With a sigh, Luna sat in the stairwell, waiting for her friends. Her long auburn hair was done up in a ponytail, her outfit complimenting her deep viridian eyes. As soon as she spotted her friends striding toward her, she gave a crooked smile and stood up.
"Hey, losers!", she energetically greeted. Three double shot espressos could do amazing things to a 15 year old.
"Hey, Luna. God, It's too early for this shit.", grumbled Sierra, running her hands through her raven hair.
"Tell me about it, man.", Bret yawned. His shaggy brown hair seemed slightly disheveled.
Luna chuckled, and walked to class with them.
Later that day, Luna came home from school with a bland and exhausted look on her face.
Rubbing her eyes, she thought to herself, "Gee, Luna, I guess drinking your weight in caffeine wasn't such a good fuckin idea, huh?"
Luna was a pretty normal kid, despite being a bit socially awkward and a little nihilistic at times. The biggest difference about her though, was that she was a rather large fan of Creepypasta. People found it odd due to her upbeat and rational atittude, but the unsettling stories tended to enrapture and deeply facinate her.
As tired as she was, Luna smiled as she heard a little voice call her name from the living room.
"Luna! You're home!", the little boy squealed as he threw himelf onto his sister.
"Hey, Reese! How was school?", Luna questioned, smiling.
The 6 year old's expression brightened as he exclaimed, "Today I made a new friend! His name is L.J!"
This caused Luna to hesitate as she asked,"Oh. What does "L.J" look like? Is he a kid from school?"
"Nu-uh, he's super tall, and he wears black and white, and he looks like a Jack in the box clown! He gave me candy and everything!", the child explained, delighted to share the news of his new "friend".
Luna's eyes grew wide with fear. "Oh god, it can't be..."