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Just my luck I awoke not to the blaring of my alarm, but the loud sound of breaking of glass coming from downstairs. Sighing I wiggle out from underneath my blankets. Why do I even bother with the stupid alarm clock, the thing doesn’t even do its job my dad makes a better alarm than it does. I groggily shuffle my way to the bathroom to start the usual morning routine ritual. Rubbing the blurriness from my unusual purple eyes as I look at the mirror. “Gosh dang it,” I mutter, tugging angrily at the rat nest in my brown hair. Almost 15 minutes later the abomination of a knot was taken care of. Rushing out of the room and back into mine grabbing my hoodie and steam punk goggles. “MAYLYN, GET DOWN HERE NOW,” I hear my dad yell from downstairs. Grabbing my bag and art supplies from the hallway on my way out of my room and down the stairs. I anticipate the bottle being thrown my way and duck just before it hits the door and shatters into a billion tiny pieces. ‘Stupid FAYGO company why did they have to use glass bottles for their soda.’ I yank the front door open and run out of the house at full speed, and I don’t stop until I’m two blocks away from the house. I take a quick break on the curb of the sidewalk and after a few more moments I get up and start walking to Holmesly High School. At least it’s not as unbearable as home is. As I walk past the woods an eerie sense of being watched washes over me like a bucketful of worms being dumped on your head. Suddenly I hear a watery squish from under my right foot. Looking down I gag almost immediately for what I had stepped on was a kidney which looked to have a bite taken out of it. From the size of it I could tell it was a human kidney. Seriously and majorly freaked out now I dash the rest of the way to school not stopping until I get inside the front doors. I am calmed down enough when I reach my locker –Which still has ‘GO BACK TO SALEM WITCH’ on it – I hear a small desperate meowing coming from the locked metal door. I open it to find a black cat with a red under belly and a large, wide grin, along with large, intelligent red eyes inside of my locker. “Oh, looks like the freak found herself a pet that looks just as much a freak as she does.” a snobby and mocking voice says from behind me. I turn around to give the three Heathers a piece of my mind and finally cuss them out, but I see my friend Helen Otis across the hall and immediately shut my mouth. Scooping the cat up into my arms I scurry to the other side of the hall and over to my friend. He was wearing his trademark blue jacket with a yellow smiley face pin on the left side of the collar. I lightly tap his shoulder and watch his raven black hair swish as he turns around. The frown on his face disappears almost as soon as his ice blue eyes spot me. A small meow of protest erupts from the small furball curled up in my arms, which attracts both mine and Helen’s attention. He looks up at me with a confused look about to ask a question but decides not to. Most likely because of the giggling coming from behind me was his answer. I look sheepishly at him trying to figure out what to say. “Let me guess, the Heather crew,” He asks breaking the silence. “Yeah, most likely,” I reply. “Seems like something they would do.” “H-hey I was w-wondering if you c-could watch him until-l I move out?” “Sure. One thing though what’s his name?” At that question I look down at the kitten and come up with the perfect name. “Grinny,” I reply, “His name is Grinny.” A small meow comes from the kitten like a confirmation. We both laugh at the kitten’s confirmation to his name. “Well we better start heading to class.” He says still chuckling. “Yeah we should,” I say setting the kitten on my shoulders. We head to class and start chatting intensely about the new horror movie Always Watching coming out soon. I stop directly in my tracks once I get through the door. My mind couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing written on top of my desk. Written there in red was the word ‘WITCH’. It was Heathers’ doing, that I know, but this was low even for her. From the corner of my eye I can see Helen’s hands clench into fists, but I'm in such a state of shock in which I'm unable to calm him down. Grinny hisses at something behind me menacingly. I turn around putting on my best fake smile I face Heather and her crew. “How’d you like your surprise birthday presents witch?” Heather #1 asks. “They were unexpected, especially since it isn’t my birthday. I really don’t know how to thank you guys.” I reply in an overly sweet tone. “Well if you liked them so much, you’ll love what we’ll give you next.” At that point Helen had had enough of all this. He finally reached his breaking point and he snapped. “Why do you have to treat Maylyn like this! All she has been is nice to you, and you repay her by acting like she has no feelings when you know for a fact she does! You treat her like shit again and I will hurt you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead!” Mr. Santino had entered at the last part of Helen’s outburst, and he did not look like his usual happy self. “Helen,” he says, “I would like to chat with you after school.” “Y-yes sir,” he stutters out. ~~~MWM~~~ I sit outside the school doors waiting for Helen, smelling like rotten milk and the school’s pizza. Grinny who was right next to me when it happened was livid. I had to hold him tightly to keep him from scratching their faces to pieces. Helen acted worried about me, but I could tell he was as livid as Grinny if not more. The sound of footsteps snaps me back into the present like a rubber-band.
