Pity Party (Creepypasta X Reader) 2

The night's darkness embraced (Y/n)'s petite body, as she made her way through the lonely forest. It had been two weeks since she cut her mommy and “friends” to pieces, staining her beloved scissors red, and for some strange reason, it won't come off. But (Y/n) didn't mind, it was pretty. She also liked to do the same to others, cut their skin, detach their tongues and stab their hearts was obsessively fun, she couldn't stop. Interrupting people’s sleep made her smile and feel happiness,the happiness only her father used to give her. She always treated herself with the sweets from those people's fridges, her mother never let her eat more than some scraps that barely looked like food, so when she first tried one, she got addicted.


The town people started calling her the Lolita, which (Y/n) came to know after her last three days killing, some random family started screaming “It's the Lolita!!!” over and over again at her face, it's was annoying at first, but she got to like it. The cops acknowledged her as such too; it made (Y/n) giggle when she heard that they do not  posses any kind of information of her past. She was glad she burned it to nothing but ashes. “Aah..” She sighed. It was also the cops’ fault that she couldn't kill tonight, they were tracking her. So to lose them, she entered the forest, so vast as two cities. (Y/n)'s eyes squinted, she spotted a tent a bit far, she was excited now! In the end those stupid officers couldn't stop her from being happy. She opened her bag, the scissors floated around her, ready to cut apart flesh. (Y/n) approached the tent dead silent, her characteristic crazed grin displayed on her face. When she was above the tent, her scissors ripped apart the cloth, in search of skin…
Nothing.

There was no one inside. The owners left, leaving all their stuff behind. Weird. She glanced down, a strange note picked her attention. “Always watches. No eyes.” Huh. She stared immersed at the note. CLANG Her eyes traveled from the note to the sound direction. One of her scissors had crashed against a little metal box, (Y/n) crouched and picked it up. She opened the lid, a beautiful cristal rose spined as the music drowned the forest's silence. (Y/n)'s mouth opened, words soaked on her feelings accompanied the music box.

"Welcome to my world that's painted with sadness

There's no light of sun, there you can't hear any sound at all

Here I'm waiting silently for you, father

Why you were so cruel to leave (Y/n) alone?

lalala...

Please take me away, I desperately promise to be a good girl, to be worthy of your love

I don't need the paint books, the dolls and the dresses,

Just tell me, why you've left your pictures and gone?

lalala…"

She abruptly stopped and closed the music box bringing the silence once again to rule the night. Her scissor's blades dangerously close to cutting open wounds. She turned around slowly and analyzed her spectator. (Y/n)'s scissors had immobilized its tentacles, while three pointed its neck. (Y/n) tilted her head, her face stoic. “Who are you?” She asked the faceless, tall being.