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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

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"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

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Voicebox: A Ticci Tobi Love Story: Chapter 1

by Absolon-Resonance

This story shouldn't be here as it doesn't contain enough Jeff and it's way more focused on Ticci Tobi. But the levels of Iconic in this Epic of Romance, Drama, Suspense, Magicks and Horror deserves to be archived, preserved and spread, regardless of my opinion on canonicity. I recommend HoodoHoodlumsRevenge reading (aka Ticci Tuesdays)The story is long enough to require spliting it in chapters

CW// sexual assault, incest, sexual harrasement, domestic violence, bullying, gore, cannibalism, implied pedophilia, fraticide, homicide, mutation, cheating, torture, eye trauma, improper teen behaviour, nudity, mental illness misrepresentation, cringe memes, Slendermansion

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The day my life changed forever started out like every other day. It was the same routine for the last 7 years, ever since I had turned 10. I woke up at 6:00 am, took a quick shower, tossed on my favorite black skinny jeans, a black Hollywood Undead t-shirt, my crimson hoodie and my red and black running shoes. I pulled my long brown hair up in a ponytail, covered the bruises on my pale face with some makeup, grabbed my backpack for school, and woke up my 6 year-old little sister, Benna. I quickly got her dressed and ready for school, feed her breakfast and took her over to her babysitter. Luckily her babysitter only lives a few houses down so I had time to drop her off and rush back home to make breakfast for my parents. Just like every day I hoped to have breakfast cooked and be out the door before my parents woke up, but once again I was just a little too slow. As I finished cooking my mother walked in and gave me her usual greeting, a punch to the stomach that dropped me to my knees and a swift kick in the ribs. “Get your lazy ass up and clean up the mess you made in the kitchen Shayla, you useless bitch.” She said as she calmly sat down to eat the breakfast I had cooked. I nodded quickly and got to work on the kitchen, still hoping to get out of there before my father came down. I’m just glad that I am able to protect Benna from our parents. As much as my mother’s continual physical and emotional abuse hurt it was nowhere near as bad as my fathers “punishments.” I just had a “punishment” last night since Mother had to work late and I didn’t want to get another one after Mother left for work so I cleaned as fast as I could. Luckily that day I was able to get out before he came down. So for me it started out a better day than most. After catching the bus to school I hurried to my locker. Once again I hoped that I could avoid Jeanie and her group. Jeanie, her boyfriend Biff, Biff’s friend Joel, and Joel’s girlfriend Roxanne were the biggest bullies in the school. They were also the head cheerleaders and the captain and quarterback of the football team, so of course in the teachers’ eyes they could do no wrong. They had bullied me ever since third grade and the abuse from them got worse every year.

I quickly grabbed my books for the first half the day and started walking as quickly as I could without running to English class. Luckily I made it to class without being caught. Unfortunately I knew there would be no hiding from them after school. They had made sure of that the day before when they caused me to get detention. Jeanie had been beating me in the girls’ locker room after gym class and when she heard someone come in she rammed her head into the locker and screamed, so of course everyone believed that I had been attacking her. I had tried for years to tell the teachers and the principal what really happens between Jeanie, her friends and me, but of course they never believed me. No one ever believed me, probably because I have a couple disorders that make people think I’m a freak. It’s not my fault that my eyes are two different colors. My right eye is a piercing light blue, like the color of a Siberian husky’s eyes. My left eye is a bright emerald green. I also can’t help that I was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome when I was 10; shortly after my older sister, Rebekah, and I were in a car accident. I survived without any physical damage, but my sister didn’t and my parents always blamed me for that. I can’t help the twitching that happens or the spontaneous low pitched sinister sounding giggles that freak people out. Anyway the day went on like usual. People either ignored me or made fun of me, at lunch I sat in the library by myself. I never ate lunch at school, my parents wouldn’t let me take a lunch nor would they give me money to buy lunch. After school I went to detention. No one else was there today so I had plenty of time to do my homework. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. Mother and Father would be waiting for me to come home from detention so they could beat me again. I knew that Benna would already be in bed by the time I got home, and I hope that Mother and Father didn’t hurt her while I wasn’t there. I just hoped that Mother didn’t leave me alone with Father again like the last time I got detention. I didn’t think I could take Father’s “punishment” two days in a row, I was still sore from the night before. I really hated my life. If it wasn’t for my need to protect Benna I would have run away a long time ago. After detention I tried to make a run for it, but as soon as I left school ground Biff and Joel grabbed me and dragged me into the nearby woods. I tried to scream and struggled to get away, but Joel punched me in the face and I lost consciousness for a few minutes. When I woke up I found myself laying in a small clearing in the woods, I knew this clearing. I had come out here a few times to escape from my life for a while. I was only about a fifteen minute walk from home. I thought that if I could just get away I could make it home before they caught me again, but then I saw Jeanie and Roxanne. I knew I couldn’t get away from all of them. “Well, well, well, what do we have here, hmm?” Jeanie’s shrill voice was so irritating as she smirked over at Roxanne, Joel and Biff. “Looks like the Freak tried to run again. Well boys, I think it’s time to get rid of that eyesore don’t you?” Roxanna chimed in as she handed Joel and Biff large curved skinners. The faint light from the setting sun made the blades gleam a menacing orange. “Thanks babe, you and Jeanie should head back to set up for the party tonight. Biff and I can handle this little slut.” Joel chuckled as he sat on my stomach and almost playfully ran the blade down the right side of my face, causing a shallow wound. I could feel the blood running down my cheek into my hair and I started twitching, my involuntary muscle spasms made

