「𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭」> [Creepypasta X Reader]
006
"Mr. Steal Your Girl"
[Name] is dead.
At least, that's what she thinks of herself. She feels dead inside. The things that keep her from decomposing is entertainment.
Like the time she had a fling with a certain classmate at Uni and how it slowly turned into a relationship. She liked that. She liked how he made her feel.
Not to say she only did it with men.
But he was truly the only one at the moment to make her cold heart melt, as cliché as it sounds. Tim only made her flustered, that guy... Nichols. He made her spill out everything she kept within her heart. It made her happy for once.
Maybe that's why she loved(?) Him? How her heart ached when he suddenly disappeared. Then she turned the same as before. Unhappy.
Another entertaining thing was the man bleeding in an alleyway. Alleyways weren't common in the markets, but that's where she found him. A pretty guy when she pulled his ski mask off. Not as pretty as him though.
"There's no major hospitals here! Uh— let me just—" An excuse. An excuse to do badly and watch him die slowly. But she didn't expect him to hold her hands such strength. Especially with one hand. It made her flinch for the first time in a while.
"Press the wound... I won't bleed out then..." [Name] irked. If you knew that to do and had such strength, then why are you laying here like a fucking bitch? She thought something along those lines.
"Can you walk?" He nodded and she needn't say anything. She pulled him up for support and began walking with him. Some people thought he was drunk and laughed it off, saying how kind she was helping such a strange man. [Name] just smiled politely and rushed home.
Luckily or coincidentally, Timothy was sick. So whatever he's doing, he won't see the taller man.
Suddenly she was grateful that he wasn't there. Her bitching earlier about Tim suddenly ceased.
Finally, after an agonizingly slow walk, they were inside her home. She beckoned him to lie down the now towel covered sofa, she explained not to stain in with blood as she took out her father's old med kit; of course replaced the old with new.
She contemplated for a moment, but decided to not act, but act.
She cut his pants open so that it won't be as painful to rip it off. She knew what to do. He was a medical student, the top of his class; he taught her so much that she might even be qualified to work at a clinic.
The man, unbeknownst to her, raised an eyebrow at her uncharacteristic actions. She wasn't the Shakey little doe he met, she was more... Focused.
That didn't cease his palpitating heart.
"Relax. I won't hurt you, sir. Just calm down. It'll be done before you know it." Her smile fell when she saw the huge gash. Her first instinct was to swirl her finger inside it. But she stopped herself before doing something she might regret. (The
The blood seeped out like a rain droplet on a window. Red like beetroots.
Last thing she remembers was the hypnotizing drip. Before blacking out and regaining consciousness, wrapping a flesh coloured gauze on his now semi-clean leg.
[Name] paused, but quickly fixed everything up. "You should be fine now sir." She stood up. Her hands shaking and somehow looking dull until it turned into a thin boney one with wrinkles. "I should get you another pair of pants! My apologies." She quickly walked upstairs, not going to her father's room but her's.
"I got you this! It isn't much, but I assume you have the same size as my dad's." Smoothening out her skirt, her hands weren't convulsing and grey anymore, not that the man noticed it before.
"Thanks." He replied, an awkward silence ensued, him not knowing what to say next, "What's your name?" She left him and made some coffee. He looked like a coffee guy. "Uh. Brian." He coughed out. Meanwhile, [Name] took out a yellow and red capsule from her pocket and poured the insides of it in a white mug of coffee.
"Really? Are you not from Fleamont? I noticed how you don't sound like local." She prepared another mug, light green this time. "I was having a business trip, I think I got mugged. I don't really remember." Brian was a good liar. Sadly, most of the times, his lies fall short due to some situations; making him a terrible one instead.
What told her it wasn't so was that his clothes didn't look ripped. That and his fingernails were caked with dried mud. She only saw after he took off his gloves, it was a good excuse nontheless.
"Hmmhmm." She went back and handed him the white mug. "I put a pain releiver on yours, I tried it multiple times, don't worry." She took a sip. "Do you have anywhere to go? I assume all the money you have got taken?"
"I still have some left. Don't worry. Though... It would be nice to rest here for a while... But if you don't mind, of course." He coughed lightly, hiding his face with the mug. Brian was never one to ask for favours, and this made his friends usually follow it when he asks.
Plus, wouldn't this be a great way to learn about her? The boss would be pleased. And that frustrated look from Tim would be satisfying.
"I don't mind, Brian." She tested his name out with a click of her cold toungue. It left a bittersweet feeling in her brain. "Call me [Name]. I'm sure you've heard about me." And she left it at that.
She's sure he knew her. That damn old bitch's smell hung onto him. She bit her bottom lip and smiled so wide, but still looked charming.
But... He really looked cute. She giggled like a high school girl.
<Fun Fact>
I believe Brian has that nerdy boy rizz
She couldn't smell Slender on Tim because even though Tim isn't better than Brian in lies, he makes sure about everything beforehand.
What is [Name]?
Just finished my Science and English exam, aced it (watch me rant about how I failed when the results come out lol)
[Name] is a normal human.
Slender saw something when he read her mind when she was a babe, what did he see that made him so terrified?
Young [Name] was antisocial and quiet, young Helen knew that.
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