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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Heart Of Gold

Pairing: John Shelby x Female!Reader, Polly + Female!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,896

Summary: Polly cares for Y/n in private, feeling sympathy for the woman left with her five year old boy and no money or food, but John stumbles in on one of their meetings and can’t help but be nosy.

Note: So! I won’t be active this weekend, hopefully I upload a couple fics to my que beforehand (I’m planning on it, but I can’t promise anything). also, pardon my shock of just now discovering that fridges have existed since like 1805, and my odd hysteria over the word count... John was born in 1895 lmao

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

“Polly!” The little boy, knots and tangles in his beautiful h/c hair, ran to the woman and giggled as she lifted him up. She held him on her hip, walking to Y/n and giving her a side-hug.

“It’s nice to see you too, Jonas.” Polly smirked at Jonas. His appearance was rather “rich-looking” despite him being nowhere near such. The truth was, ever since the Peaky Blinders had been making tons and tons of money, Polly had been helping Y/n and Jonas.

When she first met them, she had just bought herself a gorgeous gown. She remembered stumbling upon the little boy, his mother chasing after him. Halting in place, she began chuckling to herself as the boy flashed her a smile, his two front teeth nowhere to be found.

Polly took them in. Sneaking them into the house when the rest of the family had left, buying them clothes, teaching Y/n stuff like baking- cooking- sewing- really anything that could help her and Jonas. She felt like she was a mother all over again, only this time, to a woman and the woman’s son.

But, hey, she wasn’t one to complain.

“His teeth are growing back in. Soon, he will be a big boy, isn’t that right Jojo?” He nodded in response. Jonas opened his mouth and tapped his gums, where, sure enough, two tiny teeth were poking out- slightly visible but not that much. Polly rubbed his cheek, pinching slightly, and kissed the opposite one.

“When I’m a big boy, I get to help!”

The women laughed with adoration and intrigue. “How so, little Jojo?”

“Well...I can protect mommy. That’s what big boys do, especially the big-big boys- they fight in wars against other big-big boys.”

He had a great amount of bravery and an equal, possibly even greater, amount of imagination to balance it out. Having never known his father, Jonas took it as his sworn duty to care for and protect his mother. And while Y/n found amusement in her mini knight in shining armor, she felt insecure in her parenting skills; if he were to make it his duty to protect her, thus taking what she felt her was job as a mother, what would she do?

Polly had been their savior and somewhat-Y/n’s-counselor. In summary, Pol had known how Y/n felt about her little boy’s confidence, many worries consisting of his safety, her insecurities, and how their relationship would turn out as he grew older.

“That’s right. However, little one, your mummy would like to protect you until you’re old enough to protect her and yourself.” Polly brushed his hair from his eyes. She studied his small face for any negative reactions before continuing, “Is that alright with you?”

He thought for a moment and brought his finger to his lips. As he furrowed his brows and scrunched his face, his baby-fat clung to his cheeks and made his expression look more cute than intimidating. “I guess... But I can still protect her...right?”

“You can protect each other.”

“Hooray!” Jonas’ arms flung into the air whilst he began to celebrate.

“Alright, aright, Mr. Hero. It’s time for your bath.” Y/n traded the set of clothes and a small-ish towel to Polly in exchange for her son. She kept him busy as Pol started the boy a bath.

It was a regular routine. Twice a week they’d come in to bathe, eat, get some homeschooling done, and just have some social interaction time with someone they both knew and were actually comfortable with.

They put him into the tub and allowed him some time to play. Polly looked at her pocket-watch, noting the time it had been when he’d got in, and made sure to check ever now and then for when he would be required to start the actual bathing process.

“You can take a nice, long, bath after, dear.” Polly had never been subtle about her observation-skills, and today was no different; she waited until the tea was done before continuing to talk, pouring two cups of tea and a cup of milk. She set a cup of tea in front of Y/n and the cup of milk in front of the seat next to her. The third teacup was in her hands as she sipped it slowly.

“Pardon?”

“You’re stressed. You’ve got bags under your eyes, Jojo has way to much energy to be normal, you can hardly keep up with him, not to mention- the way you looked at that hot water...”

“It’s fine... I-”

“No.” Polly set her cup down, “It’s not ‘fine’, Y/n. You’re stressed. That’s normal for a parent. You just need some time to relax. I know you usually just wash your hair and body- but please; take advantage of this. Take advantage of it, for once.”

Y/n laughed for a second, but stopped when she realized Polly had been serious. “W-what do you mean?”

“Stay in that tub. Wash yourself before or after- I don’t care. Just stay in it, relax in the warm water, close your eyes if you’d like, anything as long as you relax and stay in the tub.”

“I’m ready!” Jojo’s high-pitched voice rang from the other room, catching both adult’s attention.

Polly downed the rest of her tea and stood up, pushing her chair in. She didn’t leave without giving Y/n a kind smile that disguised the pensiveness in her eyes and voice. “Think about what I said.”

Eight or more minutes later, Polly had returned to the kitchen. Jojo sat on her hip, clad in only his little undershorts and equally as small wife-beater. Aside from clothing, he also wore his towel- which lied over his shoulders as he shivered.

Before Y/n could stand up to grab her son, Polly put her arm out, “Bath. Now. Before I set Jojo down and force you in there myself.” She knew Pol was joking, but she also knew how serious she was.

So she obliged, walking into the room and stripping down before stepping into the tub slowly and sinking into the hot water. It wasn’t too hot, nor was it too warm or cold- it was just perfect. If only she’d listened to Polly about everything- it had been less than ten minutes, and she was already drifting away.

Although her eyes were clenched shut and her body and breathing acted as if her brain had commanded the REM cycle to start, she was wide awake. ‘How silly I must look,’ she thought to herself, ‘A woman who’s never relaxed in her life? No wonder Polly can see right through me.’

The feeling of comfort, given to her by the noises of Jonas and Polly’s laughter as Pol found a way to make getting dressed all the more fun, held her down into the tub and prevented her from leaving, glad that Jojo was safe and having a good time.

Polly poked her head in the door, “I’m going to take Jojo to buy a new toy.” Y/n opened her mouth to object, telling Polly she didn’t have too, but the woman held up a hand and cut her off, “I’m aware that it is unnecessary, but he’s been well behaved for every visit, so I figured he earned it. We’ll be back shortly, I promise.”

She hesitated but nodded and yelled a goodbye to the two, sinking lower into the warmth of the water and shutting her eyes again. Minutes had gone by, the only sound being her fingers skimming through and under the water and the soft breaths that escaped her mouth.

