Fictions come to life

by sushigirl67

alex used to believe in creepypastas when she was little until one day she came home with a bloody nose. she got in a fight with a kid who said they weren't real. her mom sat her down and told her they weren't real. later when she is older. she begins seeing homestuck trolls and creepypastas.

1. Chapter 1

Fictions come to life

By Evelyn Orndorff

I was strolling down the sidewalk with my friend. She told me there was a new killer in the town. I shake my head. "No there isn't. I mean come on, we never have serial killers." She nods franticly. "There is, I swear. They told us on the news, didn't you watch it?" she asks. I shake my head. "I was doing homework." I say. My friend's name is Bethany. She has long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and she dresses beautifully. I on the other hand am ugly. I have longish dark brown hair with side bangs that aren't really side bangs anymore, blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles. Bethany had been invited by me to come to my house for the weekend. She always came over during the weekends. I mean, what would I do without her? She's smart, good at cooking, sports, arts, writing, just about anything. Don't get me wrong, I am a little jealous of her perfectness. I'm not really the girlfriend type. I LOVE to draw and I listen to Japanese vocaloids and skrillex. I eat all the time but I won't get fat, at least that's what my mom says. From my POV I am fat. I weigh almost 105 pounds at the age of 12. I've only had two boyfriends in my whole life but that doesn't matter, I'm not interested in boys. Except for a boy I've had a crush on, but I never got around to telling him. I remember how I believed that all kinds of fiction characters were real, but when I realized that that was impossible, I stopped believing. I knew it was stupid to believe in those things but at the time, it sounded real. When I would tell Bethany how these things were real, she would just nod and give suggestions. No matter what situation you're in, Bethany would find a way without being mean, she always did. One time, I tried to draw like her, I even took art lessons, but my drawings never came out right. I remember when we would have contests, contests to see who could be best at whatever. Bethany didn't like them, she said it wasn't fair because she may be good at something and I wouldn't or I would be good at something and she wouldn't. So I would agree, but the next time we met, we'd have another contest. Mostly it would be me who would want to have them, and Bethany would be nice, like always, and say yes. Each time she would beat me at the contest but afterwards she would tell me, "You did your best and you had fun, so everyone's a winner." I would nod my head but when she left I would pout in my bedroom. The memories flooded though my mind. But that was when we were nine. I still felt that urge to beat her at something, anything, but the hunger wasn't as bad as when we were little. I left it alone after a while and went on. I realized I will never be as perfect as her, I should be proud to have her as my best friend, I should find my own special talent. And here we are now, twelve years old, Bethany visiting my house for probably the 700th time. I walk into the door and shake the snow off. It was very cold this winter, almost 20 below zero. Even though it was cold outside, our house was so hot it made you miss the frosty coldness of the snow. Bethany walks in and shakes her boots off, takes them off, sets them over on the matt, and hangs her winter gear up on the rack. We weren't exactly rich but our house was a decent size. My mom worked late and my dad did too, so it was just me and Bethany but we didn't mind. I walk to my room. I slide the door open and we walk in. our house is on top of our house, so the garage/basement isn't underground, it's like the first floor and what we would think is the first floor is actually the second floor. Yes, it was a little confusing at first but after a few days I was used to it. I didn't have much friends come over. In fact I think Bethany is the only FRIEND that comes over. My room is light blue. a bunk bed stands in the middle of the room sticking out with about three to four feet of room to walk around. The bunk bed has a bottom and a top with a ladder. The top bed has blue stripy sheets, a blue feather blanket with swirly designs on it, and two pillows with baby blue cases. The bottom bunk had blue polka dot sheets, a blue feather blanket with triforces on it, and two pillows with dark blue cases. The top bunk had a dark blue canopy with white stars. You can tell I love blue, Bethany likes green. On the left side of my bed there was a wall with pictures I had drew and tapped on there. Against the wall my bed was against was a small, white, wooden book shelf, which held chapter books of all sorts. Cat books, vampire books, suspense books, drama, tragedy, romance, fiction, nonfiction, flat books, thick books, big books, small books, all kinds of books and it didn't stop there. Another small book shelf similar to the other one stood beside it again filled with books. Mostly I liked chapter books, I would collect the interesting books at the thrift store and use my allowance to buy them, then I would stash them in my book shelves. In front of the book shelves, a few feet apart, stood a plastic drawer cart. It had a white frame and the drawers were see through. Inside the drawers were notebooks, paper, packets, crayons, buttons, markers, glitter, pipe cleaners, colored paper, googley eyes, papers from school to keep and study over summer break, rocks, glue, hot glue guns, and so much more. Next to the drawer cart was a closet on the left wall. Inside were shirts and jeans hung by hangers. Below it was a plastic, dark gray toy bin. It was filled with all sorts of toys but it seemed to fit all in the box, not a piece hanging out. Each time I go through my toys I find something new. On the left side of the inside of the closet are small shelves, at least 3 or 4, about 4 inches long. On the shelves sat different pairs of shoes. At the top of the closet there is a storage shelf. Then above it is a smaller storage shelf. Three boxes sit on the first shelf and on the second shelf sits one box. On the next wall there are two windows with white shades. On the next wall it caves in like a square. There is a dirty laundry basket. Next to that is a white, metal basket cart. It holds clothes of all sorts, and lastly there is a black desk with a note book, a cup of pencils, pens, markers, and colored pencils, and a red swirly chair. On the ceiling there are glow in the dark stars of all sizes. Bethany walks over to my desk and studies my drawings I had left out yesterday night. I didn't want her to see my sucky drawings so I ran and flipped them over. "Heh, heh, just some stupid sketches." I say. "They're not stupid. I like them." she says. I nervously laugh and head towards my wall. Most of the day we played on our laptops, talked about school, stuff like that. When I heard my mom's car door, we ran outside. I greeted her and something caught my eye. I glanced over at the house across the street. There was a boy hauling boxes off a truck and into the house, he was new. He had bluish, grayish skin, yellow and orange horns that pointed straight out then went up, his upper jaw had sharp teeth but his bottom jaw had normal teeth. He wore a black short sleeved jacket and a black shirt with a zodiac sign. I shake my head, cosplay? The boy stops, waits a second or two, and then turns to look at me. He waves, I slightly wave back. I couldn't believe my eyes, a home stuck troll. I turn and ignore the fact that I am seeing a fiction character. I walk back in. Bethany and I make a big bed on the floor in the living. We pop popcorn. The smell of butter and popcorn fills the kitchen. We pile down on the bed of blankets and sheets and blankets on top of blankets. We turn a movie on and eat our popcorn. After a half an hour into the movie, we are finished with our popcorn and are almost asleep when it starts to rain. A loud crack of thunder startles us. We look over at each other and giggle. We scoot closer to each other and lay down to sleep. We always thought that the closer you are to your best friend, the safer you will be. An hour or two I wake up to the thunder. Bethany is a heavy sleeper and didn't wake. I sat back down and tried to fall asleep for about 10 min. but I just couldn't sleep. I stand up and walk to the restroom. I wash my hands and open the door. When i do, I hear a slightly loud crash coming from the kitchen. "Bethany?" I tip toe to the kitchen. It's so dark I can only see what's right in front of me. I look in and see a dark figure. "Bethany?" no answer. I reach feel all over the wall for the light switch. When my fingers touch the light switch the figure races towards me. I quickly switch the light and in a split second, I see something I never thought I'd see.