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Helen sits down next to me with a sullen look on his face. I realize he is carrying all his belongings from his locker in a large, cardboard box. “So, yeah, I got suspended,” he says still not looking at me. “What! Why?!” I yell at him. “Well, from what the teacher said, it was because I threatened to kill not one but three people,” he replies. “Great, I just lost the only person that made life tolerable around here,” I say on the verge of tears, “my life is now a living hell on wheels.” “You’ll still see me and Grinny every day after school, so don’t be sad,” he says hugging me, “plus, I'll always protect you no matter the cost.” “O-okay,” I say sobbing into the shoulder of his jacket. “I think we should start heading home before we both get into more trouble than we already are,” he says quietly. “Yeah that would be a good idea.” I say back. “And thanks for looking after Grinny for me.” I grab my bag standing up to head home. Leaving Grinny with Helen was difficult, but in the end, I was waving goodbye to them as I walk towards my home. Stopping at the store along the way I grab my dad a pack of FAYGO soda to take home for him. By the time I reach my front door it is almost dark out. Grabbing the door knob, I have the odd sense of foreboding tingling through my nerves. I brush it off and open the door warily. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," my mom yells. "No more friends your grounded for the rest of the year!"~~~~time skip to next day~~~~I stop mid-step through my bedroom door to see -in what I hoped to be bright red paint- written ‘DON’T BE EXCITED ABOUT TOMORROW BECAUSE THERE WILL BE NO TOMORROW’. Underneath the writing were my parents, dead in a pool of their own blood, crumpled on the floor. I drop what's in my hands and stand there paralyzed by mixed emotions swirling around inside me, tears start blur my vision. I finally snap out of my state of shock and grab the phone from the night stand by my bed and dial 911.
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2 minutes. 2 minutes is all it took to load my parents into the back of the ambulance and the police to begin questioning me about what happened. The police arrived 10 minutes after I had texted Helen cryptic messages of what happened. The police asked the usual questions such as did I hear anything suspicious last night, or did my parents have anyone who hated them enough do do this. I laugh at that question, causing them to look at me oddly, I sigh and simply say that no one from outside of our household hated them that much. With that answer they say that they have one more question, but I didn't hear it because at that very moment Helen appeared at my front gate. I jump up from my porch steps, slightly startling the 2 officers questioning me, and running full force at Helen tackling him in a hug. Someone clears their throat behind me. I turn around to face the 2 officers. I mumble a small apology and ask them to kindly repeat the question so I can answer.
"That is quite alright," the male officer says, "You did just lose your parents after all."
The blonde female officer glares at the male. "We'd like to know what your relationship with your parents was like." The female officer asks.
"Our relationship was like every relationship a teenager has with their parents. Our relationship was perfectly fine," I lie. "Are you accusing me of killing my own parents." They open their mouths to object my accusation, but I cut them off. "Get off of my property now, you are no longer welcome!" I yell at the 2 officers.
I watch as they leave, and don't cry until I see their tail lights turn the corner. I hadn't realized I'd fallen to my knees until Helen picked me up. He carried me inside and to my room, and set me down into my bed, as he did a slight sense of deja vu came over me and memories that I thought I'd only imagined came rushing back as everything went black. ######Flashback###### I'm 5 years old, playing in the playground sandbox that sits right next to the woods by myself the way I was used to. I was making small structures, far more complicated than normal 5 year olds would be able to make. Someone walked out of the woods and sat across from me. I look up to see a small ravenette haired boy sitting there and admiring the structures I'd created. He looked up at me and tilted his head the way a dog would, curiously staring at my golden purple eyes.
"Why are you still here? Why aren't you making fun of my eyes like everyone else does after they see them," I asked the boy.