Roxanne and Jeanie laugh. “Well, have fun boy; just remember to clean up before you come to the party. Skank blood stinks.” Jeanie said as she and Roxanne left. There was silence for a few before Joel smirked up at Biff. “You thinking what I’m thinking bro?” Joel asked. “Yeah, let’s have some fun with the little slut before we kill her.” Biff’s eyes were full of lust as he looked at me before turning and starting to walk away. “You go ahead first Joel. I know how much you love it when they fight back. I’ll be over there. Call me when you’re done man.” “Sure thing bro,” Joel said with a grim chuckle, “now then let’s see what you hide under that hoody of yours.” As Joel started to rip my hoody off I started to struggle as my twitching got worse. They were going to “punish” me like Father did and then kill me. If I died what happened to me could happen to my little sister. All the years of torture and anguish flooded through my mind as I struggled. The anger and hatred I felt for everyone but my little Benna built and I suddenly felt stronger than I ever had before. The small voice in the back of my mind that would whisper to me in my dreams was suddenly loud and clear. They should all just die! We don’t have to take this anymore Shayla! Stop being weak and fight back! Kill them! Kill them all! And for once I did as she said. In a move too fast for Joel to counter I rolled my hips and pinned him under me. Before he could call out to Biff for help I sank my teeth into his throat and ripped it out, taking his voice box with a large chunk of his throat. He gurgled as his blood rushed out and the light started to fade from his eyes. The taste of his bloody vocal cords was so delicious that I sighed with pleasure as I devoured the delectable treat. I had never tasted anything so exquisite in my life. As I got off Joel’s lifeless body I noticed the skinner on the ground and picked it up. The blade really was beautiful. Good job Shayla. That’s my good, sweet girl. Now we just have to get rid of Biff and those so-called parents of ours. We’ll leave the bitches for another day. I got up and silently walked in the direction Biff had gone. The twitching in my face and neck slowed down and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they stopped and the giggling started so I went as fast as I could while staying silent. I crept up on Biff as he leaned against a tree. I smirked when I saw that Biff had his pants down around his thighs and he was moaning softly. His eyes were closed so I snuck up on him and grabbed the other skinner he had left on the ground. His eyes shot open as I pressed one of the cold blades to his neck and a look of horror came over his face as he saw me. I started giggling in a low and sinister tone as I smirked at him. “Biff, Biff, Biff. It looks like we caught you at a bad time.” I whispered in his ear as I continued giggling. When he tried to move I pressed on the blade a little harder causing blood to flow down his neck. Then I lifted the other skinner so that he could see it and slowly lowered it down to his now deflated manhood. “Oh dear, it seems you’re not happy to see us right now. We thought you wanted to have a little fun with us. But guess you’re not in the mood. That’s alright though; we don’t think you’re going to need this anymore.” With a quick flick of my wrist I severed off the head that did Biff’s thinking for him.

