THIS IS MY FIRST CREEPYPASTA FANFICTION, PLZ DON'T HATE!

If Jeff or any of the other characters seem out of character, sorry. If any of you have ever written any Creepypasta x OC/Reader, you probably know how difficult it is to portray a psycho murderer.

(Eight Years Ago)

The young girl watched stared at the surgeon with wide, wide, eyes. She had such innocent, naive eyes, the surgeon noted sadly. With these news, a little bit of that innocence would vanish.

"My wife?" The stern-looking man sitting next to the girl questioned. Though his face displayed no emotion, the slight wild look in his eyes betrayed his fear. He was afraid to know the answer to the question. "How is she?"

The surgeon paused, unsure of how to respond. This was not his first time delivering tragic news to a family, but it never got any easier. How do you tell a person's family, especially when that person has a young child, that they are dying? There was no right, no easy way to say it. You just had to make it seem as gentle as possible and brace for the pain in their eyes.

"There's no easy way to say this," the surgeon began. "But...she is...she won't..."

"ANSWER ME!" The man bellowed, standing abruptly. Next to him, the little girl whimpered a little, partly out of shock that her father had shouted, partly out of fear for her mother. Though she was too young to understand the full extent or gravity of the situation, her instincts told her that something, something,was not right. Her mother? What was wrong with her mother? She hadn't been coming home for the past few days, instead staying in this cold, sterile, stiff place. The girl didn't understand. Was her mother going away? Did she have a new family? Why was she moving so little?

"She won't make it." the doctor said.

Silence hung in the air.

Just as suddenly as he'd stood, the man slumped back down into his chair and put his head in his hands. The girl watched him curiously. What was happening? Why was Father sad? Something bad had happened to Mother. She understood that much. Her mother would never be the same again, but how so?

Leaving the grieving father in solitude with his daughter, the surgeon stepped back into the operating room, unable to stand the sadness permeating the air. Every time this news was delivered, there was the same feeling. First denial, the comprehension, the acceptance. And then there was that terrible despair. The silence, the stillness, the pain that nothing could possibly rival. The knowledge that a person you loved was about to die. That they weren't coming back after this.

But only after a few minutes, the surgeon came back into the waiting area. "The patient...she would like to speak with her family." he said quietly. The words one last time weren't added, but very clearly implied, even to the little girl.

The father lurched to his feet, taking his daughter's hand, desperate yet afraid to hear his wife's last words. What would they be? What would she say?

The surgeon led the two into the operating room, where the mother was lying on a hospital bed, blood covering the sheets. Her face was pale and wan, and her once vibrant eyes were vacant and dull, though the life in them had not fully been extinguished. That, too, would happen soon enough.

Weakly, the woman reached out toward the man and young girl, her hand trembling from the effort. The man's stoic facade broke down as tears slipped from his eyes, his hand enveloping his wife's. Her skin was cold.

"Thomas..." she whispered weakly. Her dry, cracked lips curved upward to form a slight smile. "I love you. Take care of our daughter. I'll...never leave you. Don't forget...that."

A sob broke from the man. His wife's words did nothing to alleviate his pain. He'd never see her after this. He could never hold her, kiss her. And Annabeth...he glanced down at the little girl watching the scene with watery eyes. She'd grow up without a mother. By herself. He couldn't be a father. He knew he couldn't. "Sharon..."

Sharon's bleak eyes trailed down to her daughter. "Annabeth..."

Said girl looked up, face frightened. Something bad was happening. She didn't know what, but something bad was happening.

"Listen to me." Sharon whispered. "Be strong, okay sweetie? Don't...let anyone push you around, understand? You're...going to grow up to be...a beautiful, independent, strong young woman...okay? Promise me...that you won't let...anyone tell you...what to think...how to act...what to do. And most of all...don't...ever let someone own you. Promise?" Her fingers gripped Annabeth's hand feebly.

The young girl had heard her mother tell her this many times before, even before everything turned bad. The words were drilled into her head, even if she didn't fully understand what they meant yet. She squeezed her mother's hand gently. "I promise, Mommy."

Sharon smiles. A genuine, real smile. Her daughter would grow up to be brave, strong, and independent. She could already tell. "I love you, sweetie." she murmured.

Annabeth nodded, tears blurring her vision. "I love you too, Mommy."

Sharon's body fell limp. Her eyes closed.

They never opened again.

Aaaaaand, prologue completed. I'm so sorry if it sucks. I feel like it did. AAAAHHHHH!

Btw, updates are probably going to be slow, because I have school(Ugh), and you know how much time that takes out of your schedule.

Thanks for reading, and see ya guys soon!~