However, the state of solitude had been shoved aside when the door opened and footsteps paced to the kitchen.

Y/n sat up and opened her eyes. She waited for a sign that Jojo or Polly were headed towards the bathroom, perhaps to retrieve or check on her, but nothing came. Slowly and carefully, Y/n stood up and stepped out of the tub, wrapping her towel around her torso and walking out of the room.

“I know you said you’d be back shortly, but I didn’t think you meant that short-” she had been expecting Polly and Jonas, coming back with more toys than they’d originally left for, but was greeted by a man’s backside as he dug through Polly’s refrigerator. He pulled away from it, a bottle in hand and a smile upon his face, and turned towards Y/n. His smile faded as he looked her up and down.

He gulped before speaking, quite obviously affected by her appearance. “Who’re you-”

“I could ask you the same thing! What are you doing here?”

“This is my home!”

Polly had never told her of any men residing in the home, “If you’re lying to me, you’d better say so now.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lying!” The man looked almost offended, “I live here! Now, please, inform me and why you, from what I can see, are using my tub?”

“For your information, not that you need- let alone, deserve- to know, I was told to relax.”

“Deserve?” A scoff tumbled from his mouth, “Well- not in my bloody house! Go home! Go ‘relax’ in your own fuckin’ bath!” He ran his hand down his face and began to drink from his bottle, but whispered to himself before his lips met the cold lining of the top. “Jesus...”

“Ah, I see you two’ve met.” Polly commented from the doorway, “John, this is Y/n. Y/n, John. He’s my nephew.”

“I thought I was your nephew-” John’s eyes darted down beside Pol, a bit of shock in his system when they found a little boy standing next to her- the spitting image of the woman he’d just met.

“No, love, you’re my pretend nephew. Like a god mother, but an aunt instead.”

“Shit- I’m so sorry-”

“No...There’s no need for apologies. I can imagine how surprising it is to find a stranger half-nude in your home.” She chewed on the inside of her mouth nervously and presented her hand for him to shake. “Y/n L/n. That monster over there is my little boy, Jojo.” Almost ending the introduction there, she realized what she’d missed and rushed to talk before he could. “His actual name is Jonas L/n.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n and Jojo. My name is John Shelby.” John observed Y/n, and as he did so- he swore his heart did a backflip. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” It was like he broke character; his voice softening and his eyes narrowing, a small grin pulling at his lips when Y/n let out a nervous chuckle and averted her eyes. He forgot that they weren’t the only people present.

“So I take it they can continue to visit- only now, they may while you and the others are present?”

John nodded, still not fully focused on anything except for the woman, whom he could’ve sworn was a literal angel, in front of him. Had it not been for his aunt’s kind heart, he would’ve never met the woman who managed to steal his heart upon their first, and very unplanned, meeting.

Due to his trance-like-state, it had taken him a minute or two to process what his aunt said, but by then, Y/n was back in the bathroom- likely getting dressed- and Jojo had followed Polly to the family room.

“Wait- continue?”

#john shelby #joe cole #joseph cole #peaky blinders #john shelby x reader #joe cole x reader #joseph cole x reader #peaky blinders x reader #polly gray #peaky blinders reader insert #peaky blinders imagine #x reader #reader insert #imagine #all readers #zodiyack #might make this a series tbh

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internethorrorfan · 6 years ago

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Commentarypasta: Childhood parts 1, 2 and 3 (originally posted on Deviantart in 2017)

The first was story was pretty bad, wasn't it? But at least it was short. We won't be so lucky this time, boils and ghouls. I don't know if I'm doing the whole thing but there'll be at least 2 or 3 parts of this. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story... Childhood by Miss Megaheart Prologue: You are a pig! A filthy, disgusting, horrendously fat pig!”

“Says the woman who gave birth to that disgusting thing that people expect us to love!” Why'd you even carry it to term?

"Is it my fault she’s that terrible? Have you forgotten that she is a combination of the two of us? She is ugly, stupid, and disgusting because she’s your kid too!”

“Shut up! She can hear us!”

“She’s just a dumb kid! She doesn’t understand what our words mean!” Spoilers: She really shouldn't but she does anyway because this story is stupid.

They were wrong. Entirely wrong. You Oh this an X reader by the way. I think you can figure out my opinion on such stories based on the "Anti Creepypasta X Reader" stamp on my profile. But if you want an elaboration: I think almost all X reader characters are either too specific to for someone (aka me) to fully insert themselves into and/or aren't specific enough for people to care about them otherwise. From now on all unnamed/ x reader characters in stories I riff are referred to as "Mary Sue". For obvious reasons. heard every single word and, despite your young age, you knew exactly what it meant. Spoilers: Absolutely no you did not. Though they usually seemed so nice and caring to you, when you weren’t with them, they would say the meanest things. And you don't tell people about this because...? In case you don’t know who “they” are, I’ll tell you. Oh I know who They are. Really bland and forgettable. Your parents. Yes, that’s right, it was your parents who screamed their hatred for you loud enough to reach your room. Well who the hell else would they be? Every night, you would lay in bed, listening to their ranting about how much they hated you while you silently cried yourself to sleep. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIIN! It had been like this since your third birthday, which was only a few months ago. I'm sorry, what? She's only 3 years old and she's able to comprehend all this crap? We're a paragraph into "Childhood" and I 'm already regretting my life decisions. If only I wasn't being held at gunpoint to riff bad creepypastas on the internet... You never knew why they hated you, Because having things like "character motivations" is something good writers would do. only that you knew they did. But, sadly, you had no choice but to absorb the hate and love them. No. They were your only family and, well, any family is better than no family. Right? It is literally impossible for a 3 year old to be thinking like this. Plus, while 3 year olds are stupid, they aren't stupid enough to think their parents being abusive is normal. Little Sue here should be scared of her parents because they yell all the time, not be ignoring it and acting like nothing is wrong and that they're a normal happy loving family. And does adoption not exist in this universe? Soon, the yelling stopped and the house went silent. You yawned and went to sleep, one last tear falling down your face. THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL! ~Timeskip to the next morning. “Hey mama? Where are we going?” “We’re going for a walk in the forest sweetie.” “Okay mama.” Mary Sue knows her parents despise her, she shouldn't be acting so cordial around them! Your dad was driving the car on a beaten dirt road. This should have the beginning of the paragraph. Also why didn't Sue ask them where they were going before they got in the car? Occasionally, you’d hit a few bumps which made you bounce in your seat. I'm sure this is a completely necessary detail. There was nothing but forests, flowers, bushes, and other forms of nature for miles and miles and miles. The first miles was enough, thank you. Plus "forests, flowers, bushes and other forms of nature"? This is one of the most redundant sentences I've ever read. You held tightly to the family scrapbook your parents were working on since you were born Why in God's name would your parents ever bother making a family scrapbook if they hate each other and you? and your (animal) plush. You were getting bored and wanted to go back home, Back home to the endless shrieking of your parents about how they literally wished you were never born. but you were far away from any civilization and in a moving car, Thanks for telling me she was in a moving car, I thought she was in an alien spacecraft the whole time. so therefore, you had to sit. After a few minutes, "After a few minutes" from what? Since you left the house? Because if it's only been a few minutes Mary Sue shouldn't be this bored and they shouldn't be "far away from any civilization" unless they were already out in the middle of nowhere. the car finally stopped in front of a path. Your parents got out of the car and opened your door. Chapter 1:

“(Y/N), do you have all your stuff?” Who said that?

You nodded your head as you grabbed your stuffie It was a plush a few sentences ago. What's the significance of the stuffed animal/plushy anyway? To make her more "KAWAII DESU OMG!"? and scrapbook Why does she need to bring the scrapbook? Does the scrapbook serve any kind of narrative purpose? and followed your parents into the forest. There were all sorts of wildlife and nature. Nature: "the phenomena of the physical world collectively, including plants, animals, the landscape, and other features and products of the earth, as opposed to humans or human creations". Saying "there were all sorts of wildlife and nature" is like saying there were all sorts of people and humans. It was the type of forest you’d see in a fairy tale or Disney movie. It was very pretty. I got that it was pretty when you compared it to fairy tales and Disney movies! Soon, your little legs began to get sore from all the walking How long have you been walking? because you’re only 3. Then act like a three year old and not like someone in middle school. Lucky for you, there was a nice spot for you to sit down. A flat, large rock to lean on and an oak tree to keep you shady right next to it. You literally could have just said there was a large rock to sit down on. Nearby was a bush with little round red berries. As opposed to triangular berries. Your dad stood in front of you as you sat down. “Now (Y/N), stay here while mama and daddy go get some smacks PROOFREAD. from a store. If you get hungry and you eat all of your (fave meat) you can eat some of those berries.” He pointed to the bush and you nodded your head. He handed you a bag with a few cookies, Why did he give you cookies if he wants you to eat those berries after you finish your meat? a bottle of (fave juice), and some (fave meat) in a container. They already gave her some meat to eat and they're telling her they're gonna get snacks from the store! How much food does this kid eat? Why are they even giving you food at all if they hate you? You smiled at him They hate you and you know that! as he and your mother walked down the path. “Buh bye!” you cooed cheerfully. This one sentence is pretty much the only time 3 year old Sue acts like a 3 year old. Still, she shouldn't be this happy, loving and comfortable around people who yell and scream all the time, especially since she's the smartest toddler ever and completely understands everything around her including her parents hating her and wishing she were never even born.

~Parents POV~

“We finally did it. We finally abandoned the brat.” Why didn't you put Mary Sue up for adoption right after she was born? Gee, it's almost like these are 1 dimensional caricatures of abusive parents thrown into the story for the sole purpose of trying to make our main character more sympathetic or something. “Yes! Plus she’s so far in the woods no one will find her!” “It was genius to tell her to eat those poisoned berries!” Why did you give her extra food to eat then? And why'd you tell her to eat it last? Just give her the poisoned berries right off the bat and tell her to eat them. Or just shove them down her throat if you're gonna kill her. Your parents continued gloating about how you were finally out of their lives forever as they started the car engine. Right before finding puppies to kick and orphans to eat, I imagine. Your dad took the wheel as they steered out of the forest…Leaving you behind… Really? I couldn't have figured that out myself! Chapter 2: You started to get a little scared now. Your parents left when the sun was high in the sky, also called noon. Just say they left at noon! The sun was starting to go down now, making it darker and eerie shadows distort, "Making it darker and eerie shadows distort"? Did that make sense to you when you wrote this? almost like they wanted to claw at you. You had just finished all the food in your bag except for the (fave meat) So you're full and you have something to eat for later? Why are you treating this as if it were a bad thing? and you only had a little bit of (fave juice) left. That’s when it hit you hard. The truth you found started to make you cry. Most 3 year olds are still working on learning their colors and shapes and "Childhood" would have you believe they have the same intellectual levels as 5-8 year olds. The truth is… Nirvana is a vastly overrated band. Your parents aren’t coming back. Tense swaps! Hooray! They abandoned you completely. Yeah, I got that. You heard a rustling in a bush and you turned your tear stained face in the direction of the rustling. A strange thing came slowly towards you and stared. It had pale skin and had long claws. It had sharp teeth and it was the size of you, because you are a 3 year old kid who was abandoned by her family. If anyone knows what this sentence is supposed to mean I'd be glad to hear it because I sure as hell don't. It didn’t scare you though. You didn’t know why, but you just weren’t. A pale skinned monster with glowing eyes, sharp teeth and long claws doesn't scare you but being alone for a few hours does? “I… Am… The… Rake…” the strange thing said as it studied your frail body, like how an owl might look at a mouse. What the hell kind of simile is this? Do owls commonly eat mice? You sniffled before you told “Rake” your name. You assumed that you weren’t scared because you were too sad to be scared. I'm seriously having trouble fathoming how someone at some point could think "too sad to be scared" was not only an actual possible thing but also something good enough to put in their story. “So… Hungry…” Rake said as he stepped closer to you. You peered into the bag and grabbed the (fave meat) container. You opened it and put it in front of him. Just because you're not scared of someone doesn't mean you like/trust them! Sue couldn't trust her parents so why would she trust a literal monster the first time she lays eyes on him? He looked at it, then back at you, then back to the meat. He took a small bite, testing the taste, followed by viciously chewing, mauling, and eating the meat. Using three synonyms for the same thing in the same sentence does not a good writer make. You watched him, unsure if you should stay with him You have no reason too. or run away and try to find a way home. You chose to stay, hoping he wouldn’t hurt you. Remember kids: staying with someone who might hurt or kill you is better than being alone. He licked his lips. “Thank you (Y/N). For that, I will not kill you. So giving the Rake food stops him from attacking you? Someone should tell these guys. What are you doing here anyways?” Why do you care?

“My mama and daddy left me behind.” You started crying again. "Now who's going to verbally abuse and neglect me?!?"