"They're unusual and unique, I like them. My name's Helen Otis by the way, what's yours?" The bo-, Helen asks me.
"The name's Maylyn Smithern," I reply cheerily.
Everything fades to black leaving me in darkness.<~~5 years later~~>I'm 10 again. I'm crying in the woods. It's pitch black out so I assume it's around midnight. I begin to hear an annoying soft static. I open my eyes and look up to find a tall man in a suit and red tie, about 8 yards away from where I'm sitting. The static gets louder as I continue to look at the man and he stalks towards me. I hear someone yell to my right, I turn my head to see a ravenette boy wearing a white mask with a dripping red smile rushing towards the tall figure. The tall, slender man stops in his tracks and follows my line of sight to the boy still rushing towards him. The boy reaches the man, just as I start to lose consciousness from the staticy pain. I catch a few words of their conversation here and there. The boy walks towards me and picks me up off the ground. He carries me to my front yard, and asks me if I'm able to walk the rest of the way. I nod and he sets me gently onto my feet. I turn around to thank the boy, but he's already gone. I shrug and walk to my front door, before I even reach for the knob the door flies open to my mother who looks none too happy to see me there. I know what's coming next, so I try to run, but she grabs me by my hair and yanks me inside before I even have the chance. Mom slams to door and shoves me onto the floor. She yells at me about being ugly, lazy, and a worthless piece of crap, and i start to get up off the floor. She slaps me across the face just as my father walks into the hallway, tears well up in my eyes and I silently start crying.Everything around me fades to black again as another memory resurfaces in my mind. I’m my 12 year old self, I was cowering in a corner inside the master-bath. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I heard my father ask in an overly sweet tone if I would open the door and let him in. Hearing his tone of voice while asking that question I remember exactly why I was cowering in that corner in the first place. It was the one night mother had to work the overnight shift, and I was alone in the house with my drunk father. I had run to the master-bath, and locked myself inside the moment I saw the look on his face when mother said she was working overnight. The knocking turns to banging startling me out of my thoughts, the banging continues for 3 more minutes until it finally stops. I wait 2 more minutes to make sure it's safe, then walk out. Bad. Idea. The moment I step out of the bathroom I'm pushed against the wall with his hand around my throat. I feel him sloppily bring his mouth to mine, his left hand around my throat releases to grab a chunk of my knotty brown hair, and yanks pulling out some strands. His right hand roams down past my hips, stopping at my inner thigh. He pulls away from my mouth, smirking as he moves his right hand between my legs, and rubs. I unwillingly groan at the action, which he must take as desire and lust. He removes his right hand from where it is, and drags me by my hair shoving me onto his bed. He straddles my waist and unbuttons my pants. In the midst of unbuckling his own he lifted off of me, and thrown across the room causing him to hit his head on the door trim. Father grunts at the impact, but doesn't try to get back up, telling me that the impact was strong enough to knock him out. I suddenly remember what my own father was about to do to me, and the thought of him succeeding was.........'Terrifying,' I thought curling into a fetal position in an attempt to protect myself from something I know I can't. I feel a pair of strong arms encompass me in a protective embrace. They carry me back to my room and tuck me into bed. The last thing I'm aware of before I fall asleep are the 4 simple words my hero whispers, "I'll always protect you." Everything begins to fade again but I catch a small tingle before it's completely gone.^^^^^End Flashback^^^^^I jerk awake in my bed startling Grinny from my lap. “Wait! Grinny!” I yell. “What are you doing here boy?” I ask quizzically. “I brought him,” a voice says from the door, “I thought he’d help you cheer up.” “I feel better now that he’s here as well,” I reply looking up at Helen with a smile. Which immediately faltered when I saw the dullness in his normally curious, observant icy ocean blue eyes. “What happened,” I ask my best friend. He looks at the floor, then back at me, “Your aunt called, said you were moving in with her after the funeral.” I cringe at the very idea of being in the same house as her. She hates my very existence, she would only take me if the government gave her a large sum of money monthly. Helen must have seen my discomfort at the statement because he moves to the side of my bed and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You could always move in with me and my family, if you don’t want to stay with her.” He says. “That’s nice of you to offer, but I’m not old enough to fight myself out of foster care yet, plus I don’t even know where you live.” I reply."Well if you get into any kind of trouble or change your mind while you're there, just walk into the closest set of woods and call for either Grinny or me. We'll find you as fast as we possibly can." With that he walks out of my room and downstairs.I glance at my alarm clock. "SHIT! I'm gonna be late!" I throw off my covers and jump out of bed. I run out of my room grabbing my backpack along the way. I slide down the stairs railing to the bottom and hop off. I rush to the door pulling my second-hand combat boots. Grinny jumps onto my back as I finish tying them."Why are you going?" I hear Helen ask behind me."Because if I don't they'll treat me worse than they do already." I deadpan."Fine, but since I won't be there hang out with my brothers during lunch and class.""Which ones?""The three that look like they want to kill each other.""All your brothers act like that.""The one that is always smoking in the courtyard.""Oh, so Tim, Brian, and Toby.""Yeah, I trust them more than my other siblings. You better get going or you'll miss second period as well."I screech throwing the door open, and run all the way to the schools front doors.
