🖤🎀 Janice makes a human friend (part one) 🎀🖤

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=117842&start=30. Who is Janice? She is my OC and the fanchild of the Creepypasta characters Laughing Jack and Jeff the Killer. (You can google her parents if you like). Oh yes and Endora is also an OC of mine. They are both six years old in this fic. Enjoy!*

It’s a nice day outside! My Dads let me play outside for a bit so now I’m in the woods, burying up Chel in the dirt. Yesterday she stole my Barbie that I brought to school so I came into her house last night and killed her. Now I’m burying her.

I wish her finger wasn’t sticking up. How much dirt do I need to use? I don’t want to spend all day doing this.

“What are you doing?”

I stop. Why is there somebody else here?

“None of your business. Go away.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my Mom.”

I turn around to look at her, to see who is talking to me, and-

It’s Endora. She’s in my class. Sometimes she looks at me but she doesn’t really talk to me. Why is she here now?

“Okay but I want to be alone.”

Endora doesn’t leave. She’s looking at my dirt pile. I kick some dirt over the finger and it hides. Yes! I did it! I hid the finger! I hope that she didn’t see.

“What’s that?” Endora asks, pointing to the dirt pile.

“It’s just dirt, what else would it be? And why are you still here?”

Endora doesn’t say anything. She’s twirling her ginger hair, looking down at her feet. I kind of want to throw dirt at her but I also want to know why she’s here, since I’m usually in the woods alone or with my parents.

“I was looking for some flowers. My house isn’t far from here. I-I like flowers. And I’m not going away. This isn’t your house.” Endora says.

Huh? She just wants flowers? I didn’t really think a human would go that far to get flowers but I guess I’m wrong about that.

I like flowers too. I think they’re really pretty. Usually I pick flowers by myself and it’s fun, but I wonder what it’d be like to talk to another living human about stuff and not a ghost who always whines about being dead. Maybe it will be nice. I don’t have to tell my Dads that I spoke to a human. It can be like a secret or something.

“Okay. You can stay. I-“

“I was going to stay anyway.”

I don’t like being interrupted, but I won’t kill her. I’m not that mad.

“I know where you can find nice flowers. Follow me.”

I’m going to keep looking back to make sure she actually follows me. I hope she doesn’t do anything bad.

I don’t feel like committing murder right now.

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I took her where the creek flows. It’s also where me and my Dads dump bodies sometimes. But they’ve all rotted away by now.

She thanked me and now she’s picking flowers. I don’t know what she’s picking flowers for. Doesn’t she have friends to play with?

“Are you using the flowers for a funeral?”

“I-what?”

“A funeral. Hu-people use flowers for funerals.”

“No, I just like them. Nobody died.” Endora says, rolling her eyes.

Well, yanking the flowers right off the ground does sound like fun.

I bend down to the ground, my claws curling around the flower’s stem. It’s not that hard to pull it out. I thought it was going to be harder.

“Flowers are alive. You kill them when you pick them. So you’re killing flowers right now.”

“No I’m not! Flowers aren’t people! They’re not alive!”

She’s crying a little now. What? I just said the truth.

“So? Plants are still alive like people. They don’t have to be people to be alive. But it doesn’t matter. They were going to die anyway. You just made their deaths faster. They probably would have suffered a longer death in the winter.”

I don’t know why I’m telling her this. But I feel like she needs to know.

Endora opens her mouth, her blue eyes still glistening with tears, “I don’t like talking about death.”

Now I’m a little angry. Every human gets all sad and scared about death like it’s terrible or something. Like it’s the worst thing in the world. But it’s not. Humans have done more bad things than die.

“Nobody likes to talk about death. It still happens.”

“Okay but I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care.”

Endora is quiet now. She’s hugging her legs close to her chest. Did I really scare her? I didn’t even show her my face! What is she all sad about?

“You killed them but at least they don’t have to suffer. Nobody likes to feel pain. And now you get to watch them turn brown! It’s like watching over the class pet, except you get to see them die! That’s pretty cool, right? You get to-“

“Are you a vampire?”

I…um…what?

“Huh?”

“A VAMPIRE! Are you a vampire? My brother said that you and your parents are vampires and that’s why you’re so weird and scary and mean and-please don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! I HATE death! I-“

“We’re not vampires! Vampires don’t exist. If they did, then I would know. Now, please stop crying. They’re just dead flowers. It’s better for somebody to care about their corpses than for them to die alone.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Endora doesn’t say anything. She’s twirling the flower stems in her fingers. I don’t know what happened. Why did she talk to me about vampires? What’s happening now? Why do I want to be nice to her? This is all so weird!