Both the voice in my head and I giggled as he let out an agonized scream. I was still a little hungry and was tired of playing with the piece of shit in front of me so while he was screaming and crying I took the skinner that had stolen his manhood and pierced his skull right between the eyes and into his brain. When he fell to the ground I sank my teeth into his neck and tore out his vocal cords too. I moaned in ecstasy as I savored my new favorite treat. Come now Shayla, it’s time to take care of the trash at home. Ok, I thought to the voice in my head as I headed home. So do you have a name? It would be awkward to call you ‘Hey you’ when I talk with you. You can call me Voicebox. You know you really should have listen to me years ago when our Father started ‘punishing’ us. I’m sorry Voicebox. I couldn’t hear you clearly until just know with Joel. I understand Shayla dear. But you hear me now and that is what is most important. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. Whenever you need me I will be here. Thank you Voicebox. We will have to run after we kill Mother and Father, what should we do about Benna? We will take her to Grandmama and Grandpapa. They are the only ones we can trust to keep Benna safe. They would be appalled at what our parents have done to us if they knew.We finished the walk in silence. I decided to wait for Mother and Father to go to bed before killing them. As much as I want to make them suffer for everything they had done I also just wanted to get rid of them, get Benna to our grandparents and get out of here. Besides there was always the chance that they could scream and alert the neighbors or wake up Benna and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Chapter 2

It was midnight when I finally entered my house. My parents had gone to bed three hours ago and since they are heavy sleepers I knew I didn’t have to worry about them waking up any time soon. I snuck up the stairs being careful to avoid the loose board on the fourth step and slipped into my parent’s bedroom. They looked so peaceful sleeping there, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Rage filled my mind as all the abuse they had inflicted on me over the last 7 years fills my mind. Shayla, it will be alright. We will never have to worry about them again. Kill them now, we have to protect Benna. I know, Voicebox. If I leave them alive they will just hurt Benna. They deserve to die a slow painful death, but we don’t have the time for that. I tightened my grip on the skinners and felt my mouth stretch into a smile. I walked over to the bed and slowly crawled up the bed until I was directly between my parents. I raised both skinners up over my head and slammed them both down at the same time into my parents’ heads. Rage had given me more strength than I thought and the skinners sunk into their heads all the way to the handles. I giggled that sinister giggle again as I wrenched the skinners out of their skulls. The blood started to flow out of the puncture wound in their heads. I then tore out their vocal cords with my bare hands and ate them. Oh how I loved the taste. Once I finished my treat I went and took a quick shower since the killing had been so silent I didn’t need to worry about leaving quickly. I loved the feel of the warm water caressing my skin. I felt something wet and furry brush against my calves and quickly looked over my shoulder to see what it was. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth dropped open when I saw that I now had a very beautiful red tail. I concentrated on moving it and it moved. I ran my hands through the fur and shivered in pleasure as I stroked my new tail. I noticed that the tip of my tail was black; it looked like a fox tail.

I felt my ears twitch, but they were no longer on the sides of my head. I reached up and found large furry ears on top of my head. I would have screamed, but I knew I couldn’t draw attention to the house or I would be in deep trouble. I quickly turned the water off and rung the water out of my hair, which I now noticed was blood red, and out of my tail. I had to see what I looked like. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and used the towel to wipe the steam off the mirror. I was shocked when I saw my new looks. I had two red fox ears with black tips on top of my head, a healed scar on my right cheek from when Joel had cut me, but the most striking difference was my left eye. Instead of the brilliant emerald green I had since birth, it was black with a slitted blood red puple and there was black oozing from it, like I was crying black tears. The way it was slitted reminded me of a cat’s eye. I tilted my head and smiled a big toothy grin and noticed that my canine teeth were longer and sharper than they had been. I loved this new look. I looked at the blood stained hoody and jean I had been wearing and thought that I should have a new outfit to match my new looks. I went back to my parents’ room and raided Mother’s closet. Most of her close were business outfits, but in the very back I noticed an outfit that was just right for my new looks. It was a long sleeved, very short leather top and a very short leather skirt. The sleeves of the top were black with red stripes; the rest was a sky blue color that matched the skirt. I grabbed the outfit and some black leather boots and headed to my room to get dressed. I tossed on a black lacy thong, the outfit and the boots, which came up to mid-thigh, and stood in front of the full length mirror in my room. The leather shirt covered most of my breasts and acted like a bra, but left the underside of my breasts exposed. Another thing I noticed was that the bruises from all those beating had disappeared. We look great, Shayla. Now we should take all the money our parents have, pack a bag for Benna, get Benna to our grandparents’ house and get out of here. You might also want to add a black leather belt so when we get the sheaths for the skinners from Roxanne we can have easy access to them. Great idea, Voicebox. I think I saw one in Mother’s room. After I packed some of my clothes and essentials in my teal backpack, tucked the skinners in the side pocket and went to the kitchen. I raided the pantry for all the non-perishable food I could find, some silverware and dishes and a can opener and stuffed it all in my backpack. Then I ran back to my parents’ room, grabbed the belt, put it on, and raided my parents’ wallets and the small lock box, and headed to Benna’s room. I grabbed her purple duffle bag and threw in a bunch of clothes and her favorite toys. Then I picked her up, making sure that her blanket was wrapped tightly around her and headed out of the house. In this case I was happy that it was difficult to wake Benna up.