You stopped when your stomach growled loudly. You just finished eating! You got up and picked a handful of berries. You ate the entire handful, dropping a few. You dropping a few berries is completely pointless information. Rake was confused, About what? How this author can't tell the difference between toddlers and little kids? but after you ate the berries, he realized what you did. He screeched for you to stop, He seriously cares about the safety and wellbeing of a random toddler he met a few moments ago just because she gave him some meat for no reason? only he was too late. “THOSE WERE POISONOUS!” You looked at him, confused. “Daddy said I can eat these "The daddy that screeches his hatred and disgust of my very existence every night told me I could eat these! Why shouldn't I trust him?" berri- GACK!” You started to almost vomit and you felt your insides fill with overwhelming pain. You coughed up a puddle of blood as your breathing became gasps for oxygen. Rake started getting scared. What is it with creepypasta fanfiction and popular CP characters becoming attached to the OCs the very instant they meet them? The Rake of all characters shouldn't give one iota of a crap that some 3 year old he just met is going to die from eating poisoned berries, especially since by his own admission he was going to kill her. “Slenderman! Quick! I need your help!” he screeched. Soon after, a tall man in a suit with snow coloured skin and no face stood behind him. The man looked at the sight. A little girl She's a toddler not a little girl. , on the ground, practically dying, and Rake, panicking. I, don't, think, this, sentence, has, enough, commas, do, you?

“I’ll take her back to the mansion. You grab her stuff.” he said as he picked you up. And Slender Man cares about Mary Sue because...?

You spat up more blood while losing consciousness. Leaving everything black... Chapter 3:

While you were passed out, you dreamed of the day you questioned you mother Proofreading is not a polite suggestion! about her love. “Mama?” “Yes sweetie?” “Do you love me?” “Of course we love you!” “But you always say mean things.” 3 year olds don't even know what their ass is for and this author thinks that they can fully understand all words and their meanings with complete clarity. “It’s only about other people named (Y/N).” “Okay mama.” Literally the beginning of this story said Mary Sue could understand everything her mom and dad said and knew they despised her. This was the first draft wasn't it? You were suddenly brought back to reality. Your head was really hurting, "Really hurting"? That's seriously the best description you can come up with? along with your chest and stomach. You looked around the unfamiliar room, searching for any life. There stood the man you saw before, and Rake. Rake looked somewhat relieved, Because he just knows you so well. while you couldn’t tell how the man felt. He shouldn't feel anything at all about you.

“Is she okay Slenderman?” Neither of you should be even remotely invested in this girl's life.

“Yes she is. But she needs rest. That was a dangerous dosage of poisonous nightshade berries. Any child knows to stay away from those.” Because all children, especially toddlers, can identify poisonous nightshade berries on sight.

“Before I called for you, after eating the berries, she said her father told her that she could eat these.” The first nine words of that sentence could be completely removed and the story would have been better off for it. The man called Slenderman Just say Slender Man. would’ve had a shocked face, if he had one that is. Has Slender Man never heard of abusive parents before? You were on top of something soft, which turned out to be a bed. JUST SAY SHE WAS ON A BED! You were crying. I think I might have used "Crawling in my skin" a little too early. Not because you were scared, because you weren’t. You're a 3 year old who's been abandoned by their parents in a large unfamiliar place, you've been almost poisoned to death, and you've seen a literal monster that admitted he was going to kill you and he only refrained because you gave him something he wanted. You should be screaming and bawling your eyes out in fear and sadness. Piss off with this "I'm not scared" crap. But because you couldn’t believe your parents would let you almost die. They were literally shouting at each other for hours about how much they hated you and wished you didn't exist just last night! And you yourself said this was a regular occurrence! You shouldn't be so shocked! Also, say it with me, THREE YEAR OLDS AREN'T THAT SMART!

Because you wanted your parents to love you. They hated you and you knew that. You shouldn't know these things since you're a damn toddler, but you do, so this is even more moronic. Slenderman noticed you crying. He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped away your tears. Because Slender Man's just such a kind nurturing father figure when he's not impaling the corpses of his victims on trees.

“Now, now, young one. You may stay with us creepypastas.” WHY?!? For what possible reason would Slender Man ever want a three old to live with him? 3 year olds can barley understand the world around them, they can't bathe themselves, some need pull ups to make sure they don't soil themselves, they throw tantrums when they don't get their way, they're too short to reach anything, they can only attend to an activity for a few minutes before getting bored and they need near constant attention to make sure they don't hurt themselves because they're so stupid there are tests showing dogs might be smarter than them. Having a toddler around would benefit Slenderman in absolutely no way at all. Did the Rake convince Slenderman to let her stay by telling the harrowing story of how she give him non descript meat to eat? Slenderman said somehow, confusing you since he didn’t have a mouth. That's the part that confuses you? Not literally everything that's happened in this story? Nonetheless, you didn’t wanna stay outside, and you knew that your parents couldn’t careless Was the backspace key broken when this story was written? about what happened to you.

“O-Okay… My n-name is (Y/N)…”

“Lovely name. Almost as lovely as the forest.” I have the sudden urge to burn down every forest in sight, don't know why that could be. You heard someone come down the stairs. He looked like Slenderman, except he had a wacky Seriously out of all the words you could have chosen you chose "wacky"? bowtie and his suit was covered in colorful polkadots. He also had a top hat with the same design as his suit and he had a happy looking face. When will people figure out Splendor Man isn't a creepypasta character? The Slender Bros have even less connections to creepypasta than Masky and Hoodie do.

“Brother where is the can- AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW! Who’s this adorable little girl here?!” he squeeled as he grabbed you and hugged you. Someone's actually in-character in Childhood? Surely this is an oversight by the author.

“This is (Y/N). She was abandoned by her parents and tricked into poisonous nightshade berries.” Slenderman said as he grabbed you and sat you down in a chair. More superfluous sentences! Hooray! You looked at the new guy, All these weirdoes are new to you. who looked like he was about cry. “Who… Who… WHO COULD DO SUCH A THING TO SUCH A SWEET LITTLE GIRL!?!?!?” he cried as he clung to you. Slender Man just put her down! What, did Splendor Man just pick her up again? If so,what was the point of even saying Slender Man put her down? Everyone in the room So glad you established previously other people were in the room with them. What room are they in anyway? stared at him. “You have to stay with us. No she doesn't! Just put her up for adoption! I can’t believe they would do something like that. My name is Splendorman.” You giggled as you hugged him. “Okay Mr. Splendorman!” That was the beginning of your life with the creepypasta family. More like the beginning of the end for my sanity.

