The Killers' Nightmare (A Female Creepypastas X Male Reader story)

Chapter 74 | A developing plan

I smiled as a few memories came to mind, and it only grew wider as my history teacher came in with numerous bed sheets bundled up under his arm. "Hey there, Nurse" Mr Smith greeted. "Sorry to barge in, but I think someone came in and took these from the beds" he explained.
"I was wondering where those went" Lazari muttered.
"I knew the room seemed mismatched when we got here" I lied, hoping her comment helped my believability.
"Got any idea what happened, Doc?" Mr Smith asked, only to receive a shrug from Smiley.
"Me and these two have only just gotten here, I had to grab (Y/N) on account of a sports injury and Miss Swann was kind enough to help me bring him up" Smiley lied, clearly catching onto my plan.
"Sports injury, (Y/N)?" Mr Smith asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow as he turned to me. "How'd you manage that one, kiddo?" He asked, his tone full of concern.
"Always worried about me, ain't ya?" I responded with a smile.

The teachers were tolerant of me since I kept my manners in check and I always did well in class, but Mr Smith always went above and beyond. My childhood incident certainly gave me a reputation, and it followed me everywhere I went. Even after I graduated middle school, I still stuck out like a sore thumb across town. Despite this, Mr Smith was always ready to welcome me into his class with open arms. I was certainly skeptical for the duration of my freshman year, but I gradually warmed up to him throughout my time as a sophomore. By junior year, I frequently found myself genuinely excited to spend time in his classroom.

"Obviously, especially since you come in every other day with a new bruise, tough guy" Mr Smith joked, giving me a light punch on my right arm.
"For real?" Lazari asked concernedly.
"Actually, it's more like every day. The knuckleheads out there tend to pick on the smart ones like him" Mr Smith explained as he folded the bedsheets and set them down. "Did you finally get your revenge on 'em?" He asked, looking over at me and raising an eyebrow as (B/N) continued his screeching tirade in the distance.
"Pfft, I wish I could do something to get that kind of reaction" I said dismissively, now assisting the teacher in dividing and folding the sheets. "That'd certainly be the day..." I sighed, hoping to make my lie more believable.

"What even happened out there?" Dr Smiley asked, grabbing a pile of folded sheets and walking off to a nearby bed.
"Someone must've come in here and taken the sheets whilst the room was empty" Mr Smith began, evidently trying to hold back a smirk. "They used them to tie up the principle's favourite trio and hang them off of the balcony just outside" he explained, his composure wavering as he did his best to muscle down a giggle. "It was originally a pretty scary thing to walk out and see, but..." he continued, covering his mouth as he steadily lost his professional facade.
"...But?" Lazari asked, evidently more curious than not.
'I'm glad he shares my humour...' I thought, hiding a smirk of my own.
"Whoever did it- *giggle* they drew a bunch of-" he continued, entirely unable to hold his composure as he burst out in a fit of laughter. Lazari and Smiley looked at him like he was crazy, and I joined them whilst holding back my own laughter.

It took about a minute, but eventually Mr Smith had calmed himself back down. After he regained his breath and wiped his eyes, he cleared his throat and continued his explanation. "The perpetrator had taken a marker and... 'drawn' over the athletes" he explained, clearly trying to avoid the details that would make him start laughing again.
"Drawn over them?" Dr Smiley questioned, seemingly confused at the idea.
"What'd they draw?" Lazari asked innocently. My mind quickly flashed back to only a few minutes ago, and I was immediately reminded of the things I wrote and drew. A small snicker escaped my lips, and that caused Mr Smith to lose it once again.
"Ask (Y/N)! I gotta go!" He yelled over his shoulder, struggling to hold in his laughter as he swiftly left the room. Both girls turned to me with a confused look shared between them, all while I stared back with a toothy grin.

"So, gonna tell us what this 'mystery person' drew?" Dr Smiley asked, folding her arms as she arched an eyebrow.
"And how you figured it out?" Lazari chimed in, clearly not following along. I took a deep breath to try and hold back some laughter, a task that was made surprisingly difficult as the trio of bullies continued their screaming out in the halls.
"I may, or may not, have drawn several... 'phallic shapes' across their faces..." I snickered, covering my mouth after I watched Lazari blush a bright red.
"Ph-ph-ph-phallic!?" She exclaimed in innocent shock. "Y-y-you mean l-like-"
"Yep - dicks and balls. All across their faces" I answered smugly, earning a small snicker from Smiley. "I also wrote and drew some other not-so-savoury stuff on their clothes" I added.
"And you fought all three of them? And knocked them out?" Smiley asked curiously.
"It wasn't exactly a fight, more like a one sided beat down" I stated, admittedly bending the truth a little in the hopes of making myself sound cooler. "You seem surprised" I added, noting the nature of Smiley's question and the tone she spoke in.
"Well a little" she agreed. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that you're mighty tough. But one of the first things you told me is that you 'get beat up a lot'" she reminded me. "And you just told us that you wouldn't fight back, so I had just assumed you're the type to keep as low of a profile as possible" she explained simply.
'I gotta start giving these supernatural Doctors more credit, so far both of them have had disturbingly accurate assessments of me in at least one department' I thought. "Nailed it with that one" I confirmed. "Difference this time is, none of them saw my face. And, if you hadn't noticed, there's no cameras in here or out in the hall" I explained, earning a nod from the pair before me.