It was about three in the morning when I headed out for our grandparents’ house, so the streets were empty. Benna sleep through the whole three hour walk, it was just before six in the morning when I laid Benna on the porch swing, put her duffle bag in front of the door, rang the doorbell and hid in the nearby bushes. It took Grandpapa a few minutes to answer the door and he looked puzzled at first, until he saw the duffle bag. I saw him look around and notice Benna. As soon as he picked her up and went inside I took off into the woods. I decided to stay in the old fort Rebekah and I had made just before she died. It wasn’t too far from my house and I needed some sleep before I head back out to deal with Roxanne and Jeanie. It was already dark by the time I woke up. I checked my watch and saw it was already 8:00 pm, so after eating a couple of Poptarts and grabbing my skinners I headed over to Roxanne’s house. Voicebox and I talked during the hour it took to reach our destination. We planned to head out of town as soon as I finished killing those stupid girls. We hadn’t decide where exactly we would go, but we both thought it was best to get as far away from here as we could, seeing how by then we will have killed six or more people, depending if I had to kill the girls’ parents. When I reached Roxanne’s the place was empty, but after a little searching I found out that her parents’ were out of town on a business trip and she was staying at Jeanie’s. I grinned at this because Jeanie lived outside of town. Her nearest neighbor was three miles away and her house was close to the woods, making for a fast getaway. I searched Roxanne’s room and found the sheaths for my skinners and attached them to my belt. Then I headed back to the fort for my backpack since I would be able to kill them both tonight I would just head out right from Jeanie’s house and I could even take a shower before leaving. I started twitching and giggling as I hiked to Jeanie’s. By the time I reached Jeanie’s I had myself under control again. It was now about 11:00 and the house was dark and silent. Shayla, kill her parents first. Then we can have some fun with those two before we kill them. Great idea, I’ll see what I can find to tie them up with in her parents’ room. I’ll have to be very quick and quiet while tying them up. I checked the back door of the house and found that the idiots hadn’t even locked it. Slowly and quietly I snuck up the stairs and peeked in the rooms. I found her parents’ room and crawled to the end of their bed. This kill was almost too easy. Jeanie’s mom had her head resting on her husband’s chest. I quickly stabbed the skinners into their skulls, killing them before they even had a chance to open their eyes. I quickly cut out their vocal cords and ate them while I searched their room for belts or scarves to tie Jeanie and Roxanne up with.

