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When life gives you CreepyPasta. XIII

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After smelling the beautiful scent of food, you took off into a run towards the dinning room, the slobbering Smile dog right on your tail. Ignoring the small giggle from behind, you slid into the dinning room, almost sliding into the table but succeeded not to. Mentally cheering, you victory was short lived, something came out and made contact with the back of your head, a noise echoing in your ears. "Nien running in zhe house!" Grabbing the back of your head, you let out a whine and curled your toes. Sure, you knew who it was that whacked you- as if it wasn't obvious enough, but as a natural reaction you turned around. You got an eyeful of a sigh you'd NEVER forget! There stood Slenderman in all his glory - pride probably shot - wearing a pink apron, with hearts. Pursing your lip, your head craned back as if you were trying to decide whether this was real or not. If you could see his eyes, you would imagine them squinting as be leaned over towards you. "Vhat? Vhat are you staring at?"

'Holy shit..' Quickly turning around, your arms wrapped around your middle and you bit your lip, trying to keep your laughter at bay. Hunching over, your eyes watered and your shoulders shook. 'IT'S REAL!' Turning back around, to get one quick look, you just couldn't hold it in any longer. The sound of laughter came flowing from inside, causing his eyebrow to twitch. If you could see his eyes, you'd imagine them being rolled as he turned around and walked away. Almost feeling bad for annoying him, you held up a hand and wheezed a bit, trying to tell him to stop. But alas, he walked back into the kitchen and continued cooking.

 Pausing all trace of sense-able thought, you stared at the big pot in front of the tall being. One thing and one thing only ran through your mind at this moment: what do exactly would THEY cook? Your face going almost as pale as Jeffs, your imagination wondered to everything.. well, just plain gross that could be cooking in there. You had to get a look. Scurrying into the kitchen, you came up behind Slender and look around him. Your eyes widened at all the things he had laid out and cooking. Wait a minute- "You cook all this? By yourself?" He stopped and slowly turned his head to look at you, dead in the face. Your cheeks heated up when you realized you probably just insulted him. Twiddling your fingers you looked down at the floor and started to stutter. "N-not that I'm saying you wouldn't be able to do something like that!" Silence, and more staring was what you received. Sputtering, your eyes widened and you back peddled even more. "N-NOT THAT I'M SAYING YOU SHOULD HAVE TO DO IT ALONE, BECA-!"

Sighing, he cut of your stupid rambling by pointing to his right and spoke. "Just shut up and hand me ze ladle.." This time, the slender being was met with an awkward stare and silence from your end. Jerking his finger in the direction again, he was silently telling you to 'just freaking do it'. Awkwardly waddling over in the direction he pointed at, you stood staring at a group of spoons that stood at different sizes. But... what the fuck is a ladle? Turning your head to glance at him, you met his blank face. "Ze ladle..?" A thick silence over came you both again, except for the bubble popping in the soup and your breathing. Suddenly his hand came up and made contact with his face, causing you to jerk. Letting out a long aggravated sigh, his finger pointed at a long, wooden spoon with a curved end on it. "Zhe ladle.." Making a 'o' shape with your mouth in realization, you reached out and grabbed the handle, then sheepishly handed it to him. He nodded, grabbing it from your hand then turned around, dipping it in the pot and stirring in the slow, smooth motion profession chefs do. Another silence came over the two of you in the kitchen. Standing there, watching him, your bounced back and forth on the balls of your heels. And with nothing else to do, your mind wandered and as you've experienced before.. that's never a good thing. You wandered how long you could stare before you had to blink. That happens to be exactly what you did and your object of choice was the being in front of you. Noticing you doing this made him feel uncomfortable- very uncomfortable in fact. Stopping his movements he turned his head to look at you, only to have you continue to stare back. Shifting his gaze, it landed back on your and he tried to think of polite way to send you away. After thinking for a moment he came up with an idea. "I need you to go down in zhe basement for me, in zhe back is a cooler, get me zhe steaks wrapped up in vhite paper." As he spoke, he made shooing gestures with his hands, following you has he pushed you out to make sure you didn't come back in. Even if he enjoyed your company - though he'd never admit it - it was just too weird to be stared at.

Trying to speak to him as he shoo'ed you out of the kitchen, you never got in a wood before he closed the door, never letting you back in. You frowned and then shivered, you had to go into the basement? You didn't want to go in there! It's dark in there... and that's most likely where creeper-man lurks. A shivered racked down your spine as you drug your feet on your way towards the basement- where ever the hell that was! Maybe you could ask someone? Yeah, sure. Walking out into the Living room, you looked over at the sound of voices and saw Jeff, BEN and Jack walk of a closet together. Staring hard, your mind automatically thought of the worst seeing this scene. The three of them stopped in their tracks and stared back at you, silent, frozen and now feeling awkward. Then the smart ass out of you four had to say the obvious. "Well, this is awkward." Every gaze slid to BEN and gave him one of 'those' looks. Scratching the back of his head, he nervously side stepped away from the other two.


Sighing, you rolled your eyes and pointed at them. Jack awkwardly waved and Jeff stared, much like you had at Slenderman moments ago. Pointing between the three of them, you bit your lip. You felt dumb asking, but it was only your second day there so they had to know you didn't know shit right? "Where's the basement?" You asked bluntly.

Raising their hands and speaking simultaneously, the of them shouted, "I can show you!"

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"I'll find it myself." You muttered dryly and turned around to walk away. Sudden foot steps caused you to walk away faster, creeped out just a little bit. That's when some reached out and grabbed your shoulder a bit to harshly-
>^> I know, that apron thing it weird but.. it just fits him so much. his pansy ass. :3

Apron + His pride = Shot dead.
:iconevillaughterplz:
But I do have admit, DAT APRON BE SEXY ON HEM.
:icondatassplz:

This one was a little half-assed because I just hardly sleep anymore, plus it's Thanksgiving and I was a little busy. Notreallybutwhocares

BUT HAY. HAPPY THANKSGIVING YA'LL.
ENJOY!


I NO OWN. YOU NO SUE.

EDIT: I sat writing this while talking to the lovely :icondeath-the-girl888: She kept me company and watched me in action... As perverted as that sounds.
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ShadowXLoki's avatar
XD I CAN JUST IMAGINE 
1) Slendy in a pink apron (not that i didnt before XD ) 
2) Jackie Jeffy and BENjamin Franklin coming out of the closet (and with my horrible mess of a mind i most likely would've said something like : "were u guys having a threesome in there XD " then probably run ...or die either way)