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I arrive just as the second period late bell rings. I yank my backpack off and put Grinny on my shoulders, as I head towards my locker to shove my backpack temporarily inside. I feel someone pull me by the back of my hoodie into the spare Chemistry classroom as I pass it. Grinny is removed from my shoulders as one of my ‘kidnappers’ tosses me into the corner of a table, causing me to yelp in pain. I hear a cabinet door slam shut followed by a frantic scratching on wood. One of the girls lifts me off the ground by my hair, slamming my head into the wall hard enough that black spots in the corners of my vision. “Looks like your knight in shining armor isn’t here to save you,” says a mocking female voice that I immediately recognize as Heather Chandler’s, not noticing the three boys walk into the classroom. She throws me to the floor, my head slamming hard onto the linoleum. “Nobody loves you,” Heather McNamara starts. “So, go kill yourself, witch,” Heather Duke finishes. I stand up using the table beside me to keep me steady on my feet, blood trailing down the side of me face. I’m laughing, laughing at the thought of them practicing so that was perfectly synchronized. Chandler swipes her hand towards my face, I flinch waiting for the pain to come and throw me to the ground, but it never does. I open my eyes to see Chandler’s frightened face looking at the blue-eyed Brunette holding her wrist in place and glaring at her. “I’d break your wrist, but that’d get me suspended. So, I suggest that you leave before I get angry and do something I’ll regret.” He says throwing her hand to the side. “And if we don’t,” she asks as Duke and McNamara flank to her sides. The ticking boy takes a step forward. “E-Extreme bullying is punishable b-by suspension,” He says, “ecspe-pecially s-since we h-have footage.” “And I’m sure you don’t want that perfect track record of yours ruined, now do you?” The boy wearing an oversized hoodie and holding a video camera adds. “Fuck you,” Chandler says to them, pushing her two minions to the door, stopping when she gets there, she turns to face me. “This might be over for now, but don’t worry you’ll experience the grand finale soon enough, witch,” and with that said she left. The room is filled with an awkward silence, with the exception to the scratching on wood coming from somewhere in the classroom. “Wh-what’s that noise,” the ticking boy asks aloud, his neck cracking harshly in the process. “That would be my cat, Grinny, one of the girls shoved him into a cabinet,” I reply, my voice so soft it’s practically a whisper. All three Brunettes look in my direction questioningly, as if surprised that I had actually spoken. I send a glare to each one of them, “Can one of you just find my cat,” I yell, immediately regretting it after a sharp pain shoots through my skull. The Brunette in the oversized yellow hoodie sets down the video camera in his hand onto a table. He puts his hand out for me to shake, but I just tighten my grip on the table. His hand falls back to his side in rejection. “I’m Brian, the grumpy one next to you is Tim, and the one looking for your cat is T-.” The black spots completely cover my vision just as the ticking boy shouts out in victory at finding Grinny, cutting Brian off mid-name. I feel myself start to fall then nothing. Tim’s POV [Weren’t expecting that where you] Everyone looks at Toby as he makes a shout of victory, holding the cat high above his head. I see the girl beside me sway a bit on her feet before she starts falling to the floor. I quickly turn on my heel, catching her before her head hit the floor. I look at Brian, as I lift the girl up in my arms bridal style. His hazel eyes lock onto my blue ones, filled with worry. “We need to get her to the hospital now,” I say turning towards the door, “And Toby, don’t lose the cat,” I growl at him. We all rush to Brian’s truck and hop in. Brian slams on the gas, running a few red lights along the way, luckily none of the cops chased us. We reached the hospital within 15 minutes. Brian jumps out of the truck running to my door and yanking it open. I jump out and sprint towards the hospital doors, carrying the unconscious girl in my arms. The woman at the front desk looks up as we enter. She glances at the girl in my arms, her face paling hinting to me that she may pass out. We reach the desk and by this time the woman looks like she’s having a mental-breakdown in her head, ‘seriously if you can’t handle the sight of blood why do you even work here’ I question her mentally. “If you could get a doctor out here immediately that’d just be amazing,” I say slamming my hand onto the front desk. It seems to break her out of whatever kind of shit was going through her head at the time. She picks up the phone on the desk and says a few incoherent words before putting the phone back on the receiver. The next thing I know the girl is being lifted out of my arms and onto a gurney. After she is through the heavy double doors and out of my range of vision, I turn and face my two companions who were standing behind me. “So, who wants to explain to Helen why she’s in the hospital, because I most certainly don’t.” I say. “You know he’s going to be mad at us either way, Mas-*ahem*-Tim,” Brian sighs. “Yeah, I know I just don’t want to face the brunt of it, Ho-Brian,” I reply catching myself.
