Smiley kept looking at a second suitcase Rhy had, and was muttering to himself.
Slenderp ushered them outside and into the white van.
Slendy: Buckle up children!
He got a few knives, swords, and scissors thrown at his head in response.
Slendy easily set them to the side and started the van.
I would say how the car ride went, but nothing interesting happened.
MOVING ON!
~ 30 minutes later (We're jumping around a lot today!) ~
Rhy and Brooke shoved the rest of the creepypastas out of the van and threw their suitcases on top of them.
There was a chorus of yelps followed by a few thumps.
Slendy looked back at them from the driver's seat.
Slenderp: Now, remember children! When I come back to get you in a week, I want you all here and alive.
Slendy stomped on the gas and the van went speeding off into the distance.
Brooke: He didn't say anything about maiming...
The creepypastas, with the exception of Rhy, visibly paled and gulped.
Smiley: Um... well... let's see what we're dealing with here....
They all turned around and their jaws dropped.
Dark: There's no way we're staying here...
BEN: FOOOOOOOOOOOD.
Brooke: Meh.
They weren't staring in amazement, I'll tell you that.
Instead, they were staring at nothing.
Me: Eh?
Jane: Where is everything?
Smiley: I think Slenderman mentioned something about us having to start from scratch or something....
Brooke: UM... yeah, no.
Me: *pulls out stick from pocket* READY FOR SOME MAGIC!?
Smiley: What the heck is that?
Me: Eh? *looks at stick* This is my wand!
Dark: Yeah right. Give me that stick, it can be used for the fire.
Me: GET BACK. STAY AWAY FROM MY WAND.
Jeff: That isn't a wand.
Me: Wanna bet?
Brooke: I wouldn't if I were you...
Jeff: Yeah, I wanna bet.
Me: The price?
Jeff: I'll be your personal servant for a week! And if it isn't a wand, you have to be mine.
Me: Ok. *grins deviously*
Rhy motioned for them to step back while she got to work. She held the wand out in front of her, and pointed it towards the spot where they were supposed to be camping. She waved it around a couple of times, as if she were testing it out. Nothing happened.
Jeff: HA! Told you it wasn't a wand!
Brooke: Shut up and watch...
Smiley: It's not a wand.
Me: ΣΠΙΤΙ. (SPITI).
BEN: Spit?
Brooke: No. Spiti. The greek word for home.
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My Days With The Creepypastas
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