It All Started With A Wrong Pair Of Numbers. [ A Creepypasta X Reader Book]

// Chapter 5 ;; WHY THE FUCK- //

Why is this my most popular book? I'm not even TRYING with it. Might just explode because what the FUCK?? Anywho. This might get a revamp because its... something! It's poorly written and I don't know what else to do with it or where to go. I had a story, I kind of remember the story, the story was shit. And idk how to write ccs. I suck hard at it. Anyway. Enjoy this. I've been sick the past 2 weeks and am writing a new book. I might need some sleep to be honest.. ENJOY!!

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Y/N's pov;;

This was insane. All of it was. I have strangers in my HOUSE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I sighed. I need to calm down. I'm an adult. I can handle this. . . . . Probably.

Arrow's pov;;

I watched Y/N stare at the mismatched group of.. well us and the still crumpled form of Tim by the bathroom entrance. Yeah no kids for him. If he wanted any.

I step forwards.

"Well then Y/N, we should get going before the police show up and find us, the blood and you."

I gave a sharp toothed grin, hands on my hips, leaning on my left leg. Haha the sass. Moving on.

I watch as they debate something in their mind as the rest of the group that had somehow got here. How the fuck did they get here? I don't know. Don't care. Not my circus, not my monkeys. That's the operator's business.

Masky/Timothy's pov;;

Fuck. Fucking. Motherfuck. That hurt.. stupid.. God I hate that stupid.. the operator better kill this one before I do... God almighty..

Y/N's pov;;

Okay so I have about too many freaks in my home, one of which telling me that we needa skedaddle to avoid the fuzz, one clutching his junk on the floor of the bathroom in pain which 100% wasn't my fault at all. Deserved honestly.

What was the operator? Arrow had mentioned it before.. and I'm pretty sure there'd been like some sort of stabbing recently.. or was that a rumour? Damn. People should be checked out, going loco over the slenderman and all that creepypasta bollocks. Probably what half these people are into. And should be sent to an asylum in a remote place far away from the people who don't fantasise over murders for a living.. (BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME I GUESS!!)

Arrow's pov;;

Okay so Y/N is broken, Tim's on the floor silently cursing said person, the others are watching in amusement or have left. Great. Okay.

"Let's get this shitshow on the road!"

*The faint wailing of sirens was enough to snap people into gear to rush off, out of any escape exit they could get their grubby selves out of. I hauled Tim's crumpled body up.

"Fuck you're heavy. What do you have on you? Bricks?"

With an annoyed grunt I looked over at the person we even came here for in the first place.

"Y/N gey out of here unless you wanna be in a damp dingy cell all the rest of your life for murder."

*They snapped out of their state and scowled at me before running out the back door. And conveniently into the forest that was behind their home. Why this was? For the plot and to make it easier for the author to write this chapter because this book is a disaster. (Shhh, we aren't breaking the 4th wall..)

3rd person pov;;

The house was quickly evacuated of the group, Arrow dragging Tim along, Y/N running into the woods where the other 6 pastas had ventured off into. The rain was picking up again, causing many of them to groan in annoyance, the wailing of police cars a distant memory.

It took a while, but soon, all 9 of them were together again. Drenched. Ben is still covered in glitter. Tim slowly stood and caught his breath. Arrow was annoyed as her fluffed up hair, tail, and ears were wet and pressed flat against her. Kate, Toby, Hoddie, and Ej seemed chill with their hoods up, though the cold and rain starting to seep through the fabric was not a pleasant feeling. Rouge seemed a little pissed at the fact they were drenched, Ben was glitterbombed and now they had the operator's new little obsession to drag with them only for the damn human to be killed a while later.

-- Time skip because I don't know what to do.

The pastas and Y/N got to the mansion. It certainly looked.. something! Arrow ducked down to enter, considering her height as the others followed, Y/N being the last in. It was warmer and a pot bigger than it looked on the inside. Lights were on, and there were many, many other pastas there, causing chaos or just doing their own thing. The animals such as Smile Dog, Grinny Cat, and smile.hd were chilling out in the living room whilst others, such as Jeff and Jane, were once again arguing. The proxies urged Y/N forwards up one of many flights of stairs to their boss' office. Not that they wanted to. Plus, they were soaked from the rain, deciding it wanted a main character moment.

Y/N's pov;;

This place was insane. It was bustling with people (some looking more deranged than the last) and energy. The place was well furnished, which was a surprise compared to the outdated, dilapidated scene the outside created, and the place was a lot larger inside than it seemed. The carpets were clean, albeit the mud that I and the others had tracked in from the rain outside, and the odd other stains which could be dirt or blood. Who knows? Not me, that's for sure.

I was pushed forward by one of the freaks who seemed to be one of the more important people here. Not that I cared any less for this hierarchy in here, but I obliged and walked forwards, Arrow walking beside me as myself, Arrow, the guy I kicked in the nuts, the other two women and the youngest in this group, as we walked upstairs, the others that had previously been with us went on about their business and chaos inside this mansion. God, I'd like to live here. Well.. maybe if there were fewer people. God, I can only imagine dinners and lunch.

I looked around curiously at the environment of this place. It seemed nicely put together, and there were so. Many. Fucking. Doors. How many rooms does this one place need? Actually, it's probably a lot considering the sheer number of people I've seen in the 5 minutes I've been here.

After the 3rd flight of stairs, my legs started to hurt.

"How many stairs are in here? Jesus.."

I mumbled, mainly to myself but not caring if others heard me speaking.

Arrow spoke, firm and seeming a lot more professional.

"Only 2 more. This place does have quite a lot of stairs. Get used to it if you live, kid."

She didn't speak any further after that. Her tense posture and tone matched the other four behind us, who were muttering amongst themselves and holding themselves very firmly. This is.. a bit crazy.

Eventually, we came to a door. A large door. Arrow glanced back at the other four and sighed before knocking, a low authoritative voice called out, "Enter you six." And we all went in. It seemed like an office, but the strange...creature say at the desk was rather off-putting. It looked like a boiled egg on a stick wearing a suit. Not the best choice if I so say so myself..

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And THATS ALL FOLKS!! if you get the reference that was made at some point in this chapter, let me know.

Word count of 1300 exactly. Crazy. Well, anyways, go support my new book as it has probably better writing than this and says in 3rd person pov I'm pretty sure.

BYEEE!!

~Nova signing off