Author's Note:
...I have no shit to say.
By the way, uh, I may need some help with the Regular Show story. ._. Any volunteers?
Anyone?
Also, happy father's day to all the men out there. *coughcouhgraperscoughcough*
...uh...I think that's all. I have no other shit to say now.
Oh! And we have a huge touch screen computer! I just WUV it! :D
I can finally type again! WHOOOOOOOOO!
Oh, and Al (Guest) ...I have no fucking idea. I just decided to do this for a little bit. I was bored from the Truth or Dares after a while. So...eh?
e-e
Enjoy...
With Slendy and the others...
As White sat in the chair, her eyes rolled to the back of the head and drool pooling from the sides of her mouth, Eyeless Jack walked up and unstrapped her from the seat and carried her next door and tossed her on a wooden table, which knocked her into consciousness.
"Oh...my Glob...that sparklness..." White whimpered and screamed before Jack slapped her out of it.
"Now, child," Slendy started, walking up to her, "...the second part of the list. We change you into one of us," (This is a result from one of the quizzes I took yesterday or a couple days ago, don't remember, but she is ...cool, you could say. *srugs and evilly smiles*)
Everyone around her laughed evilly and slowly walked up to White, who slowly backed away before Slendy's tentacles grabbed her and held her down.
"NO!" she shouted, struggling to get out of his grasp. "PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! AFTER TWILIGHT!? OH MY GLOB!"
Jack laughed evilly as Sally took out a large needle with thread. "You must be patched up," she rasped and lunched at White with the needle as Slendy continued to hold her down.
Jack laughed and joined in the fun as Slendy just stood there, holding White as her screams slowly died away to uneasy quietness, before her skin was pulled away and reassembled with light skin... (You just gotta love horror movies, I tell ya! :D)
Marceline's P.O.V.
As I led the group down with the torch in my hand, maniacal laughter was heard all around us, and we all froze in place. Sweat dripped down the side of my face as the air around us, or me, really, slowly grew humid until I couldn't breathe anymore. Not that I need it, but I still do, for special purposes.
"You guys should come down for dinner. We'll have delicious food to eat on..." a voice said as I gritted my teeth together, before Finn's warm hand grabbed my cold hand, "And then, you can sleep peacefully..." (Can anyone guess who that is? e-e)
I only blinked as the maniacal laughter grew quieter and quieter until it stopped, and we were relieved.
For only a little bit.
I turned to Finn and smiled at him as he smiled back at me, before Drake came up and disturbed our moment by stepping in between us and facing me.
"Hey, the announcer said we need to move. So, let's move, woman!" he said, looking up at me since I was a bit taller that him by...I dunno, half an inch, I guess. "I don't want to die. I'm too beautiful." he patted his chest.
Jake snickered before Drake turned around to glare at him, and he suddenly stopped laughing. He whistled a quick tune and turned his head away as Drake narrowed his eyes at him.
It seems he was having a bad mood. Wonder why, Drake...?
"What's so funny, you little mutt?" he growled, and Finn then became defensive.
"Hey! That's my dog you're talking to here!" Finn barked. (no, not literally barked. If he did, I think this would be a funny conversation. XD) "He's not a mutt, so shut up, or else!"
"Or what?" he then turned to Finn, snarling at him. "You'll kill me! Hah! Go ahead and try!"
Finn growled like a cougar and took out his long demon sword with a shing, which made my senses tingle. I blinked and slowly became confused. I don't know why my body did this every time Finn took out his sword. It was like I sensed danger, but I didn't see it, nor believed it.
I groaned and grabbed my head as I passed the torch to Henry, and starting swaying back and forth, before I fell to the ground.
"Marcy?" Marianne kneeled beside me and felt my head; her hand was soft, warm and peachy. I slightly shivered against the touch, but I wasn't cold. "Marcy, are you sick?"' she asked me.
I groaned and shook my head 'no'.
"Well, you seem pretty warm." she tilted her head at me. "Are you ok? Marcy!"
I paid no mind because my vision slowly began to blacken, and I then turned my head to the side to see a smile in the darkness, and lifted my hand up, but then I dropped it, because it felt like a thousand bricks were in my hand.