I was in luck; Jeanie’s dad had a lot of belts. I grabbed eight of them and snuck into Jeanie’s room. Both girls were fast asleep on Jeanie’s bed. I carefully tied them up with the belts, first by slowly and carefully stretching their arms up and tying them to the bars of the headboard. I was careful to spread them far enough apart that they wouldn’t be able to untie themselves. I did the same with their ankles and the bars of the footboard. Once they were safely secured I started giggling sinisterly. They both woke up with a start and tried to sit up only to find out they couldn’t. The fear and panic on their faces made me grin revealing my sharp canines. They both started yelling for Jeanie’s parents and demanding that I release them. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t have taken care of your parents before we came for our revenge?” I chuckled as I drew the skinners out of their sheaths “Shayla!!! What…How…Why…” Roxanne stuttered. “Let us go you skanky bitch!” Jeanie yelled. “I don’t think so Jeanie. After all I thought you might like to be reunited with your boyfriends and parents. It’s just too bad that Roxanne’s parents couldn’t join the party, but I’ll make sure they join you soon enough.” Before they had time to say anything else I cut their cheeks just like Joel had cut mine. I felt my tail swishing back and forth with glee as I started leaving shallow cuts all over the girls. I grinned as their screams of agony and fear serenaded me. It was music to my ears to hear them suffer just as I had. After a few hours of torturing them I ripped Roxanne’s vocal cords out with my teeth. I grinned at Jeanie and she watched with horrified eyes as I ate them. Roxanne gurgled as she choked to death on her own blood. “Don’t worry Jeanie; you’ll be joining her soon.” I said, but to my surprise it was Roxanne’s voice that came out of my throat. I giggled again and tore Jeanie’s throat out too. I ate her vocal cords too and laughed as she too drowned in her own blood. It was at that moment that I heard clapping from the doorway of the room. I spun around, raised my skinners, and growled at the figure standing there. He was taller than me, maybe about 6’1” tall. He was thin, but even with the bloodstained white hoody on I could tell he was fit. His hair was coal black and hung down to his shoulders. But these things were not what really caught my attention. It was his face that intrigued me. It was white, not the normal Caucasian white, but white, white, like it had been bleached. His eyes were large and unblinking; I could see that his eyelids had been burnt off. As if that wasn’t unusual enough there was his smile. His lips were a burnt red and he had deep gashes in his cheeks extending his smile almost to his ears. But the most perplexing thing was that while I knew I should be scared of him and the giant butcher knife in his hand, I wasn’t. “Who are you and what do you want?” I growled. “Name’s Jeff, Jeff the Killer. What I wanted sweetcheeks, was to kill these idiot. Unfortunately it looks like I got here too late. Well, not too late to watch the show you put on with those girls. I gotta say I’m impressed with how you handle those skinners.” He chuckled.

Don’t give him your real name, Shayla. Tell him that you are Voicebox. We will share that name from now on. Alright Voicebox. “The name is Voicebox, not sweetcheeks.” I replied. I wasn’t about to let my guard down with Jeff, he is, after all, a killer. “Nice name, sweetcheeks. You know I have some friends that would find you as interesting as I do. You ever heard of the Creepypastas?” “No. What are the Creepypastas?” “Well to human’s we’re urban legends and scary stories. But what we really are is practically immortal killers. Most of us live in Slender Mansion with Slenderman. You do realize that you are a new Creepypasta right?” “Really, so that’s what I am.” “Yep, and that means you can live with us in Slender Mansion.” “I don’t know…” Shayla, go with him. I know that everything will be alright. We can trust Slenderman. Are you sure we can trust him? I’m sure. Slenderman may be a killer, but he would never harm us. Alright. “Ok, just let me grab my backpack and we can head out.” “No problem, sweetcheeks.” He grinned bigger as I growled at him. “My name is Voicebox. Don’t call me sweetcheeks.” I sheathed my skinners and left the room. Jeff followed behind me and we left the house. I grabbed my backpack and motioned for Jeff to take the lead. He smirked as he lead me deeper into the wood. We soon reached a large cherry tree in a clearing. I was confused as to why Jeff had lead me here, until he walked up to the tree and shoved a key into a small knot hole in the trunk. There was a slight rumbling sound as a doorway appeared in the trunk of the tree. Jeff motioned for me to follow him as he walked through the doorway. The first thing I saw after I passed through the doorway was a huge mansion. It looked slightly creepy and possibly abandoned. Jeff grabbed my wrist and tugged me towards the mansion. “Well, this is Slender Mansion. Don’t worry, sweetcheeks, it looks much better on the inside.” “Jeff, quit calling me sweetcheeks.” I said as he opened the door. “Hey Slendy, I’m back and I brought a friend.” He yelled. “Child do not call me Slendy, and you know you are not supposed to…” I heard the deep voice trail off. I looked away from Jeff and saw an 8’ or 9’ tall man in a black business suit and no face standing in the foyer. “Daughter…you are alive.” The man Jeff called Slendy said as he scooped me up in a tight hug. “I thought you both your sister and you died with your mother.” “Huh, Slendy what do you mean daughter? Since when do you got kids?” Jeff looked just as confused as I was. “I’m sorry, but I think you might be confused. I just killed my parents yesterday.” “Shayla, you would not remember since you were very young when your mother died, but did your aunt never tell you? What about your sister Rebekah, is she still alive too?” “Whose Shayla, she said her name is Voicebox?” Shayla, Slenderman is telling you the truth. He is our father. The people you called your parents were actually our mother’s sister and her husband. Benna is our cousin. Our aunt should have told you about our mother years ago, but she never knew who our father was. Now answer our father, tell him what happened to Rebekah. He deserves to know everything, and I mean everything. He needs to know what our Uncle did to us. I’ll tell him about Rebekah, but I don’t want to tell him everything until we are alone. It is no one else’s business. Very well. “Father, I do go by Voicebox now. As for Rebekah, she died…ten years ago in a car accident. I’m sorry; no one ever told me that I was adopted.” “That is alright my dear. I have mourned for your mother and sister for 17 years. I am just happy that I have you back. Come, daughter, let me introduce you to the rest of the household. Then later tonight we shall sit down and get to know each other.” Father finally put me down and lead me into the living room. There were six guys sitting around playing games, talking or reading.“Everyone, I have someone I would like to introduce you too.” With that six pairs of eyes looked over towards me. “Everyone, this is my daughter, Voicebox.”

