Cold: A Creepypasta X Reader (Finished)

Chapter 12: Gifts

"This is fucking bullshit!" I yell. "Why can't I come?!"

You don't have full control of yourself, so you stay here by yourself. Unless you want me to get Laughing Jack to babysit you. Slender commands. I puff my cheeks out in fustration. I turn away from him, crossing my arms. I feel his depressing aura disappear. I shake my head, running into my room.

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"My name is (Y/N) and this is the song I sing when I'm bored as fuck!" I start to sing, banging my tambourine. "It goes like this! Throw a knife! Shoot a gun, eat a kidney, clean the mansion, bang those drums, and don't quit now!"

I smirk, doing my workout for the day. AKA, do 100 push ups.

"I hate my chores so I do everyone's while they are out murdering people. Wish I could join them but I'm out of fuck-ing control!" I sing loudly. "Smiling, saying I'm fine when I'm really not. My mind is messed up and my heart is scarred. I chose to trust the wrong people. Are these the right people?!"

"No one ever showed me how to be a kid, so I act like one even though I'm fif-teen! But, I DON'T CARE! I LOVE IT! I DON'T CARE! I LOVE IT!" I scream. I fall to the ground, laughing.

"I punch your face because I like to see you in pain. I kick you in the chest because watching you be in pain is SO DAMN FUN! I giggle at your screams, chuckling at your begging. Maybe, you should have just listened." I sing, loudly.

I giggle, picking up my mess.

"Okay, so I have given Toby and Mom their gifts but, what am I'm going to get everyone else? I'm so glad they wore their accessories! Toby wore the bracelet and Mom put the grip on his knife. I'm so happy!" I squeal to myself.

A thought crosses my mind. I giggle darkly.

"I wonder what would happen if I... stole all of Masky's cheesecake?" I ask myself. I shake my head. "Bad idea.. note to self. Don't touch da chez cake." I remind myself. "Hm... that reminds me! I'll make Hoodie a gun grip and I'll make Masky a Get-Rid-Of-Toby-And-(Y/N)'s-Annoying-Antics-For-A-Day card."

I get to work.

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I sneak into Hoodie and Masky's room, smiling to myself. I set the card gently on Masky's pillow and the grip on Hoodie's. I smile, creeping out. I trot into the living room.

"So, what could I make Sally and BEN? Hm.. BEN..." I think, pulling out my 3ds. I sigh, sitting on the floor. I put my head in my hand. "BEN is cute."

I blush, covering my face with Dad's hood. I squeal. I take a deep breath, dropping the hood.

"How about.. a new controller? No, (Y/N)! That's stupid! He already has a gazillion. Ugh! I'll just come back to him. Sally... How about I make her a new dress? Yes, that's a good idea." I ponder. I quickly stand up, getting to work.

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I open Sally's door, walking in. I step around the toys on the ground. I walk over to her pink bed, setting the dress gently on her bed. I run back into the living room.

"Okay... Jill... I already know what to make her! A headband! Duh!" I shout. "Now... for Jane... let's see.. how about I make her a hat. Yeah, like one of those cute little ones you were on the side of your head! Yes!"

I get to work on my next creations.

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I step into Jill's room. Chainsaw blades decorate the walls. Candy is sprawled out on the ground. I step around the mess, placing the headband on her vanity. I walk out and over to Jane's room.

I walk inside. Inside are multiple pictures of Mom, a knife in every one. A few knives sit on her vanity. I set the little hat on her vanity, directly in the middle.

I walk back into the living room. I smile to myself. I sit on the floor.

"Okay, now I have Dad, BEN, Slendy, Smile, and Mark." I list out. I take a deep breath. I sigh heavily. Mark's dead. My mind starts to hurt. "I don't know right now. I'll practice control right now and come back to it with a fresh mind later." I explain to myself.

I cross my legs, my arms resting in my lap. I take a deep breath, I hold it in.

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I release the breath gently, pulling air back in, I starve my lungs. I take only shallow breaths. Soon, my lungs are full again. I groan, a headache coming.

"This anger I feel is so overwhelming. How mad are both my parents? This is fustrating." I ask calmly.

Suddenly, the walls start to bleed black tar. My eyes widen. I run to Dad's bedroom. I search, no kidneys. I hold my head, searching my room. No kidneys. I trip down the stairs, hitting the couch. The walls start to close in.

"No, no, no. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll be okay. I'm good, great. Never been better. Everything is going to be okay." I mumble to myself, holding my head.

Keep lying to yourself...

"I am not lying! I am fan-fucking-tastic! My life is perfect! Nothing is wrong! I live in a house full of murders and they all like me! I am perfectly fine." I tell myself.

My hands start to tingle. I look down, staring at my hands.

"You are not going to transform." I command my hands.

They ignore, starting to change. I force all of my aura into my hands, stopping them. The magic shrivels, the tingling stops. I look at my hands in disbelief.

"Hey, I did it... I did it. I did it! Mom, Dad, I... oh, yeah. Oh, well, I'll just tell them when they get back." I tell myself, shrugging. "But, for now. I sleep."

I lay on the hardwood floor, relaxing. Soon, pulled into a deep slumber.