Konichiwa, reader-sans! It is late at night and I am tired and I want to go to sleep but I have spent the past several hours reading creepypastas and I feel like sleep would be a bad idea. So! I decided to work on my fanfic again! I've introduced a few new characters and Jane is finally in it! Squee~! (>.<) So excited! I love her! But yeah, I've added a pretty decent amount of stuff to it today, so I'm going to post it. I don't know if anyone actually likes reading my stories, but I have fun writing them, so whatever. I'm starting to feel like I need to be dividing this story up into chapters or something, though. The Word document I have it saved in is twenty-four pages long and I'm nowhere near ending the story yet! I don't think I've even reached the halfway point!
Anyway, here's the story and I hope you enjoy it! If you need a refresher on what has been going on previously, just go look for my other two Foul is Fair posts. I think they're both titled like this post, but with a different installment number. By the by, the character named Helen is Helen Otis, also known as the Bloody Painter, if you weren't aware. Catch you guys later!
- Turtle-chan
When you wake back up, it’s dark in your room. You sit up and stretch before swinging your
legs over the side of the bed and standing up.
You take a step forward but you feel yourself bump into something soft
and warm that smells clean and earthy.
“Sorry,”
E.J. says as you back away. You didn’t
notice him in the darkness. “I was about
to wake you up.”
“Oh,
that’s fine. Sorry for running into
you,” you say, glancing away. He smelled
really nice.
“It’s
alright. Are you ready to go?” he asks
you.
“Um,
could I brush my hair before I go down?” you ask with a little
embarrassment. You haven’t brushed you
hair in heaven only knows how long and you’re sure it’s a nasty, matted mess by
now.
“Yeah,
just give me a sec to find a brush for you,” he says as he digs around in the
drawers he had gotten your clothes out of earlier. After a bit of rummaging, he pulls out a
black brush and hands it to you.
You
take it from him and start gently combing the knots out of your hair. E.J. watches you the whole time and you feel
a little self-conscious about it. You
eventually manage to get your hair to the point of looking semi-acceptable and
you set the brush down on top of the cabinets.
“Okay,
I’m ready now,” you tell E.J.
He nods
and opens the door for you. You step
out and thank him and he nods in response.
The two of you walk silently down the usual twists and turns of the
hallway and then down a set of stairs.
You pass through a few more halls until you come to a stop in front of a
pair of large wooden doors.
“Just a
warning: the guys you’ve met already are just the tip of the iceberg. There will probably be a lot of new faces in
here. Just try to blend in as well as
you can and don’t provoke anyone.
There’s only so much I can do to keep you from getting killed,” E.J.
tells you in a very serious tone of voice.
You
nod, a little afraid. “I
understand. I won’t do anything stupid,”
you assure him.
“Alright. Just stay close,” he says as he pushes open
the doors.
You
follow him into a large, dim room with a long table in the middle of it. Almost all of the seats are full. You look around and see all manner of strange
looking people and creatures. Everyone
is eating, but they’re not all eating the same things. Some of the foods look normal, like waffles
or cheesecake, but then other foods look suspiciously like human limbs or
organs. You shudder a little, but keep
following E.J. and sit down next to him.
E.J.
reaches into the middle of the table and pulls a bloody plate with a couple of
kidneys on it toward him. He scoops one
up and puts it onto his plate. You
aren’t really sure what to do, but you are hungry. You think about asking E.J. but you feel like
things are a little weird between the two of you right now, so you don’t.
You’re
kind of starting to panic when a whispery voice that seems to come from inside
your head speaks up. “What would you
like to eat, child?”
You
look up suddenly and look around for a moment until you see a very tall man
wearing a suit. He has no face and his
skin seems to be pure white. He’s kind
of creepy, but you’re pretty sure he’s the one who was speaking. It’s the Slender Man.
“U-um,
I don’t know. Maybe some vegetables?”
you say uncertainly, feeling a little embarrassed.
He nods
and a tentacle wraps itself around a salad bowl and extends it toward you. You take it gingerly and put some of the
salad on your plate. The Slender Man
then puts the bowl back where it had been in the first place. “Thank you, sir,” you tell him quietly.