Chapter 4: Slenderman and Splendorman lead you upstairs, down the hall, and into a room on your right side. It was a bedroom. YOUR bedroom, to be exact.

You literally got just here! You can't have a bedroom specifically for you! With a bunk bed! Your parents never let you have one.

Because you’re an only child! There's no reason for you to have a bunk bed! Especially since you're only 3 years old and leaving you on a high place can be really dangerous! You giggled and climbed a ladder leading to the top bunk. Then you fell off, hurt yourself and burst into tears because you're a toddler and toddlers are stupid. Other than that, the room seemed very bland. The walls were white, the dresser was white, the bed sheets were white, and the only thing with colour was a desk that sat in the corner. It was a pale (F/C) colour. A toddler would not be this excited over a boring white room. But hey, you have a bunk bed, those are awesome. Another tense swap!

You yawned a little bit. How does one yawn "a little bit"? It was dark outside and you needed rest from eating nightshade berries and almost dying. All the meandering redundant pointless sentences in this story are really getting on my nerves.

“I’m afraid we don’t have sleepwear but do not worry! We will get them tomorrow!” Splendorman said. All she did was yawn. She didn't actually say she was sleepy. How are going to get pajamas when you're monsters? You guys can't exactly walk into a store. Slenderman did a face palm-err, head palm.(?) Figure stuff like this out before you post chapters of your story onto a public website.

“Okay. Goodnight.” you cooed as your eyes drifted shut. You're a toddler and your primary caregivers have abandoned you and tried poisoning you to death, leaving you to essentially be kidnapped and forced to live with scary monsters you know nothing about in an unfamiliar place. You should be severely traumatized by all this, be terrified and bawling your eyes out, not happily cooing and acting like nothing bad has happened.

~Timeskip to tomorrow~

You had just come home from getting you some clothes and other stuff for your room. Because 3 year olds commonly pick their own clothes and essential belongings. Earlier that day you spent learning about creepypastas Creepypastas are stories, not beings. and their names. You were also told that there were always new creepypastas coming into the mansion. You've been there for a few hours. Everyone and everything here is new to you. Such as B.O.B. Yay! B.O.B.! A lot of people forget about him. He looked like a combination of Slenderman and Rake.

B.O.B. looks nothing like Slender Man at all. But, like all of them, surprising because of how young you were, you weren’t scared a little bit. A toddler isn't scared of real monsters. A toddler. A TODDLER. “Okay now. (Y/N), we will be back in a little bit. We have to go kil-err I mean… Go for a walk.” “Okay Mr. Slenderman!” My brain is melting out of my ears and on we're on chapter 4.

When they left you decided to explore the mansion. You went into the room next to your room and it was empty. Thanks I really needed to know that. You left that room and checked the next room. It looked like another bedroom. The walls were orange with white floors. There was a black desk next to the bed with a red gem shaped light. The bed sheets were red and the pillow was orange. Lying on the bed was a stuffed animal. A fox. It had 2 tails, when you realized that this was a Miles Power, better known as Tails, plush. She went into another room and found the Tails Doll lying on a bed. I just summed up the entirety of this paragraph in one sentence. Why does the Tails Doll need his own room anyway? You loved games What toddler plays video games? And why would your parents, who constantly yelled their disgust of their very existence at you, ever let you play video games? so you instinctively grabbed the plush. Author you don't know how toddlers work. You definitely don't know how instincts work. “Aaaaw. You’re so cute. Something no three year old has ever said. Let’s go play a game!” “No. Put me down child.” Your (E/C) eyes shot open. I thought you weren't scared of anything. You looked at the stuffed fox you were just cuddling. You weren't cuddling it you were holding it. It had a red gem on its head and its eyes were open. It didn’t look amused at all. You put it back down on the bed. “I’m the Tails Doll. You must be the new child (Y/N).” You nodded your head As apposed to what, nodding your nipples? at Tails Doll. You left the room waving goodbye to the doll.

STOP. WASTING. EVERYONE'S. TIME. You went back to your room and played with your (fave animal) stuffie, Miss Fluffy. This is not relevant info in any way shape or form. ~Timeskip to 3 hours later~ “We’re home. Tails Doll, where’s (Y/N)?” “I think she’s chillin’ in her room.” "Bruh!" Slenderman peeked in your room to see you drawing pictures of some of the creepypastas. “Those are very lovely drawings. Coming from a three year old? No they aren't. I’ll put them up on the fridge.” Why was the Rake looking for food in the forest when they have a fridge? “Okay Mr. Slenderman.” You had drawn Slenderman, Splendorman, Rake, B.O.B, Tails Doll, and you. Because you're just know them so well. I don't think even toddlers get attached to new people this easily, especially when they've spent almost no time with her at all.. And are, you know, monsters. You were a pretty good artist, despite that you were only 3. The scribblings of a mental patient are better than a 3 year old's drawings.. The Creepypasta Family is the best family. Stop the ride, I wanna get off! Better than your real family. That’s for sure. Because a family of monsters and serial killers is truly the highest standard a family can ever achieve.

Chapter 5

It has been 10 years since you joined the creepypastas. You were now 13 This story's called "Childhood" and we've completely skipped her childhood. Wow.

and became Slenderman’s proxy.

Just when I though this couldn't get dumber. 13 year olds are moody, hormonal weaklings who're currently undergoing massive changes in their body and have had little to no time to develop life skills. They'd be completely useless as assassins. Well, one of his proxies. You had met and befriended many of the creepypastas You've met and befriended multiple online horror stories? That's pretty impressive. that have joined throughout the years. The other proxies of Slenderman were Masky, Who is not a proxy or a creepypasta character. who had brown hair, Tim's hair is black. a white mask with black eyes and lips, and an orange hoodie, An orange hoodie?

