~ Chapter 3; Irritated Answers ~

... MeannCat POV ...

"You mean you're family?" asked blue.

Yeah, until they told me their names I pretty much just called them by what color mask they were wearing. When I calmed my own temper down to keep from starting any trouble I looked over at him, almost with a questioning expression. I reminded myself that they thought I was normal, so obviously they thought I had a family taking care of me. It was half true but half not, since nobody at Slender Mansion were related except for Slenderman and two of his brothers that he lets live there.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," I said. "I guess since I'm adopted, I don't think of them as my family all that often."

Yeah, let's go with that. Since that seems like how things are at Slender Mansion, everybody is adopted. Though who are the parents? Well Slenderman acts like a father, sorta, and it is his home so Slendy is the father...and, hm, Trenderman acts more like a girl but still acts like he owns the place so~

"...your name?" asked one of them, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry, lost in my thoughts." I said.

Blue sighed. "I asked what your name is."

"Oh, my name is Katrina but everybody calls me Cat." I said, using my disguise name. "So, what's ya'lls names?"

"I see our guest is getting along with you four." said a deep voice.

The four looked and saw a humanoid rat walk in with his hands behind his back, once inside the now cramped room he stood in front of my bed. Blue looked like he was going to salute him like he was some military general.

"Aye Sensei." Blue said.

"They were just about to tell me their names," I said.

He nodded, but his eyes were on my stomach where the injury was. Confused I looked and saw the blanket had a small red stain. "I guess me trying to get made my injuries begin bleeding again."

"Donatello, go get some more gauz." the rat, Sensei, ordered.

"Aye Sensei." purple said, noticing the red before dashing off.

Sensei walked around the bed and pulled a chair away from the wall to set it closer to the bed where he sat. "You shouldn't be getting up, you're injuries have not had enough time to heal."

"I know, but I didn't know where I am so I tried to get up and see." I said.

Hm...to think, they would be asking about Rake instead of lecturing me about trying to get up. After all, the four turtles did save me from Rake so obviously they saw him and have explained it all to this rat. So, why aren't asking about the uggly human thing on all four that has metal blades coming from his hands?

Donatello soon comes back. "Here you go Sensei," he hands the rat an emergency kit. "I don't understand why her injuries are bleeding again though."

"Neither do I." Sensei said.

...

Sensei ushers the turtles out and closes the door behind them, though because of the voices outside the door I knew they hadn't gone back to what they had been doing before. I shoved the blanket off me, allowing Sensei to help me up into a sitting position. Though my injuries hurt I had no choice but to keep myself in a position, while he changed the gauze, wrapping a bit more around my stomach than before. Once done, I layed back down while he put the blanket back over me.

"Master Splinter, can we come back in?"

"Yes, my sons." Sensei said.

The turtles came back in then, "Are you okay, Katrina?" asked Blue.

"Yes, I've had bad injuries before." I said.

Sensei shook his head, probably not likeing my annoyed tone of voice. Which was odd since Red had the same kind of tone of voice, why not shake his head at him?

"How are you still alive?!" Orange exclaimed.

I chuckled. "I don't even know...uh, whatever your name is."

"Oh yeah, we never got to introduce ourselves!" Blue said in sudden realization.

"Yup."

"My name is Leonardo, but you can call me Leo." Blue said.

Orange suddenly appeared on my other side. "My name's Michaelangelo, but call me Mikey! Do you want to see my comics?"

I smiled and nodded, though mentally all I wanted to do was call the mansion and ask for someone to come and get me out of this dump. These turtles are really starting to annoy me, and I just now met them. I watched as Mikey ran out of the room to go get his comics before anybody could say anything.

"Well," I said. "Uh, what's your name, Red?"

"Don't call me red!" snapped Red. "My name is Raphael."

I growled. "No need to be all grouchy. I guess I won't answer any questions ya'll have now that I was yelled at for no reason."

"Raph!" Donnie and Leo yelled.

"How did you know we were going to ask you about anything?" asked Sensei, raising an eyebrow.

"Well I would if I saw someone stand their ground, unafraid when a weird creature came at them ready to kill them." I shrugged.

Beside me Sensei, or as Donnie called him, Master Splinter nodded. "Tell me young one, do you know who or what that mutant was?"

I nodded. "His name is Rake, and I've seen him many times before."

"Really?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, actually lots of people have." I answered. "But nobody will beleive the people who have seen Rake, check online, you'll find many people calling the witnesses liars or crazy. Same for the beleivers."

