Part 1
/AN This is just a random idea I got when I let my mind wander. Don't worry if you read this and are quite confused about some parts. It's based off of a creepypasta role play my friend and I are doing which is why you will recognize some pastas inside this and a lot of ocs. But not to fear, most of this story will end up being centered around Lucy so don't try to understand the characters we've developed in our rps. I was intending this to be a quick one-shot, but I actually ended up writing quite a bit for this. I have plans for this story and plan to update it quite frequently as it is still fresh in my head. Any questions, comments or anything else you may have, just leave a review and I'll answer them. If you like this story, I'd be glad to hear about it because it will give me more motivation to write! Alright. I think that's it. Bye~/
Lucy lay under the umbrage of the sycamore tree, doodling in her notebook as she enjoyed the feeling of the warm, fresh air. The other pastas played and relaxed in the backyard of the creepypasta house. Robin, Link and her twin brothers were playing in the sandbox. While Robin and Link were helping each other make the biggest sand castle they could, Gareth and Oliver were whispering to each other, giggling as they made different sand creations to test on an unbeknownst Jeff and BEN that were soaking up the sun. Most of the adults pastas and humans were sitting in chairs or laying on the grass soaking up rays and talking to each other, eager to get some time alone while the kids played and entertained themselves.
Lucy sighed a little and looked over at the kids when she heard them giggling and shouting. Gareth and Oliver had just thrown a sand bomb at Robin to test their invention, an action she didn't approve of one bit. She was scolding them as Link began to brush the sand out of her hair and off her new sundress. Lucy frowned when she noticed how dusty it was. 'That was such a pretty dress too.' She thought upset before glancing down at her own. It was a darker raspberry colour that was medium length long. Nothing special or pretty like that bright coloured, pin-striped sundress Robin was wearing. Lucy shook her head of the jealous thoughts, knowing that her mother would be sore if she heard her complain.
'Momma doesn't like a whiny brat.' Her mother's words reverberated throughout her head. She nodded and smiled to herself, continuing to draw in her book. 'Maybe I'll draw a picture of my pretty momma. She'll just have to put it up.' She thought eagerly and scribbled down some more.
Me…. Help me…
Lucy's eyes widened when she heard the voice. She looked up and scanned the area, but didn't see anyone there. She shrugged it off, thinking it was a part of her imagination, but before she could even touch the paper with her pencil, the voice spoke again.
Won't anyone help me?
She gasped before looking off into the distance. Her eyes fixed upon a shadowy figure that stood on the path leading into the woods. She sat up and turned to look at the figure, not able to distinguish anything about it. She pouted a little, staring it down before hearing moaning come from its direction. She quickly stood up and walked towards it, curiosity getting the better of her. When she started approaching the figure, she felt a hand clamp down on her shoulder.
"Ahh!" She screamed, frightened by the sudden sensation.
"What do you think you're doing? Are you going into the woods against your mother's words? Ooh I'm totally telling!" A young girl wearing a pink dress sneered. She had blooding dripping down from her head and a tattered teddy bear in her arms.
Lucy's eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. "What? No no! I'm not disobeying-"
She was cut off by giggling as the girl ran off towards the adults. Lucy gasped and held a hand out to try to stop her. "Miss Sally! Miss Sally wait!" She called out, but it didn't stop her.
Lucy ran after Sally, trying to catch up to the devious girl, but she was much younger than Sally, with smaller, slender legs that wouldn't be able to catch her in time. Lucy slowed down to a walk when she saw Sally yelling out to the adults. She frowned and shivered, speeding over to hide behind a small tree.
"Oh…" She whispered worried as she watched them from afar.
She saw the adults sit up from the chair and look over at her, before glancing over in the direction Sally pointed off to. Her direction. She saw the dark haired man with the wide smile lean over to talk to the woman sitting beside him. He always seemed to get mad at her, no matter what she would do, and this wouldn't help the already tenuous line of patience he had for her. The woman stood up and walked over from her chair alone. Lucy gasped and tried to hide herself more, thinking that if she couldn't see them, then they couldn't see her.
"Lucy?"
The sound of her name sent shivers up her own spine, but she let out a small sigh of relief at the tone of the woman's voice.
"Lucy? Lucy I can see you there. Come out."
Lucy let out a sigh and nodded, stepping out from behind the tree. Her head lowered in shame and slight fear as she stared at her feet. She rested her arms behind her back and frowned nervously as the woman's shadow covered her small body.
"Lucy. I heard from Sally that you tried to enter the woods. Is that true?" The woman asked in a calm voice.
Lucy didn't answer. She wanted to speak and explain herself, but knew this would only dig her grave deeper. When she didn't respond, the woman let out a long sigh.
"I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you try to sneak into the woods?"
"Yes ma'am…" Lucy mumbled, knowing all too well that they would favor Sally over her.
"Haaahhhh…" She flinched when she heard another sigh, this time longer and with a hint of exasperation in it. "You know you're not supposed to go into the woods." She said matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms.
Lucy simply nodded and mumbled again. "Yes ma'am…"
"Then why did you try to go into the woods Lucy?" Lucy could detect that same tone of slight annoyance the woman always had in her voice when she caught Lucy doing something she didn't like.
Lucy glanced over in the direction she saw the silhouette, but didn't see it there again. Glancing back down at the ground, she only shrugged. When the woman realized she wouldn't get any more out of her, she sighed and shook her head.
"Well when you're ready to speak, then we'll talk." She mumbled before reaching out and waving her hand towards Lucy, motioning for her to follow. "Come on. Let's go inside. I think we could all use a break."
Lucy glanced up just enough to see her hand and nodded. "Yes Miss Marissa. Sorry Miss Marissa..." She stepped out and started walking back to the house laggardly. She kept her head lowered and kicked a small rock that laid in her way. It bounced off the toe of her shoe and rolled, until clinking as it hit something. She looked up before gasping when she saw the irritation not easily masked by the man's always smiling face.
"Oh! I'm so sorry Mr. Jeff! I didn't know you were there!" She said bowing. She flinched when she felt the killer's annoyed aura permeate the air and shake her body.
Before the man could speak, he was called over by the woman before. He growled down at her, his overwhelming sense of disdain for the young girl almost sending her running in fear, but walked off towards his wife. Lucy peeked an eye open when the footsteps faded off. She tilted her head over so she could watch the adults interact with their children. BEN had already held Link in his arms and was speaking to him and smiling warmly while Jeff made his way over. Marissa was now kneeling down beside her daughter Robin, helping her brush off more sand and asking what happened while her husband, Jeff, knelt beside the twins while they pointed and laughed at the torment of their sister. The couple let out a sigh before chuckling and standing up. They held out their hands and intertwined their fingers with their three children's, forming a five person red-rover line as they headed toward the house.
Lucy frowned and looked down at her hands before looking back up at the row of hand holders. 'My hands can be held too.' She wished before walking towards the house again, forgetting about her notebook and drawings that lay in the grass under the umbrage of the sycamore tree.