“It is
quite alright, child,” he responds courteously.
You
quietly start eating your salad and try not to make eye contact with
anyone. You hear loud, wet noises coming
from the seat next to E.J., though, and all of the chatter in the room dies
down. You cautiously look up to see what
is causing the commotion.
Jeff is
using his knife to scrape up something red and thick. He swings the blade around crazily, flinging
the substance everywhere. He’s trying to
spread it onto something, it appears, but you can’t tell what from the mess
he’s making. Everyone around you looks
disgusted, amused, or horrified. When
Jeff is done, he gives the knife a final flourish, spattering you right in the
face with whatever the red stuff is.
Then, he slaps a second piece of bread on top of the first one and bites
into his sandwich happily.
E.J. is
all the way on the other side of his chair, almost on top of you. He has a hand pulled up defensively and even
with his mask on you can tell that he’s horrified. He too is spattered with the red stuff. Tentatively, you reach up and wipe some of
the sticky substance off with your finger and then lick it off. It tastes sweet and fruity. Strawberry jelly. You try not to giggle at the silliness.
“Hey
Jeff. Do us all a favor and go to sleep,
would ya?” a girl dressed all in black snaps.
She’s sitting across from Jeff and all of her skin is covered except for
her face which is as pale as Jeff’s except for her eyes and mouth which are
both completely black. Her hair is also
black and very long. She’s stunningly
beautiful and you can’t help but stare.
“Can
it, Jane,” Jeff shouts through a mouthful of sandwich.
The
girl sneers in disgust and crosses her arms.
“Savage,” she mutters, looking away from Jeff. In doing so, you catch her attention and she
turns to E.J. “Hey, E.J. When were you going to introduce us to your
new friend?”
E.J.
puts his napkin neatly in his lap. “When
I deemed it necessary. She’s already met
some of the guys and Sally,” he responds cooly.
Jane
narrows her eyes at him and then turns back to you. “Hey, I’m Jane. It’s nice to see another girl here over the
age of thirteen,” she says with a smile as she reaches a gloved hand across the
table toward you.
You
take her hand and shake it. “Nice to
meet you. I’m (y/n),” you respond shyly.
Jane
giggles. “Aw, you’re so cute!”
You
blush a little and she smiles as she goes back to eating. She too seems to be eating a sandwich, but
she’s doing it much more neatly than Jeff.
You continue to eat your salad in silence.
“So,
(y/n). Who all have you met so far?”
Jane asks you.
“Oh,
um, E.J., Jeff, Ben, Slender Man, Masky, Hoodie, Laughing Jack, Sally, and
you. I think that’s everyone,” you tell
her.
She
shakes her head. “Some of those guys are
alright, but you mostly got the bad ones.
I feel sorry for you!” she says with a laugh.
“Really?”
you ask her with surprise. “Everyone but
Jeff and Ben were pretty nice to me.”
“They
have their reasons, I’m sure. I just
know them too well to trust them,” she says vaguely. “Anyway, I’ll have to introduce you to some
of the other guys and gals and let you know who to steer clear of. We have some pervs living here that are just
not worth messing with.”
You
giggle. “Thanks! I’m sure it’ll be nice to be able to talk to
another girl,” you tell her with a smile.
She
smiles back and then turns to E.J. “I
understand why you were trying to keep her all to yourself, you sneaky boy,”
she says laughingly.
E.J.
has pushed up his mask so that he can eat and you see his pale, cracked lips
twist up into a smirk. He says nothing
and continues eating his kidney.
You’re
eating your salad and listening to Jane and Jeff bickering with occasional
interjections by E.J. when someone bumps into your chair. You turn around and see a tall boy maybe a
little older than you with long, wavy black hair, blue-grey skin, and golden
eyes. “Oh my gosh, you look just like
Nightcrawler!” you blurt out without thinking.
Immediately
you’re embarrassed and your cheeks flush.