Does this look like an orange hoodie to you? and Hoody, who wore a hoodie that looked just like Masky’s Brian's hoodie was pale yellow so even if Tim wore an orange hoodie as Masky they wouldn't be wearing the same thing. and a black mask with red eyes and a red mouth that was always frowning. Just say he has a red frown! This is ridiculous! You would always wear a black hoodie, Because all clichéd uninspired creepypasta OCs wear hoodies. (F/C) gloves, grey jeans, and black sneakers whenever you guys went on a mission. Nobody cares about your damn clothes. “Oi Slendy.' “Hm? Oh, (Y/N). What is it?” “When do I get to go kill something. This question seems to be missing something. I wonder what it is? Also our protagonist, aka the person we're supposed to like, is complaining about not being able to kill innocent people for fun. Also why was Slenderman hiding them murdering people when she was 3 if he was just gonna raise her to be a killer anyway? I mean, I always scout out the victim’s home for Masky, Hoody, In addition to not being proxies or creepypasta characters Hoodie and Masky are also not serial killers. or you to physically and mentally torture and kill. I have never gotten the chance to.” Because you’re 13 years old and too weak to properly do things like that. “Well, you only became my proxy 2 weeks ago. We want to find you a suitable victim. Do not fret child. You will get the chance.” Jesus H. Christ! Proxies aren't people that intentionally ally themselves with Slenderman and do nothing but kill random people! You smiled as you walked into your room, bumping into one of the new Creepypastas, Jeff the killer. I'm wonder sometimes if the people who write these stories think Jeff's full name is "Jeff T. Killer". He had black hair, black eyelids, a huge smile cut into his cheeks, and skin the colour of Slendy’s. You weren’t close or anything, but you two were good friends. That means you're close. “Hey (Y/N), quit it.” “Quit what?” “Quit being so clumsy. You dropped a plate of cookies this morning and made so many chocolate chips go to waste.” "Filler: the story" ladies and gentlemen.

“Oh shut up Jeff. You could’ve eaten them straight off the floor.”

“Whatever!” You both laughed as you walked into your room. Over the years it’s gone through some changes. Who cares? first it was all very bland with white walls, floor, and bed sheets. The very last chapter told us that! Now, the walls were a crimson blood colour, Because red and black are the only colors that exist in creepypasta. the floor was a grey carpet, and the bed sheets were scarlet. The desk, dresser, and bunk bed stayed the same, however. Fascinating. You had a bookshelf with manga and other awesome books. Because literally everyone on the entire planet loves manga and anime. You had a love seat, but you rather preferred to call it “2 person sofa”. This story would be 50 times shorter if you excised all the meaningless lines from it. You had a small red coffee table in front of the “2 person sofa”. You had a TV with some game consoles hooked up. So, long story short, you had the best bedroom in the world. This whole paragraph could have and should have been cut from "Childhood" entirely.

There was a knock on your door. You opened it, only to reveal a newer creepypasta, Ben Drowned. Ben Drowned is the name of the story not the character. He's not Ben Drowned, son of Bobby and Betty Drowned, descendant of the great Bartholomew Drwoned. He was about a year older than you, so 14. Ben was 12 when he died. He had blonde hair, black eyes with red pupils, and pale skin. This is not BEN's canon appearance and when will people figure this out? He often wore a Legend Of Zelda Link outfit. As apposed to a Call of Duty Link outfit. You two were good friends as well. In fact, he was one of your best and closest friends. “Sup (Y/N). You know where Tails Doll and Sonic.EXE are?” “I think they’re in the basement with Pinkie. She needed some of that ‘special ingredient’ for her cupcakes, Cupcakes is a fanfiction, not a creepypasta! I don't care that it's on the wiki, the wiki is stupid! so they went and got her some.” “I see. I’ll get them later. They seem to be busy. “Oh! Ben. Slendy has a job for you too. There’s some jerk making fun of us, especially you, so Slendy wants you to teach him a lesson by screwing up his games, electronics. You get the picture.” “Okay. See ya later (Y/N).” As Slenderman’s proxy, you and Masky and Hoody and Slenderman were always busy. It appears this author doesn't know how to use commas properly. Which means you knew about all the missions assigned to the creepypastas So many of these "Slender Mansion" stories mention the creepypasta characters going on "missions". What kind of missions? Are "creepypastas" assassins? Spies? Deeply religious? and helped keep track of all the creepypastas that came to the mansion. So far, you were probably a little less productive in the killing part. Proxies aren't just assassins! They can be but they're so much more than that. Probably because you haven’t had a chance to. But you knew who you needed to kill. You had to kill them before your time was up and it was too late. That sure means something. You wanted and needed to kill your parents. There's no reason for you to do that. At all. You were three years old when they abandoned you, you should barley remember them at all. Chapter 6:

“Slendy. Slendy. Slendy. Slendy. Slendy. Slendy. Slendy. Slendy.”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT (Y/N)!?!?!?”

“I want to go killing. When can I go?”

“Stop whining. Soon you will.”

“That’s too long! He didn't give you an exact time. I wanna go killing now! Please!” Our protagonist is literally begging to murder innocent people and we're supposed to un-ironically like her and want her to succeed. By this point, you were getting sick of waiting and wanted to kill badly. We should want her to do this why exactly? Slenderman would always say “soon”. But to you, right now, “soon” wasn’t soon enough. You didn’t care if that meant you had to kill a mouse. Then kill a mouse. Kill a fly. Kill a small animal in the woods. Just shut up and kill something. You wanted to kill and that was that. Everyday you’d bug Slenderman about it and he was getting sick of it.

“I will leave you in the forest if you don’t stop whining and annoying me.”

“I don’t care. I’ll just find the mansion again. Look, if I can’t kill a human, at least let me kill a small animal.” As if Mary Sue wasn't despicable enough.

Smile Dog’s Glad you established Smile Dog was in the room. Wait a minute, Jeff, BEN, Slenderman, B.O.B., The Rake, Masky and Hoodie get descriptions and introductions but the other characters don't? smile turned into a frown and he looked towards you, whimpering. Smile Dog isn't an actual dog! He's a supernatural entity that looks like a dog!

You kneeled before the dog and stroked his fur. Like 90 percent of CP fanfictions, this story treats Smile Dog as if he were a completely normal dog who happens to have red/black fur and kill people and not a supernatural entity that spreads through a picture on the internet before appearing in people's dreams and telling them to "Spread the Word".

“Not you Smile Dog. Or you Grinny Cat.” "It's a creepypasta fanfiction, I have to be a hypocrite on top of being a psychopath."

Grinny Cat His name's just Grinny. looked at you, then went back to sleep. You sighed as you left to go bug Masky and Hoody.

“Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Masky. Take me to go on a killing spree now. I want to kill someone.” I'm honestly kind of disgusted that this author expects us to genuinely sympathize with this character.

Masky turned towards you. He put the book he was reading down and stared into your (E/C) eyes.

“Sorry (Y/N). Can’t do that until I finish the mission I’m on.”

“Which is?”

“Ignoring you.” You go, Tim!

