Hey, guys! This is my first story on here so please be nice! This IS a Creepypasta story, for I am in love with the fandom. It is an OC x The Puppeteer. There will also be a little bit of Ticci Toby x OC, Homicidal Liu x OC, and Eyeless Jack x OC but the main pairing is The Puppeteer x OC. ^^ Please follow, favourite, and review! Thank you for listening and here is the first chapter!

October 17, 20XX

Dear Diary,

Good evening. Tonight is the night. The night in which I finally do it. I have been seeing strange glowing yellow eyes in the corner of my room recently but for some odd reason...I do not feel afraid. If anything...I feel protected. Is that weird? Yes? No? Okay. Anyway, I can only make out the glowing yellow eyes. I do not know if they are connected to a body or if they are just floating eyes. I started seeing the eyes around September 25. Around October 8, I began talking to the glowing yellow eyes, telling them about my day and how my day usual goes. I never receive a response but that makes me kind of happy. Though, sometimes I wish I did get a response.

Last night, I had a dream. The same glowing eyes were in my dream except...a person was revealed. He told me his name was...gosh, now I do not remember. But he told me that it would be a good idea to kill my parents because of everything they've done to me. "They deserve it," he'd said. And I agree. They do deserve it. So...tonight might be the last night in which we speak. I have had you for many years now. We've so many memories together. But it is time to say goodbye.

Love,

Jessica Waters

I stretch my arms as I yawn softly. It's three in the morning, the dead hour. I smirk to myself and toss my legs over the side of the bed. I lightly push myself onto my feet and pad over to my closet. As I walk, I crack my neck and my knuckles. I open my closet and search through my clothes. I hum softly in thought as I find a plain, black, long sleeved shirt, plain, black leggings, and matching black knee-length socks. I hum softly still as I remove my Black Butler tank top and my black shorts.

I slip on the long sleeved shirt over my head then tie my long, white blonde hair up in a loose bun. I grab the leggings and slip them on. I pick up the socks and slip those on over the leggings.

"Shoes...or combat boots? Which are quieter?" I think aloud in a whisper.

Something catches my eye in my perepheril vision. My ninja shoes for my Sasuke Uchiha cosplay. I pick them up and smirk.

"These. Are perfect."

I put on the ninja shoes then walk into my bathroom connected to my bedroom. I flick on the bathroom light and stare at the girl in the mirror.

I take my hair out of the bun and brush it out with my skull brush. I sigh softly and gaze at myself in the mirror.

"My, my...how much I've changed over the years…" I mumble, setting the brush on the counter.

I lift my arms and pin my hair back before slipping on a hair net to keep my hair in place. I open the vanity mirror and grab my skull ski mask. I stare at it for a few seconds before slipping it on carefully over my head and the hair net. I open one of the drawers and grab my black gloves.

As I reach for my black tinted skiing goggles, the bathroom light flickers before turning off. I look around, my heartbeat quicking.

"I'm surprised you're actually listening to me…" A voice says behind me.

The lights flicker back on and I stare wide eyed in the mirror. The boy from my dream is right behind me.

"Y..You were in my dream. Y-You're real?"

The boy smirks at me.

"Of course I'm real. You've been speaking to me for the past couple weeks."

My eyes widen and I quickly turn around. He's really there. In the flesh and blood.

"N..No...I-Impossible!"

He chuckles darkly and reaches a hand out, stroking my cheek.

"I am very real, my dear. Don't you dare think otherwise. Now...The death of your parents is waiting."

My body begins to shake from his touch, my hands trembling from anxiety.

"You...You're not real...There's no possible way that you're real...You're a Creepypasta...You're The Puppeteer… You can't be real!"

He laughs darkly and pins my hands to the vanity counter. He leans in close to my face and I almost, just almost, think he's going to kiss me but his lips steer away from mine, grazing my cheek, and are placed beside my ear.

"I can sense you cowering in fear...There's no need to be afraid, Jessica. The time has come for you to join us...Everyone else is awaiting your arrival. Slender has sent me to retrieve you. If you don't hurry, I'll force you to kill your parents, then we'll be on our way."

I take a shaky breath and close my eyes.

"...Alright." I mumble.

He grins and in a few mere seconds, he dissipates into the air. I heave out a breath and bend over, placing my hands on my knees. Never, have I ever, been this shaken up in my life. Not even when I found out that my aunt and cousins had been murdered a couple years back. I fan myself lightly, trying my best to calm down. I walk out of my bathroom, turning off the light, and enter my bedroom. I walk to my nightstand and open up the drawer. I dig around before grabbing the knife I'd hidden there a year ago.

I grab my phone and slip it into my sleeve, making sure it's turned off completely. I walk to my door and put on the goggles I grabbed earlier. I open my bedroom door and slowly, silently close it. Once it's latched shut, I make my way to my parents' room, my feet padding down the hallway without a sound. I reach their door and take a breath, slowly opening the door. I silently pad over to bed and sneer. Mom and Dad are cuddling with happy smiles on their faces, all peaceful. The sight disgusts me.

I tighten my grasp on the knife in my hand and walk over to Mom's side of the bed, glaring at her.

"Goodnight…" I whisper.

I stab the knife into her chest, specifically her heart, six times. I slit her throat and then slit her wrists, six times. Finally, I stab her stomach six times, her intestines and organs spilling onto the bed. Above her head, in her blood, I write '666' and step away. I walk over to my father's side of the bed next.

"Sleep tight…"

I repeat the same process I did with my mother, writing '666' above his head as well.

"Don't let the dead bite." I sneer.

I run out of their room and down the hall, towards the stairs. I run down the stairs and to the back door. I open the door with the hand that isn't bloody and holding my knife and step out. I shut the door behind me and run towards the woods in my backyard. My heart is pounding loudly in my ears, my blood is rushing from the adrenaline, my legs are shaking.

I continue to run until my legs can't take it any longer. I finally stop running, only to trip over an uprooted tree root and fall to my knees.

"Fuck!" I hiss in pain, my leggings ripping at the knees.

I stand up and look around my surroundings. There's fog everywhere and it's thick. Super thick. The trees are over twenty feet tall. There's no leaves on the trees whatsoever and some trees are at least a minimum of five feet wide while others are a mere couple inches wide.

I begin to walk around, turning on my phone.

"I must be in Slender's woods...I wonder if The Puppeteer is waiting to escort me or something...Maybe one of Slender's other proxies? Who knows…" I sigh.

Once my phone is turned on, I turn on the flashlight and start looking around. I begin walking to my right and make sure to keep my guard up. You know know who or what is out here. I hear a twig snap behind me and I quickly turn around, looking for a sign of someone. I see glowing, yellow eyes and...