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Tim’s POV: In the end we all agreed that Toby would be the one to make the call to Helen. I threw the phone to Toby who had surprisingly caught it, due his clumsiness and Tourette’s syndrome. He scrolled through the contacts in search of Helen’s number. He finally found it after about 2 minutes and dialed. Toby started explaining to Helen what happened, when his neck cracked to the right harshly causing him to press the speaker button accidentally. Allowing everyone in the room to hear Helen scream out a few profanities before he turned it off. When Toby finally hung up and tossed the phone back, I realized he was no longer holding the cat in his arms. “Toby, where’s the cat?” I ask him. “Oh, well I dropped him around the same time you tossed me the phone.” Toby replied, “He ran in the same direction that they took the girl.” “Well f*ck.” “At least if one of the doctors is Smiley, we can be sure that he is nowhere near her with his needles of death.” Brian points out. “True,” I respond. The double doors open, and Helen walks towards us with a distressed look. “Where is she?”
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Tim's POV:"Calm down," I said, "They've taken her into intensive care.""And Grinny is with her in case Smiley somehow weaseled his way in." Toby piped up.Brian face-palmed while I smacked Tobyhard enough across the back head that he lurched forward. "You dumbass," I muttered."And that's supposed to make me feel better, how?!" Helen practically shouts. "Well if you h-,"I start only to be interrupted as a doctor walks over a clipboard and medical folder in hand."You 3 are the ones who brought in young miss Smithern, yes ?" he asks.We nodded in response."She was brought in with a concussion, and to assess the damage done we proceeded with a CT scan." He states while handing us what appeared to be skeletal diagrams of multiple areas "Upon receiving the x-rays and assessing the concussion we discovered signs of fractured ribs and dislocated joints, along with other injuries more than likely caused by some sort of domestic physical abuse." "She had been experiencing the abuse. up till the death of her parents, Helen explains.The doctor hums in response, writing something on his clipboard. "And what are your relationships with miss Smithern?"."My 2 brothers and I are her classmates who happened to witness her get into a fight," I explain, "And the ravenette over there pulling his hair out in worry is Helen, Maylyn's closest and only friend."Yes, well Miss Smithern is currently in the operating room, and we need a guardian to fill out all the legal forms. As well as pet support forms since the cat that came in with her. refuses to leave her side, and won't allow Dr. Smiley to initiate the operation."At that last statement the 3 of us tensed up as Helen whips his head towards the doctor with an intense glare. I look at Hoodie and tell him to attempt calming Helen down while I persuade the doctor to have another surgeon do the operation. After a couple of minutes. explaining why we want to switch the chief surgeon, the doctor finally agreed, and everyone could breathe a little easier. They allowed Grinny to stay in the operating room, after they removed Dr. Smiley from the room he drastically calmed down."I'll stay here to fill out the contact sheet and legal forms for Maylyn," Helen sighs, dropping into a chair with a glare that could scare even Zalgo "Go head back home father needs you. We'll be chatting later."'Figures,' I think to myself as Brian, Toby, and I exit the lobby to the car and head home."Helen POV:I had just finished filling out the paperwork for information, and handed it off to a nurse. She thanked me and told me I should leave and get some rest, but that I could come back during visiting hours. I listened to the nurse, not wanting to deal with authorities if I ignored her, and walked out heading back to the mansion. I did need to have a 'chat' with the 3 proxies about what happened.
