off with the bed sheets. I turn to see Hoody staring at me, leaning against the door frame. He wears a tiny smile, one I never thought I'd see from him. I look at his clothes to see blood all over him. I look at myself and see a similar image.

"Cool," is all he says. We walk out of the house and back towards the cabin.

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