You frowned and went to your room. You turned on the GameCube and played some Super Smash Bros. for an hour. WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW THIS. You got bored and went to go see Slenderman. “SLENDY IF I WANNA GO KILLING SO HELP ME ZALGO Why do these stories always use Zalgo in place of God when Zalgo's the bad guy in the majority of them? IM GONNA GO KILLING!!” So on top of being a hypocritical psychopath Mary Sue is also an entitled brat.

Slenderman looked at you, He has no face. surprised. He sighed and put away his work. What work could Slenderman possibly be doing?

“You win. Meet us in the garden after dinner.” Now she's spoiled on top of all the other crap. Lovely.

“YES! VICTORY! BOOYAH!” This person isn't even real and I want to deck her in the face.

Slenderman sighed as you danced your way out of his room. Scratch decking her in the face, I want to throttle Mary Sue here. This was not what he had planned.

Not at all. He actually planned for her to become a travelling hot dog vendor.

Chapter 7:

This is it. You finally get to go killing. Stop treating this like a good thing. You grab a katana I'm sorry, WHAT? Where the hell did you get a katana from? Out of your ass?

and ran right to the garden as soon as you finished your dinner. There were Slenderman, Masky, and Hoody. You were wearing the outfit you usually wore on a mission. Why do fanfic writers think long, drawn out descriptions of people's clothes are the most exciting things in the world? A black hoodie, grey jeans, (F/C) gloves, and black sneakers. I'm pretty sure you already established this but I'm not going back and checking. You had the biggest smile on your face as you approached your teammates. You pulled the hood over you (H/L) (H/C) hair.

“Yay! I get to go killing!” Our hero, ladies and gentlemen!

“Yeah yeah (Y/N), that’s enough.” Masky said as he patted your back. You were just so excited that you were shaking as you gripped your katana tightly. I highly doubt 13 year olds have the strength and dexterity to properly pick up a katana. Even if they did they'd have to go through absolutely exhausting training in order to use it. For cryin' out loud, there's an entire book's worth of rules for the thing! Slenderman grabbed onto the three of you with his tentacle appendages Because...? and teleported you outside a small brick house. You peered into the window to see an empty living room. It was dark inside, so you knew the person who was living there was asleep. The living room having it's lights off doesn't mean the person living in the house is asleep. You had taught yourself sneaky ways of entering and escaping locked rooms Did Slenderman regularly leave you in locked rooms? ever since you were 5, so you quietly pried the window open with ease. With what? You had learned that you shouldn’t open doors more than the amount of space needed to crawl through, in case there was an emergency. I know how to do that! Most people know how to do that! That's not a special skill in any way. You slowly crawled through the window Carrying a katana? and closed it, giving the others a thumbs up. You looked around the house, finding a stairway. You slowly walked up, katana in hand. There was a small bedroom. You slowly opened it, revealing a middle aged man. You approached the man, raising the katana above your head. You slowly inserted the katana into the man’s chest. Katanas are made for slashing, not stabbing. You'd ruin it by using it that way. There's videos of people breaking katanas by just swinging them. He began to scream loudly, causing you to smile. After you pushed it in halfway, you took it and slit the man’s throat with it. Katanas are not that precise. You sat on the edge of the bed as you watched him die painfully. I'm pretty sure that would have killed him instantly but what do I know?

~Masky POV~

Me, Slenderman, and Hoody stood outside the house. There's no reason for any of you to be here. (Y/N) had been in there for about 10 minutes. I heard a man screaming. More likely in pain and fear. I started getting really impatient. I know it’s her first kill, but it only took Jeff on his first kill a stab and it was done. Ignoring the awful grammar, in the creepypasta nobody else was there when Jeff killed his family so how does Masky know how fast it took?

“Slender when can I go inside? (Y/N) is taking too long.”

“Wait. This is her first kill.” These stories always treat murder as some rite of passage or requirement amongst creepypasta characters when creepypasta in general is about horror and not killing. How does killing random people accomplish anything anway?

As if on cue, (Y/N) crawled out the window, blood halfway up the katana Jeff had given her a few weeks ago. So JEFF was the one who pulled the katana out his ass! Now it makes perfect sense. She had the biggest smile I ever saw.

“So… How was your first kill ever?”

“It was awesome Masky! That guy almost started screaming like a girl Almost? but he sure was loud! And he seemed to squirm a lot. But other than that it was awesome!”

I was actually kinda glad she enjoyed it. I don’t have a crush on her or anything, but we’re partners and friends. It's good thing you don't have a crush on her since you're 26 and she's 13. Why even bring up the crush thing at all? Spoiler alert this doesn't lead to anything.

We look out for each other. I gave her a high five as Hoody gave her a pat on the back. I'm 100 percent positive the one who wrote this doesn't even know what Marble Hornets is.

~Normal POV~

Slenderman teleported you back to the mansion. Once you got inside, everyone cheered! Ben floated next to you and gave you a bro fist. It's called a fist bump. They threw you a party in honor of your first kill ever. Is there a fandom that glorifies murder more than the creepypasta fandom? If so than count me out. There were cupcakes, ice cream, cookies, chips, punch, (Slendy made sure it wasn’t spiked) She can murder innocent people for fun but God forbid she drink when underage. popcorn, and candies. You had never seen Jeff eat that much ice cream before getting brain freeze. I've never read a more meandering time-wasting filler-ridden story like this in my life. It was quite a party. You flopped into bed It was quite an amazing fun interesting party anyway enough of that. and looked at Miss Fluffy, your (fave animal) stuffie You're 13, you shouldn't be calling it a "stuffie". Plus we already know this! since you were a baby, who always sat on your shelf since you turned 8. This is such an important detail. You slowly closed your eyes as you drifted off to sleep. Chapter 8: It’s been 3 years since your first kill. WHAT?!? You mean that last few chapters was utterly pointless? Why am I not surprised! And seriously nothing noteworthy happened in 3 years? It was only a month until your 16th birthday. You had become an official creepypasta. YOU. WISH. Your CP name was (CP/N). You still remained as one of Slendy’s proxies. You were told by Slendy that he was bringing in ANOTHER proxy of his. You did some research and found out a little bit about the new guy. His name is Toby Rogers, aka Ticci Toby. Dear Creepypasta fandom: Ticci Toby is the name bullies used to make fun of him in middle school it's not his proxy name or killer name or whatever. He apparently had Tourette Syndrome which caused him to twitch, and C.I.P.A, which meant he didn’t feel any pain.

Today was the day he comes 'Nother tense swap. to the mansion. You had to be up at midnight to prepare for his arrival. For what reason?