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Chapter 7Helen's POV:I finally got back to Slendermanor after the long drive from the hospital. I grab my mask from the middle console and strap it back onto my face as I get out of the car. Closing the driver side door as I head inside. Closing the foyer door behind me I head towards the living room where I can hear the others yelling over Mario kart."You bitch!! I was winning!"
"Suck it knockoff Joker, I'm in the lead now."
Was said as I walked into the room to see BEN, Jeff, and Clockwork arguing while playing the game.
"Well neither of you will be in first for long." Ben said as he glitched his character to first place.
"What the fucking hell BEN!! Stop cheating!" Jeff, Glitchy Red, Sonic.exe, Silver, and Clockwork yelled at BEN. Masky and Hoodie were just watching the whole ordeal while Toby was laughing his ass off.I stalked up behind the three as I released a murderous aura. "So, would any of you like to explain why you let (y/n) get injured by the 'perfects'?" I inquired as they stiffened at my voice. They turned around slowly and I analyzed them. Masky took a deep breath and stood his ground as Hoodie stood slightly behind him, and Toby looked like he was ready to make a break for it."Well if we had murdered the girls the cops would be on our asses. BEN and Slenderman would also have to figure out how to get us back into a new school without the government knowing who we are." Masky stated.
"N-not to mention we weren't entirely sure which classroom she had been dragged into." Hoodie added.
"We also needed to sneak around the hall monitors without getting caught, which made it take a bit longer than we wanted." Toby piped up.
"Not helping Toby." Masky states, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You're telling me that (y/n) was put into intensive care because you had to sneak through the school?" I said with frustration. I was about ready to punch them when Slenderman saying dinner was ready rang through everyone's head.I was still angry but I obliged, making my way to the dining room and heading to my seat at the table. Dinner was the same as always, everyone ate dinner as they all started conversation with the pasta(s) they got along with. Whether it be about a new game/book, the way they plan to off their next kill, or operations they planned to perform. I was still pissed as I ate dinner and decided I would go on a kill, I needed more red paint anyway. It was settled I was going to kill Heather Duke as a message to the others that something unnatural was watching over her. And it would do whatever it took to keep (y/n) safe from harm's way. Although, after this I might not be allowed to visit her for a while, for her it was completely worth it.~~~MWM~~~Currently in front of the Duke household I make my way to the backyard. Since I plan to do things a little differently tonight I check to ensure I have everything I need; jars, knife, chloroform, rag, rope, gloves, mask, and paint brush. I was set, I climbed up the trellis next to her window; not the best design choice, but I'm not complaining it makes my life that much easier. I quietly fiddle with the lock on the window for a few seconds before it pops open, let me tell you popping open a window latch is not as easy as books and movies make it seem. I slowly lift the window and sneak into Heather's room without making a sound. This kill should be fun as her mother is staying late at work and her stepfather sleeps through basically everything. I look around only to find she isn't anywhere in the room.(A/n: wasn't planning to put a lime but I needed something to make the murder… idk. Like legitimately I don't know what to say about it. To be clear I think I added this to bring out Helen's apathetic side. I don't even know why I'm typing this(;ŏ﹏ŏ).)I decide to exit her room only to see her and her stepfather in the master bedroom. Now that wouldn't have been weird if it wasn't for the fact they were porking it out. I stood there for a few minutes watching Heather hop her stepfather's dick with an 'are you serious right now' look on my face. I decided, 'fuck it' and went to grab Heather's phone and throw it out the window. I grabbed my knife and went back to the master bedroom. They were going faster now as I heard skin against skin, telling me they were close to climaxing. I stabbed the stepfather in his skull just as they both hit their climax, instantly killing him and causing Heather to fall off with a scream.Heather scrambled away, as her legs weren't working at the moment, with each step I took. She eventually hit the wall behind her as she hopelessly pleaded for me to spare her life. I chuckled darkly and grabbed a fistful of her hair dragging her back to her room. I threw her into her bedpost, temporarily knocking