"...th...there...is a...p...per..." I pointed to the darkness as a pair of black shoes came up a bit closer. "...person." I then blacked out.
...hmm...
I'm gonna go with Slendy's P.O.V.:
As Jack and Sally jumped off of the new Creepypasta victim, I had my tentacles let her go and looked at her new appearance, astonished of how beautiful she looked.
She had a slender, curvy body with pale skin and still had her old, dark, mysterious eyes, but her skin was patched up with stitches as if she was a porcelain doll sewed back together instead of being glued back together, since her skin was a bit uneven in places. She had short black hair and wore a gray shirt with a black vest, a pair of black jeans and black boots.
Apparently, Sally must've found some of Jeff's old clothes while they fixed her up. ...I think they're Jeff's clothes.
Jack had walked away for a moment to come back with a deadly scythe with a dangerous blade, and gave it to the new person that had no name yet.
"Here you go, madame," he said, and bowed in front of her.
She growled and took the scythe from his gloved hands (I think he wears gloves... O-0) and inspected it, and then approved of the weapon.
"Hmm...I like it. Needs to be sharpened a bit, but it looks like it's in good condition." even her own voice was different; she sounded like a darker, scarier version of Black Widow from Avengers.
Yes, it's surprising that I know the Avengers. Gotta love the movies. ;D
What? Creepypasta and other people like Freddy Kruger and Jason watch movies too! We have movie nights! Don't judge us!
...ok. ...we get lonely sometimes. We rarely get mortals nowadays. T-T *sniffs*
Jack cleared his throat, which made me turn to him and out of my personal thoughts.
"Her name is Lady Patchwork." Sally said. "She kills people then patches them up differently, and then takes her favorite body part and does something with it."
"...Wow. I'm impressed with you two." I nodded in gratitude. Or something. Well, it's something better than approval!
You get the point...
"Yes. You should be, since you didn't get my teddy back!" Sally spat, and huffed.
I sighed. "I said I'll do it later, Sal."
"But he's my favorite teddy!"
I sighed.
"Fine. But it'll have to wait."
"Yay!" she jumped up in happiness and spun around me for a moment as Lady Patchwork stared at her with blankness. "Now, as I was saying...Jack?" she then stopped and pointed to him.
"Patchwork here has the scythe as her weapon, since she had one of her own," Jack said, a hand extended out to her, "which was originally Death's scythe. Once the person sees her or her grin, she begins to follow them. They would see her there, but they don't in the next moment, so she plays mind tricks on them and makes them go paranoid, unless they pick up eleven bloody notes by her."
I nodded slowly, waiting for him to continue.
"Now, she can change into a spider, scuttling in hallways in a twisted form. She appears by the victim in their sleep and struggles with them, and then skins them and patches her favorite piece of them onto her own clothes. And then, she carves their name on the skin. The body would be found skinned and dangling from a scythe embedded to the ceiling, which is her trademark, I guess."
She nodded slowly, a large, perfect grin on her face. "He's right." she laughed.
"...I like you." I said.
"Wha?" Jack and Sally said at the same time, surprised I said that.
I turned to them. "I didn't stutter, did I?"
asklfdsjkhfiojreifndsivnsjkgn. (I just wanted to type that up. :p)
"No..." Jack said, turning away.
"Good. Now, uh Patchy-"
"Whoa, hold your slimy tentacles, buddy." she said, looking up at me.
I leaned back from her, surprised she had an attitude already.
"Now, no one calls me Patchy, got it?" she pointed at my abdomen. (...I somewhat find Slendy amazing, but not as amazing as the awesome JEFF! What? You thought I was going to say Prussia? HA! No offense, but he's slightly annoying. :i ...I love you, Hetalia creator. You are my Glob, just like Pendleton Ward and the creator of TAWOG and Regular Show. I love you all.) "No one will ever call me Patchy unless I say they can, or I really like them, understand? Capishe!?"
I just gaped at her, my tentacles now freezing in place, shocked to do anything.
I never thought she would be like this. She sounds like a scolding mom!
"...uh...we also forgot to mention that she has some anger issues." Sally mumbled, her fingers tangling in her matted hair of light brown as a light blush came upon her face.