Chapter 3

The six people who were sitting in the living room stared at Father as if he had grown a second head. There was one in black and white who looked like a gothic clown with a striped cone nose. His jaw dropped and a bunch of half chewed candy fell out. Sitting on the floor in front of the T.V. was a boy who looked a lot like Link, but had black eyes with red pupils. After staring at Father for a minute his eyes landed on me and he gave me a perverted grin. A young man in black and dark blue, wearing a dark blue mask with black ooze coming out of the eye sockets was sitting in a chair with an open book in his lap. I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking because of his mask. One the couch were three young men, two of them were wearing masks, the third had some kind of mouth guard on and orange goggles. One of the masked men was wearing an orange hoody that shaded his face, leaving only glowing red eyes and a red stitched frown showing. The other masked man was wearing a yellow hoody and his mask was white with black eyes and a black painted mouth. The man with the goggles and mouth guard was wearing a brown long sleeved hoody with grey and brown stripped sleeves and was sharpening two hatchets while twitching every now and then. Jeff stood behind me laughing at the others in the room. With all the staring I was starting to get nervous and I started twitching again. At first no one said anything, but I could sense that they were all looking at me. My tail started swishing back and forth and I started to get irritated with the starting, especially from the Link look-alike. “Voicebox, these are my three proxies. Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby.” He said as he pointed them out to me. By this time my twitching was getting bad, my neck started cracking and my lips started twitching into a smile every few seconds. “That is Laughing Jack, most people call him L.J., next is Eyeless Jack, most call him E.J., and last is BEN Drowned. BEN, stop thinking like that about my daughter.” “N…nice to m…meet you.” I greeted between the twitches. I was hoping that I could leave the room soon, I could feel the twitching start to lessen, and I really didn’t want to start giggling in front of everyone. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to leave in time. As the guys in the room started greeting me in return the twitching stopped and my sinister giggling started. I could tell I was blushing as my giggling took hold. “S…sorry. C…can’t h…help it.” I managed to get out between the giggling. “I h…have Tou…Tourette S…Syndrome. I…it w…will s…stop in a mi…minute.” “That’s cool babe, I like your laugh.” BEN smirked as he winked at me. “So do you like videogames, babe?” “D…don’t call m…me babe. My n…name is V…Voicebox. Videogames a…are ok.” My giggling was finally starting to die down. “Ha, Ha, Ha, I agree with BEN. Ha, Ha, Ha, your giggling is very cute, Voicebox.”