The boy looks down at you with confusion for a moment before
smiling. His smile seems to be golden as
well. “I’ll take that as a
compliment. You’re an X-Men fan then?” he says in a deep, dark
voice. If dark chocolate had a sound, it
would be his voice.
You nod
dumbly and he grins down at you. Jane
comes to your rescue before things get any more awkward. “(y/n), this is the Puppeteer. Puppeteer, this is (y/n),” she says,
observing the two of you.
“Nice
to meet you, (y/n). Hm, I guess you look
a little like Kitty Pryde. Or maybe Rogue but without the white hair,” he says
with a grin.
You
laugh a little awkwardly and say,” Thanks.
It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Well
hey, I’ve gotta get some food, but I’ll catch you later, alright? We can talk more X-Men then,” he says cheerfully as he walks off.
You nod and smile before turning back to your
food. Jane is staring you down with a
smirk on her black lips. “Soooo,
(y/n). You like that type, huh?” she
teases, resting her pale chin on her gloved hand.
You
blush and shake your head. “No! I just said the first thing that popped into
my head without thinking!” you exclaim.
E.J.
studiously pretends not to hear your conversation and Jane just grins. “Alright, I see how it is,” she says, still
smirking. Then, she turns to E.J. and
leaves you floundering in your embarrassment.
“Hey,
E.J. Are you going to let (y/n) start
hanging out with us?” Jane asks him.
“She
needs rest after all of the procedures and blood loss, but she does also need
to remain active to avoid other complications,” E.J. says.
Jane
gives him a look. “E.J. I don’t think you could have given me a more
useless answer,” she says in an annoyed tone.
E.J.
shrugs. “Ask me a more useful question,”
he tells her.
“Alright. Will you let her hang out with the rest of us
tonight after dinner, then?” she asks.
“It
depends,” he tells her calmly.
“On
what, exactly?” she asks him, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table.
“On how
she feels and what she wants to do. Also
on who she would be with,” he says.
“Alright,
well I’ll ask her about the first two.
As for the last one, she’d be with me for sure and apparently Puppeteer,
but I’ll handle him if I need to. You
could always join us too if you’re so concerned,” she tells him, smirking
again.
“It’s
up to her,” he responds, not taking the bait.
“Um,
I’d like to spend some time with you guys,” you tell the two of them timidly.
“Do you
feel up to it?” E.J. asks you. You find
yourself staring at his lips and the almost ashen skin surrounding them. It makes you curious about what else is
underneath his mask.
“I think
so. I’m just going crazy being locked up
in that little room all the time,” you say.
“But if it’s going to cause trouble then I’ll just go back up after we
finish eating.”
“No,
it’s fine. Just tell me if you get tired
and think you need to go back,” he says.
“Yay! Now we can have some girl time!” Jane
exclaims.
You nod
and smile before finishing the last few bites of your salad. Jane and E.J. finish around the same time as
you do and Jane comes around to your side of the table and loops her arm through
yours, leading you out the big wooden doors and down a hallway into a large
room with several sofas and chairs. E.J.
follows behind the two of you casually.
You look around and see several people, almost all of them male, hanging
around the room and sitting on the sofas.
There is a pretty large group of people gathered around a television
playing videogames. A couple of them are
dressed as Link from The Legend of Zelda
but one of them is dressed as Dark Link and he looks a little older than the regular
Link. It’s a little weird, but you don’t
mind cosplay.
There
are a couple of guys sitting on a sofa and watching a particularly gory horror
movie and laughing at it. One of those
guys is Jeff. He glances over and sees
you, giving you a quick jerk of the chin in acknowledgement before grinning at
Jane and then turning back to his movie.
Jane
clenches her fists and glares at him, but she moves on. You see various people scattered about
playing games and there are also people just sitting and talking. The Puppeteer catches your eye and beckons
you over to him and a guy holding a sketchpad.
You glance up at Jane for approval and she nods as you both walk over.
The two
of you sit down on a loveseat and E.J. sits in a chair nearby. “Hey, (y/n)!” the Puppeteer says
cheerfully. “This is my friend, Helen.”