"I DON'T HAVE ANGER ISSUES!" she screamed at Sally, who whimpered and ran behind me, shaking nervously as she gripped onto my slacks.
"...we should have really put her in an anger management class..." Jack grumbled.
"SHUT UP!" she screeched, which made me cringe. Boy, is she loud!
"Uh, Lady Patchwork..." I began, raising my hands in defense.
"Yes?" she suddenly became nice, raised an eyebrow and turned to me.
"...would you like a job?"
"...I guess..." she looked down at her boots and shrugged.
"Alright. We have some victims you would probably like to meet."
Jack laughed, but I had slapped him with my tentacle. "Hush, Jack."
"Sorry."
"...now...as I was say...please, follow me."
"I don't know who else I would follow." she scoffed and jumped off the table and followed behind me, while Sally walked beside me, and Jack behind Lady.
Tom's P.O.V.:
As we walked into a dull, white room, the door closed behind us, banging with a loud echo. (BTW, Finn is carrying Marcy.)
"Uh, guys?" PB questioned. "Um...is it safe to be in here?"
We all shrugged and kept on walking, before Henry walked head-first into an invisible wall.
"What the?" he groaned, rubbing his head and looking up. He pressed his hand against it, and realized that it was a wall.
I only raised my eyebrows and looked all around me as I scanned the area we were in with my robotic blue eyes. We were in a blank room, it seems, that had nothing but us in it. Everything else was a vast space of white.
I slowly began to get confused and started to malfunction a bit, as I knew something was immediately wrong. My eyes darted everywhere around us, and I didn't see the door. The door had disappeared!
"Guys?" I whispered, nervously scared out my wires and cells.
"Ladies and Gents!" a voice echoed around us in the room. "It's me, your host, Slendy. I am very glad you guys could make it. Too bad Fionna and Marshall couldn't." Slendy said from above us.
Where? Well, we never knew. I looked all around me to find no heat signature, or no trace of a wire anywhere.
"Help!" Fionna screamed from somewhere, and it sounded like she was in chains or in a cage. "Guys! Help me! Someone! Marshall!" she cried. "This is a crazy psycho! Help me!"
"Fionna!" we all gasped.
I only blinked.
"Hush, human." Slendy growled.
"NO! You hush! Get me out of here!" she screamed, and more rattling of metal was heard. They had got to be somewhere around us...!
"You bastard of a fucking ass!" she snarled.
"Let Fionna go!" Henry said, gritting his teeth.
"Oh, look." Slendy said surprisingly. "Your Prince Charming is here to defend for you, Fionna. How romantic." he then laughed.
"Shut up! Wait, what?" she sounded astonished. Usually, she seemed head over heels for Marshall. (I think. Hmm...)
I looked over to Marianne, who stared at Henry with disbelief. (Oh, you know something's about to go down in here. :O DRAMA BOMB BEING DROPPED! *whistles and makes explosion noise*)
"Yes..." Slendy said, and continued. "Now, I wonder what happened to Marshall? Oh wait. He's dead."
"What? Marshall can't die! He's immortal!"Fionna screamed, her voice slightly cracking. "MARSHALL!"
"Is he? The last time I checked, he was a vampire. Now, not all vampires are immortal. He still had a heart. For humans, anyway, such as you and your dead parents."
A deafening, queasy moment of silence that made everyone nervous and dripping of sweat as we waited for Fionna to answer.
"...you mean...he was..." Fionna sounded so shocked, it cracked all of our heart and it seemed that she felt like erasing herself from existence.
(...no drama bombs here...that would be for more dramatic relationships, as if someone found out that their lover cheated on them. THAT would be a drama bomb right there.)
"Yes, child, he was human. Just like you. He was just a simple vampire. Well, more of a pale green human with sharp teeth and sucks red instead of blood, and hates sunlight. Now, prepare for your ending, human."
"...what do you mean? My ending?! Wait! Let me out! NO! STOP! GET ME OUT!"
What did he mean? It made me scared and worried for Fionna.
I felt myself being shortwired, and slowly became woozy. Whenever I worry a lot, my wires begin to fry, along with my brain. I have to stop worrying or I'll short out! But I must! Or I'll seem heartless...
