The Assistant: Part 2The Assistant
Shannon found herself fumbling with the items left for her as her mind reeled. What kind of assistant needs equipment like this? She didn't know but that didn't stop her mind from extrapolating wild scenarios. With the gloves, apron and boots on she stuck the syringes in the apron pocket. She slung the loops of rope over her shoulder and the goggles sat propped up on the top of her head like shades. She took a deep breath. This was it. Her first day on the job and she was nervous. With trepidation she made her way past the kitchen and to the foyer. The silence in the house had returned. The place seemed oddly hollow and she wondered just wear all the workers from before had disappeared to so quickly. Passing the large staircase she looked to her right and then froze. She found Rachel sitting on the steps. Her legs forced wide to give her huge belly room to settle between her thighs. She leaned back on one elbow while the
You're Not Alone (Slenderman X Reader) ch 17 Slenderman’s POV
I finally come to my senses, but it is too late; the damage is done. __________’s body is dyed red from her own blood. Her skin is rubbed raw and is covered in long cuts and trails of bruises. Her collarbone is punctured with multiple bite wounds. I lightly run my finger over a bruise on her cheek.
I can’t believe I did this to you. I never wanted it to happen like this.
All I wanted was for __________ to love me back. I worked so hard to protect her. I worked so hard to become part of her life. I worked so hard to get the chance to hold her close. Now, it seems I have only been able to push her further away from me.
The memory of her pleas ring through my head. I wanted to stop, more than anything, but I couldn’t. I watched as instinct took hold of my body, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. All I co
Candy Land: PlumpyCandy Land 1: Plumpy
Warning: Contains a girl to fruit TF. If that doesn't float your boat, feel free to set off to another port.
The roommates, dazed and disoriented, slowly began to come to. The last thing Terri, Lyssa, Maria, Allison, Betty, Darren, Gina, and Allen all remembered, they were setting up a newly-found (but old-looking) Candy Land game in the living room of the old house they had occupied for years and were about to vacate. Allen set up the board, placing the deck in its spot and setting out seven of the game pieces. When Maria, who was hesitant to play, finally relented, Allen placed her token at the starting line and everything went white, bright, and shaky.
"Ow, my head!" Lyssa complained. "I feel like I just woke up the day after a bender!"
"Shut up! You're too loud! My skull is splitting!" Terri fired.
"Where... wha... where are we??" Betty finally m
2nd Tour 4: A Bad Case...Second Tour 4: A Bad Case of the Blues
WARNING: Contains another dark TF. If that's not your bag, by all means, move along. If you like and have some constructive comments to share, please do so. Enjoy.
Erin, Amy, and Tina exchanged nervous glances. They had just witnessed Kara turn into a giant chocolate-filled Easter egg and be hauled away on a truck to her new home as an oversized trophy for Bucket's foyer. Her sister Sara had become more egg than girl before she vanished down a dark chute, presumably towards the bakery. They hoped beyond hope that she would be spared when she reached Bucket's automated bakery, but feared the worst.
"Ladies, I'm dreadfully sorry about your friends, but I must confess that they brought this upon themselves. If they had followed my rules," Bucket lied, "you would all be browsing the gift shop right n
ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Rebirth
A tear ran through the five year old’s mind as she heard her brother’s cries of anguish.
“You can’t do this! She’s only a little girl! She’s your own flesh and blood!”
A gruff, angry voice slurred back, “That small abomination is not my daughter. That’s a hell spawn. A freak!”
Adeline pulled the doll closer to her chest as she heard those words. Her father always frightened her, especially when he was drunk. Always yelling, always cursing, always beating her. She sniffled, it wasn’t her fault that voices told her things.
She could hear her brother, Johnathan pleading with her father to calm down.
“Dad, please! She’s not-” Johnathan’s voice was suddenly cut off with a yelp.
“That’ll teach you to argue with me, boy.” Her father said quietly before stomping to her bedroom door.
The door flung open to reveal her father’s angry, drunken visage.
Creepypasta: Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthdays tomorrow, so my family and I are paying her a visit. There had been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that h
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