“Um,
hi,” says the guy. He glances up at you
through long-ish black hair. His eyes
are a deep, piercing blue and his voice is very soft.
“Hi. I’m (y/n).
It’s nice to meet you, Helen,” you say with a smile.
“Yeah,”
he says quietly, staring down at his sketchpad.
The
Puppeteer laughs and nudges Helen in the ribs.
“Sorry, Helen’s always in his own little world, but the dude can paint,”
he says.
“Except
he won’t ever show any of us,” Jane complains.
“That’s
because you wouldn’t understand the meaning,” he says, not looking up from his
sketching.
“Dude,
what meaning is there in a picture of smiley faces other than that it’s a page
full of smiley faces?” Jeff asks. You
aren’t sure when he got there, but Jane immediately bristles and glares at
him. For a moment, you’re reminded of a
black cat.
“Like I
said, you don’t understand,” Helen sighs.
“Go
away, Jeff. Actually, better yet. Go die,” Jane hisses.
Jeff
looks down at her and leans in so his face is only a few inches away from
hers. “You first,” he says, chuckling.
Jane
pulls a knife out of her sleeve and Jeff does the same. “Two can play at this game, babe,” he tells
her warningly.
You
start to panic, not wanting a fight to break out. “Guys, guys.
Let’s not fight. I’m sure we can
work this out if we try to talk through it,” you say nervously.
The
Puppeteer laughs. “Aw, how naïve. You haven’t been here very long yet, have
you? This is normal for Jane and Jeff. They hate each other, but we’re safe in the
mansion. Slender won’t allow them to
kill each other on the grounds, so all they can do is make empty threats,” he
tells you, his gold eyes glittering with amusement.
“Still! Someone could get hurt!” you exclaim, looking
around with eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“If
someone gets hurt I’ll just fix them up,” E.J. sighs, leaning back in his chair
and crossing his arms.
“Oh,
you men are useless!” you exclaim, turning to Jane and catching her wrist. “Jane, come on. He’s not worth it. What happened to getting to have fun?”
She
turns and looks down at you and you look up at her with pleading eyes. Her face softens after a moment and she
sighs. “Alright, I won’t kill him right
now, “she says, turning to face Jeff again.
“But you’d better believe I’ll get my revenge on you!”
Jeff
holds his hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Just don’t cry about it when I make that
pretty face of yours as beautiful as mine,” he says, walking away.
Jane
sits down and puts her knife back in her sleeve. “Oh, he just makes my blood boil!” she says
angrily.
You
look at her and begin wondering if she actually hates Jeff as much as she says
she does. “I think he has that effect on
everyone,” you tell her.
“Oh I’m
sure he does, the jerk,” she mutters, glaring at the ground.
The
Puppeteer and Jane talk with you for a while and Helen pops into the
conversation every now and again as well.
After a while though, E.J. stands up and stretches. “Alright, (y/n). I think it’s time to take you back to your
room now,” he says.
“Aww,
E.J.,” Jane and the Puppeteer whine in unison.
You
giggle a little and tell them,” I’ll try to spend some more time with you guys
later.”
“Well,
alright,” Jane says. “I’ll come kidnap
you tomorrow if E.J. won’t let you come see me.”
You
smile and tell her you’d love to hang out with her and E.J. leads you off back
to your room. You realize as you’re
walking how tired you actually are. It
seems like you’ve just left the common room when you reach your room. You stagger through the door and E.J. helps
you into bed.
“I told
you not to overexert yourself, “he says.
“I’m
sorry, E.J.,” you say sleepily.
“Just
get some sleep. Masky and Hoodie are on
guard duty tonight, so you should be safe,” he tells you.
“You
need to sleep too, E.J. You seem tired,”
you tell him, grabbing onto his sleeve as he starts to walk away.
He
looks down at you for a few moments, as though you’ve surprised him, before
responding,” Goodnight, (y/n).”
“Goodnight,
E.J.,” you tell him, watching his retreating figure until he closes the door.
After a
very short amount of time, you fall asleep.
Interestingly enough, you’re starting to kind of like it here, even if
it is a little weird sometimes.