You were sleeping soundly when you felt someone gently shake your shoulder. You heard what sounded like Masky. You looked and saw that he had climbed up to the top bunk that you always slept in. Tim's in his late 20's, he doesn't need to climb to the top of a bunk bed to reach it.

“(Y/N) wake up. Time to get ready.”

“Mmf… Okay, okay, I’m up…”

You really didn’t like being woken up, but if it was important, you made an exception. You sat up and stretched as Masky left the room. You decided that you should be allowed to just wear (F/C) pyjamas, This person doesn't know how to spell pajamas correctly and they're writing about serial killers. so you walked out of the hall. There was the sound of the clicking of buttons and music in the room next to yours. Ben’s room. ‘Huh. He’s probably just playing video games.’ Just once I'd like to see BEN from Ben Drowned in these stories and not BEN from Pasta Monsters. you thought as you made your way downstairs. Masky and Hoody were trying to figure out what Toby would like for breakfast.

“Toast?”

“No Hoody. How about english muffin?” Just the one.

“No that isn’t a good idea either Masky.”

These guys are your friends and partners, but sometimes they’re friggin’ clueless. Because taking time to make decisions makes you clueless apparently. Evidently you had to worry about it because you were the one who searched up what type of food Toby likes. Who the hell gives a damn? And that food was pancakes and waffles.

“You guys are my friends. Mary Sue having friends is the most unrealistic part of this story so far. But sometimes you guys are morons.”

“Well is it my fault we don’t have waffles (Y/N)?”

“Masky you are lazy. We may not have waffles, but we have pancake ingredients.”

You grabbed the ingredients and made some delicious chocolate chip pancakes. You made sure to make some for Masky, Hoody, you, and Toby. So you ended up making lots of pancakes for everyone. Then just say you made pancakes for everyone. As soon as placed the last pancake on Toby’s plate, Slendy His name is Slenderman! had come back with the new guy. You had your back turned with your headphones in, listening to (fave band). Slendy used his appendages to take them out.

“(Y/N), meet Toby. You two will be working together from now on. They have no reason to.

Toby had brown hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was really pale. He extended his hand, smiling with pure white teeth. You shook his hand.

“Hi. I-I’m Ticci T-Toby. Toby would NEVER call himself that. J-Just call m-me T-Toby.” Slenderman already introduced you anyway.

“Hello Toby. I’m (CP/N). But you can call me (Y/N).”

“Are those…?”

“Yes. In honor of your arrival, I made us pancakes.”

Toby’s smile got wider. You smiled sweetly as you sat down at the table. There any reason you sweetly smiled besides clumsily setting up the forced cliché romance between these two? No? That's what I thought. Toby sat next to you, digging into the stack of pancakes you had made for him. In almost a second they were gone. 'Man that boy loves pancakes.’" you thought as he got up to put away his plate. Slendy looked at the 4 of you. He sighed.

“One of you is going to have to share a room with Toby.”

“I can’t. Me and Hoody You ever notice how in these "Slender Mansion" stories Tim and Brian always call each other Masky and Hoodie and they never take their masks/costumes off even indoors? are enough people to sleep in the same room.”

You suspected that it was that they must’ve been weirded out by Toby’s twitching. So that meant you and Toby were officially roommates. No it doesn't.

“I still have a bottom bunk.”

“Thanks (Y/N). Y-You’re really n-nice. You haven't even known her for an hour. S-Sorry for the s-stuttering. I-I’m just a l-little nervous and shy a-around new p-people.” Toby stutters because he has Tourette's, not because he's "shy'.

“No problem Toby. I think we’ll get along fine!” He smiled as his leg twitched slightly. After cleaning up, you showed him around the mansion, introduced him to the others, Shouldn't Slenderman be doing that? even told him about the funny and interesting things that happened to you. Nothing interesting or funny has happened to you. I should know, I've been reading along. You thought it was best to get along if you were gonna work together and share a room.

“So when Smile Dog came here he was only a puppy?” “Yep! He actually looked like a normal puppy, but grew up and looked like him.” I'm calling it now: not only has the writer never read Smile Dog but she's never even heard of the original picture.

“What about Grinny Cat?” Is the writer under the impression that "Cat" is his last name?

“Same went for him. I love how the author rips off Pasta Monsters without even knowing what it is. Except as a kitten. I greatly appreciate you telling us Grinny Cat didn't arrive to the mansion as a puppy.

“You have some cool stories (Y/N). How did you end up here?” Neither of those were cool or even stories.

Oh Zalgo. No. Out of all the questions, he had to ask that one. You looked down from your top bunk that you two were sitting on. A tear fell down your face and landed on the grey carpet. That was 13 years ago. Get over it.

“I… I-I don’t wanna t-talk about it…” you said softly as you wiped away a tear. Toby got the hint that it wasn’t a pleasant story and hugged you.

“Sorry! I-I didn’t know!”

“I-It’s okay T-Toby.”

“(Y/N), if there’s something wrong, just tell me.” You took a deep breath. You turned towards him.

“My parents left me to die when I was 3. They tricked me into eating nightshade berries. Rake What happened to the Rake? I don't think he's been mentioned at all since the 4th or 5th chapter. and Slendy saved me and brought me here. They were much better than my real parents. That’s why my parents are going to die.” You only spent 3 years of your life with your abusive parents, 2 of which you spent as a baby. You should have only the most faintest memories of your parents. You've spent the grand majority of your life with supposedly "the best family" so stop whining. Toby’s eyes were shocked. What does that even mean? His dad may have been an alcoholic and yelled at him, his mom, and his sister. Toby's dad didn't just yell at Toby, he beat him. Bit of an oversight there. But his dad never abandoned him. Well, not physically. "Being abandoned by your dad is WAY worse than getting beaten up by him on a regular basis!" Toby looked into you (E/C) orbs. You smiled and hugged him, muttering a 'thank you’. You were glad someone was actually there to help you and understood you. You've had tons of friends and family figures for years. Toby is not the first person to "like, OMIGOD, totally understand" you. Shut your damn mouth you whiny entitled emo little brat. That was the first day you met him. You don't say?

And you loved that day. You've known each other for hours and you're already this close? This story is seriously rivaling "A Meet I'll Never Forget" in how rushed yet padded out everything is. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok guys I think i'm gonna take a break from Childhood for a little bit. This...thing is 20 chapters long and the first 7 chapters are already completly abysmal. The worst is yet to come in Childhood, mark my words. It'll probably a little while before I finish Childhood but rest assured we'll get back to this. In the mean time I'll be riffing some shorter stories.

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