“How do you know that the flowers are happy? That vampires aren’t real?” She finally asks.

“Because,” I begin, “You’re being nice right now and everyone likes nice people. So do flowers. And I know everything about monsters. Mostly everything, anyway. Besides, wouldn’t the dead people just come back as vampires?”

“I guess. What kind of monster stuff do you know?”

I sit a little bit closer to her on the ground. My parents said I’m not supposed to talk about this stuff, but now I kind of want to tell her, even if she is being a little annoying. She isn’t running away. Maybe I can tell her-NO! I can never tell anyone! It’s wrong to tell people!

But I do want her to play at my house!

“I just know. Do you-do you want to come to my house?”

“Not until you tell me about the monster stuff.” She folds her arms over her chest after she’s said this.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is!”

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is!”

“No it’s not!” I yell, throwing dirt at her face. I wish that she would just listen to me!

“Fine! I’ll go now if you’re just going to be mean to me!”

Endora gets up and is now walking away from me. Huh. I don’t really want to be alone right now. Usually I don’t care, but now…I don’t want her to leave yet.

“Wait! Come back! I’ll tell you everything at my house!” I call out. I feel weirdly pathetic like a human but she’s still walking away. Did she hear me? Did-

She’s running back to me. Okay. That’s good.

I’ll only tell her a little bit. Not too much. I won’t let the secret out.

I’ll send her away before my parents get home.

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“This is your house?” Endora asks suddenly.

We’re inside my house now. There is dust everywhere, broken furniture, windows that are boarded up and the scent of blood in the air. I don’t think Endora knows that it’s blood though.

“Yes. Everyone thinks it’s abandoned but it’s not. Me and my parents live here. We have to. We don’t have any money.”

I’m not going to tell her why it’s abandoned. She doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Why? I like my house!”

It’s not fun tripping over stuff and the screams in the basement can get annoying, but other than that, it’s really fun!

“Do you want to see my room? I have a lot of cool stuff I can show you!”

I turn around to look at her. I know she wants to hear about the monster stuff but I want to show her my room, especially the toys that I made!

“Sure.” Endora smiles.

I wanted her to say yes, but I didn’t think that she would. I also didn’t expect her to smile at me. Humans don’t ever smile at me.

It’s…uh…it’s great.

“Okay!”

I lead her upstairs to my room, checking behind me to make sure that she doesn’t trip on any of the stuff.

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“This is my room! We can play with some of my toys in here.”

We are in my room right now. It looks abandoned like the rest of the house, but I have pink curtains and pink bedsheets and pink everything, basically.

Endora is looking around without saying anything.

“Are you a human?” She asks suddenly.

I…I didn’t think that she would ask that. I guess she figured it out already since I told her that I knew monster stuff and that me and my fathers live in this house. But I didn’t think she would ask it so quickly.

“No. I’m not. Do you want to see my dolls? I can get them right now!”

I’m already looking through my pink and white plaid-print box where all of my dolls are. I know I said I was going to tell her about the monster stuff but I don’t think that I want to anymore.

I hear her walking closer to me, until she’s right behind me.

“What are you?”

I knew she was going to ask that question. I don’t think that she’s going to stop.

I get up and turn around to face her. I can still see her through the strands of my blond hair, but she can’t see my face.

“There are people who already know what my parents are. Some people think they are real. Most don’t. We’re like demons, but not exactly. People call us…Creepypastas.”

Endora raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“It’s not about pasta. That’s just the name. But that’s what we are. That’s what I am.”

“I still don’t understand. What is a Creepypasta?”

I take a deep breath. I don’t know how I’m going to tell her without scaring her. I think I’ll just say it really fast.

“A Creepypasta is a monster that kills people. All Creepypastas kill people. They have to do it and they like doing it. It’s what me and my parents do.”

I reach for my hair and pull it back so that she can see my face, what I really look like.

“They told me to hide. I don’t like to hide.”

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Endora isn’t saying anything. I wish that she did. I hate it when humans don’t talk, that doesn’t make anything better.

“You don’t look that scary.”

What…what? Does she really think that?

“But I have wrinkles and sharp teeth and a cone nose! That scares people!”

“Well it’s not scaring me. You look fine.”

Fine? Fine? Wasn’t she afraid of me talking about death? I…I can’t believe she just said that I look fine. Humans are strange.

But I think I hear my parents coming.