"What I mean? I mean that we have a new Creepypasta added. Her name is LP. Or, Lady Patchwork as we call her." he gave a sinister chuckle as we all turned to each other. "...who used to be the girl that Rex used to know."
Rex suddenly grew pale and looked up slowly, as if he was waiting for the death toll of all the fights that had happened to hit him.
"Now, don't worry, human. You'll see Marshall soon." Chuckling was heard. "Now...until then...it was nice having you as a visitor, Fi. Well, at least you were better than the vampire. He would never break so much like you did." he laughed and then screaming was heard, which made all of us cringe and fall to our knees, covering our ears. Well, I didn't have ears, so I just covered my head the best way I can with my arms.
Sadly for us all, it didn't work that way. It just made it worst to hear.
"NO! DON'T! PLEASE!" we heard Fionna scream as if she was right beside us, and I closed my eyes tight.
Ear-splitting screams were heard all around us, and covering our ears only made it slightly muffled. But, we still heard it. Soon, her screams slowly withered to whimpers and groans, and then it became quiet. Stunned, afraid, fearful silence surrounded all of us as we slowly got up and looked at one another with dread and horrendous faces, while my face showed complete fear.
"Now...I shall leave you for dinner. Hehe..." laughter was heard, followed by sounds of slicing meat, as it sounded to me, and then it became silent.
We all did nothing but just stood rooted to our spots, the horrible moments of hearing Fionna's death still clear in our heads and ears.
We looked at one another, before looking to the ground, and then turning to our lefts to see a dining table dotted with covered plates of food.
"...mmm..." Jake hummed, and licked his lips. "Food...must eat!" he then ran to the table as we screamed out to him.
"NO! JAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEE!" we screamed.
{I wonder what happens to Jake now...?}
Slendy's P.O.V.
(WARNING(S): DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE BLOOD, SKIN DAMAGE, OR ANY ORGANS BEING SEEN! PEEPS UNDER 15 SHALL NOT READ FOR FEAR OF NIGHTMARES! DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ORGAN OR MESSY BLOOD, OR THINGS EATING ORGANS! WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER TO FINISH READING!)
As I turned off the intercom and turned around to see Lady Patchwork disassembling Fionna, I only watched her do her work as I sat in my chair.
First, she sliced her skin off with the scythe, which left her all bloody and red (Fionna) and then ripped her stomach open with her own fingers to grab her organs and put them beside her body.
Lady gave a grunt and took a pair of scissors out of her pocket and began to cut up Fionna (I know, this is so cruel, but what has to be done must be done. D:) and left her in a bloody heap of cut up meat/muscles in one pile, the layer of human skin in a separate corner, her bones in another pile, and her organs in a pile far away, which left a big mess of blood on the floor.
I only tilted my head at her as Lady began to cut up Fionna's skin, and then put them into pieces, and then grabbed a large black cloth, and then sewed the peachy skin upon it, while I continued to watch in suspicion.
As she finished the skin, she left one piece out, and she put that in her pocket. After that, she grabbed the organs and placed them in a bag labeled "Fionna's Organs"; she took the bones and threw them out the door for the bugs and rodents to eat and nibble on, and left the blood as she picked up the cloth of skin.
"Uh...what are you-" I started.
"I'm gonna put this up." she said, blood over her pants and boots, but not her shirt. "I'll be back." she then walked out of the room.
I sighed as the familiar smell of coppery blood went up to my nose, and my tentacles behind me began to go a little crazy. They writhed and wriggled as if they were little bugs in their cocoons, waiting to be out into the wild world.
My head twitched this way and that, and I took a deep breath, trying to hold my excitement in as the smell just formed into a person and walked up to me.
I only gulped and watched the ghostly figure carefully. They ran a finger across my blank face and the smell suddenly went deeper into my head, down my lungs and into my body, and I suddenly stood up.
"No more," I rasped, and lunged at the pool of blood with Venom's mouth on my face. (Yes, Venom from Spiderman, duh! Slendy can have that mouth; I added that as a feature up here.)
Until the next scary chapter, my victi-
I mean, uh, peeps. ^-^''