her out. I grabbed the rope from my bag as I tied and hung her by her ankles from the ceiling. I grabbed my knife stabbing her leg, making her wake up and yell in agony. I stabbed her a few more times before her yelling started to piss me off, so I grabbed her face and forcefully opened her mouth; I pulled out her tongue and cut it off. Her mouth filling with blood, I placed my jars beneath her and continued on with her punishment. I grabbed her hands as she tried to resist, I held her wrist tighter as she whimpered and cut off a few fingers on each hand. I traced my knife up her side and stabbed her in the abdomen and sliced along right under her bellybutton. I smiled in wicked glee as her entrails fell out and life dulled from her eyes. I knelt down and grabbed her head and focused on removing her eyes, which I finally removed placed in the jar with her fingers and tongue. To finish up the night I grabbed my paint brush dipping it into the cut I made along her abdomen, and wrote my killer famous quote "Don't be excited for tomorrow because there will be no tomorrow."I gathered all my equipment and stuffed it back into my bag. Now restocked on my blood paint and finished with my kill I leave the way I came, as I start my treck back to the manor. The kill hadn't lasted as long as I'd have hoped but it did relieve the anger I had acquired earlier today. Once I arrived back at the manor I headed to my art room and placed everything into the mini fridge that I kept the body parts and blood I collected. I threw my bag into a corner as I left and made my way to my room. I promptly removed my bloodied clothes changing into pajamas, after which I proceeded to flop onto my bed exhausted from tonight's endeavors. Falling into a deep sleep as my head hit the pillow.~~~MWM~~~Well, I was right. I am now grounded, for lack of a better term, and can no longer visit (y/n). Reason being, I killed too many people in close proximity to each other and within a short time period, so now I have to bunker down until this all blows over. So, to ensure (y/n) stayed safe I asked Masky if he could visit her daily so she wouldn't be bored or lonely.Masky POV:So, Helen decided to ask if I could visit (y/n) until she was discharged from the hospital. Something about the fact I was the only one who wouldn't harm her. And so here I am driving to the hospital to appease him. Reaching the main road I remove my mask, stuffing it into my bag in the back seat, and continue on my way to visit (y/n). I reach the hospital within a few minutes and make my way to the front desk."(Y/n)(l/n), what's her room number?" I inquired with the receptionist.
"Room 369."
"Thank you," I said and turned to head in the direction of the room.Once I reach the room I knock, opening the door to head inside. (Y/n) layed in the cot as Grinny was curled in a ball on her stomach, her hand stroking his fur. She looked over to the door and smiled as I walked in."Hey I never got to thank you for bringing me to emergency care. Tim, right?" She questioned with a sheepish grin.
"Yeah, that's me." I reply with a small smile.
"So, why are you here? Not to be rude or anything, I was just kinda expecting Helen to come."
"Well Helen sorta got grounded, and he begged me to come and make sure to keep you company."
"Heh, of course he did. Well, nonetheless it's nice to officially meet you without being half conscious of things."
"It's actually pretty impressive you stayed awake as long as you did considering the head injury that was inflicted."
"Thanks I've always been told I have a thick skull," she jokingly said with a light chuckle slightly covering her lips in the process.
'Cute,' I thought slightly blushing as I subconsciously captured this moment in my mind.
We continued to chat well into the day until she finally passed out from exhaustion. Taking this as my cue to leave I stand from the chair and head to the door. I take one last look behind me at (y/n)'s sleeping form. She looks exceedingly peaceful as she sleeps with her hair serenely spread across the pillow and lips parted forming a slight smile. I smile at her and walk out of the hospital back to my car, and prepare for the long drive home.This routine continued for a few days until she finally got discharged. She was legally allowed to live in her house until after her parents funeral when she would have to move in with her aunt.~~~MWM~~~Over the past few days of having to keep (y/n) company we grew closer as friends. She started coming back to school and hanging out with Hoodie, Toby, and I. Helen is ecstatic that she is at least safe again and the 'perfects' haven't bothered her since Duke's death. I can tell he is completely smitten, almost yandere like so, but the worst part is I think I've been developing feelings for (y/n). This might not end well.