*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=116005&start=1275. These characters are not my OCs, just interpretations of them! They are in the Creepypasta fandom! Their names are Sam Williams and Lazari Swann. Mentioned as well is Sally Dawn. You can look them up if you want. Anyway, enjoy!*

Sam turned around to face the owner of the voice, heart racing as his mind came up with terrible, grotesque visions-

And found that there was a girl not much younger than him standing behind him, probably around thirteen or twelve years old. She had long, brown hair cascading around her peach-toned face, one white, pupiless eye and one black eye that had a deep red sclera in the middle. The strange, horn-like curves on the top of her head was not hair, but actual horns.

The flashlight illuminated her sharp, blood-stained gray teeth and her claws that also had blood stains. Sam backed away a little, but Sally was covered in blood and she didn’t hurt him. Maybe Lazari was the same. Hopefully.

“Everyone thinks I’m Sally until they see me. I guess I see it a little bit, but if they remembered her story correctly, they would know that she was eight, not twelve. But I’m used to people mixing us up.”

Lazari’s eyes zeroed in on the flashlight, a glare set in place.

“What I’ll never be used to is a flashlight shining on my face. Turn that off.”

“But your teeth-your hands-you-“

“Oh my god-“ -She flinched a bit when she said that-“I’m not going to kill you, Sam! I’m not even a full demon! I just have urges to eat monsters, that’s all! I’m not going to eat you. Well, unless you’re possessed, but you’re not, so that’s good.”

“Can’t we just have it on so I can see you better?” Sam asked, his voice not as meek as it was when he asked who was there.

Lazari scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“The moonlight has natural light.”

“But the flashlight has better light. Look, if you just-“

With a flick of her claw, the flashlight flew out of his hand and down the stairs, no doubt completely shattered once it crashed on the floor.

“Don’t worry. I soundproofed that from unbelieving ears. Your parents won’t wake up. As for you-you won’t come back here. Ever. Or at least until I get rid of all the monsters here.”

Not come back?! But it was his house! She couldn’t just kick him out!

“I know Sally thinks that she can just get rid of the monsters herself and hope that you and your parents will be safe somewhere in this human world, but the monsters need to be destroyed in a way that only I can destroy them. Take my claw and we can get this over with.”

Lazari extended a bloodied claw for Sam to take, urging him with her mismatched eyes to do just that. He was reminded suddenly of how Sally had made him walk around the house and take pictures of the paranormal. Lazari was telling him what to do, just like Sally did.

“Sam. I’m warning you. Come with me right now or I’ll take you by force.”

Sam stared at her sharp, bloody claw. Sally was nice to him, but she was still covered in blood. She was a poltergeist, too. She could hurt him if she wanted to. Just like Lazari could. There was a fire dancing in Lazari’s eyes, her teeth were beginning to draw back in a snarl.

Without a second thought, he turned and ran into the darkness, Lazari’s footsteps chasing after him, louder with every step.

His parents wouldn’t hear any of it.