"He's online?" Donnie asked.

I yawned. "Yeah, just go to google and search up CreepyPasta Rake. Creepypasta is one word, it is a wiki and a website. I suggest the wiki, where he was first mentioned."

...

Since then, which was two hours ago I have been explaining things about the Rake and creepypasta. Though since these mutants count as mortals I can't say much or else I have to kill them, rule one for pastas to follow...kill mortals that know too much, which is why we're never to become friends with mortals or fall in love with any. So I gave so little information it made Donnie and the rest of them leave to go search it up on the internet. How they have internet, or even a computer, I will never know...since they not only count as mortals but also count as freaks at the same time.

Mikey unfortunently remained with me in the room they gave me, reading his comics to me about lame monsters attacking humans that easily defeated them. At first it was interesting, with the monster killing the humans, but in the end the remaining human or humans defeated the monster. So lame and cliche.

After a while though I interrupt him while he's reading a comic about some alien monsters, a comic that seemed to scare him to no end. "Hey Mikey, where is my bag anyway?"

"Oh, it's over here!" he chirped, reaching to the end of the bed and grabbing my bag from off the floor.

"Thanks, now I can call and tell my 'family' that I'm fine." I lied.

Mikey frowned. "You won't tell them about us, will you?"

"No, of course not!" I lie again. "I don't them to call the government and make you five some science expirement!"

"Great!" he says.

I dig through my bag, taking care not to cut myself on the hatchet that was still in there and that oddly didn't cut a hole in my bag. Eventually I find the phone BEN had taken from one of the people he drove insane and fixed up to where nobody could track it and so it could still be used to call someone even after the number was shut down.

"Ooo! Can I have you're number?!" Mikey asked happily.

"Why?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

His smile fell. "Aren't we friends?"

He made a puppy dog face, kind of like Smile would do when I made candy bacon. I originally would've said no, but that face! It was so pitiful!

"Yes we are." I sighed.

"Yay!" he snatched my phone out of my hand and put his number in my phone.

When he gave my phone back, I exited out of my contacts list which only had two numbers- one being his number, the other being BEN's number. Wait. I glared at my contacts' list, knowing I never put BEN's number in my phone.

"I'll send you a text, you can add me to your contacts." I muttered to Mikey. "It'll say 'Meow'. Okay?"

Me- Meow

Mikey's phone went off, he grabbed it and practically squealed like a little girl. "Sweet! I got a new friend."

"Mind leaving, so I can talk to my family?" I asked.

"Sure."

... Donatello POV ...

Sitting down on the couch my brothers almost emmediatly gather around me to watch me open the internet and go to google. I typed in exactly what Cat had said C-R-E-E-P-Y-P-A-S-T-A with a space and R-A-K-E.

What comes up is a a wiki called 'CreepyPasta' as well as a website called 'CreepyPasta' along with a few youtube videos with sightings of Rake. Pictures that were almost exactly like that thing showed at the top, just like she said...I was perplexed by this since it was a creature that obviously wanted to stay hidden seeing how we never saw it before last night, and on a nearly completely deserted street too. I clicked on the wiki since it was highest on the list and read over the notes someone had taken, of news articles from some kind of news paper and from news reports on TV.

The page ended with diary entries this person had published and the hurtful comments people wrote. Everybody seemed to be saying this person was telling a lie, that it was all fake, and that their story didn't sound real or scary at all.

"Wow, people can be so mean!" Mickey said.

He was right by my ear, so I shoved him off. "I thought you were in her room, reading your comics to her."

"I gave her, her bag and she's using her phone to call her family!" Mikey replies. "I gave her some privacy."

Undertsandable. "This is as helpful as, Cat was." grumbled Raph.

"Here, let me go to another page," I said. "Perhaps someone else knows something."

A/N

Oh jeez! This took two days to write, one to write it. The other to use a better idea on how it should be. And dang, it looks like I typed up a lot. The scrolling thingy at the edge of the word window is small now. Not itsy bitsy small, just small.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, because I had fun writing it. Even if it took forever. But hey! That's okay.

I just wanted to tell you guys and gals about something before you leave, I will use anybody's creepypasta character (or maybe even TMNT character) if any of you want it in this story. All I need is a very good description of their appearence and personality and love life, just in case I add romance to this story...and perhaps how they kill (if a creepypasta) and how they fight (either creepypasta or TMNT, since everybody fights some way). After all MeannCat pretty much uses her life with the pastas to describe her time with the turtles.