L.J. said as he stuffed more candy in his mouth. “Ha, Ha, Ha, do you like candy?” “I like candy ev…every once in a wh…while.” “How do you feel about eating kidneys?” E.J. asked. “Um…I prefer vocal cords, but whatever floats your boat.” “Hoodie and I want to know if you like cheesecake.” Masky said. “I love cheesecake, who wouldn’t like cheesecake.” “Do you like pancakes?” Toby asked. “I adore pancakes, especially blueberry pancakes with boysenberry preserves on them.” By this time my giggling had completely stopped and I smiled at them revealing my sharp canine teeth. After chatting with the boys for a while and explaining how I was Slenderman’s daughter I started yawning. Father sent everyone to bed and asked me to follow him to his office. I waved goodnight to everyone, BEN smirked and winked at me and Jeff, of course called me sweetcheeks again which earned them both growls from me and a smack to the back of their heads from Father. I followed Father up the stairs and down a few corridors to his office; the door was black and had a white circle with a white X through it. Inside the office was a large desk, three walls covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves crowded with books, and a few chairs. Father sat down in the tall chair behind the desk and motioned for me to sit down in one of the other chairs. “Shayla, tell me about your life. I have missed so much; I wish I had known you were still alive. I would have brought you and Rebekah to live with me hear if I had only known.” I swear that I could see pain on Father’s featureless face. I suspect that he would have cried if he could have. “Father,” I sighed, “there is so much to tell you. I just ask that you listen to everything I have to say before you say anything.” “Of course, daughter.” Father said in a worried tone. Remember Shayla, you must tell him everything. He will be angry, but not with us. He loves us and would never hurt us. Trust me on this. I do trust you Voicebox. You may not always tell me everything, but you have not lied to me before and I doubt you will start now. I took a deep, calming breath and started telling Father about how life was ok while Rebekah was alive, but I knew that she was getting hit by the people I thought were my parents. I explained that I knew that Rebekah was protecting me, but that after she died they had turned their abuse towards me and how I stayed to protect Benna from their cruelty. I told him about the bullying and the teasing from the other kids at school. It was especially difficult to tell Father about the “punishments” I would receive from the man who I had thought was my father. Finally I told him about killing Biff, Joel, my “parents”, Jeanie’s parents, Jeanie and Roxanne. The entire time I was telling Father about my life, I started at my hands as I stroked my tail for comfort. I was afraid to look at Father, afraid that he would blame me for being raped. Most people blame the girl, said she was begging for it and lying about it.

A few minutes after I finished telling Father about my life, I felt his tendrils lift me up and he pulled me into a hug. He rocked me back and forth as though I was still a baby and wiped away the tears I hadn’t know I was crying. I noticed that the tears from my left eye were as black as night but the tears from my right eye were blood red. I looked up at Father and hugged him back, sobbing into his suit jacket. Finally I could let my tears fall, I cried out all the loneliness and pain I had felt for so many years. There was finally someone there who would hold me like Rebekah had; with love and understanding. After crying for about half an hour I drifted off to sleep, still cuddled in Father’s arms as he whispered words of love and comfort to me. I felt like I was finally home. I woke up the next morning in a large canopy bed. The silk sheets were blood red, the blanket was white with a black forest scene on it, the bed itself was made of purple heart wood, and the canopy was as red as the sheets. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, got up and looked around the room. The walls were painted sky blue and there was a dresser, a desk, and a vanity all made of purple heart wood like the bed. The carpet was black, there was a large bay window with a built in love seat and there were three doors in the room. I walked to the door nearest to the window and found a walk in closet with a wide selection of clothes, everything from jeans and tee-shirts to formal dresses. I also found my backpack and I picked out some underclothes, a pair of black low-rider jeans, a blue spaghetti strap belly shirt and a pair of black running shoes. I checked the second door on the same wall and found a private bathroom. With a squeal of delight I tossed my clothes on the white marble countertop, ran back to my backpack, grabbed my lavender scented shampoo, conditioner, body wash, my wild cherry blossom deodorant, my hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, and ran back to take a shower. I found some towels and washcloths under the sink and enjoyed the relaxing hot water. For once I was truly happy and I started to sing my favorite song, “Come Little Children” by Erutan. Once I was done I quickly dried off, changed into my outfit, put my clothes in the hamper and opened the door. To my surprise I found that my room had been invaded while I was in the bathroom. BEN, E.J., L.J., Masky, Hoody, Toby, Jeff and a cute little girl in a torn pink dress with brown messy hair and blood on her face were sitting in my room. The little girl jumped up off the bed and ran over to me as she held a brown teddy bear in her arms and smiled up at me. “Hello miss Voicebox. I’m Sally and this is Charlie. You sing really pretty, will you play with me?” She said as she looked up at me with large green eyes full of joy.

“Well hello Sally and Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” I said as I squatted down to her level. “I would love to play with you, but I’m kind of hungry. Maybe we could have breakfast together first and then play. Would that be ok?” “Sure, I’ll show you to the kitchen, Daddy Slendy should have breakfast ready soon.” “Sally,” I whispered to her as I bent closer to her, “do you know why everyone seems to be in my room?” “Yep.” She whispered back. “They heard your singing and came here so they could hear it better. BEN wanted to go into the bathroom, but the others wouldn’t let him.” “I see, thank you. If you would wait just a minute while I talk to the guys, I would love to walk down to the kitchen with you. I haven’t been there yet so I could use the help finding it.” “Ok. You’re real nice, miss Voicebox. Charlie says he likes you.” “Thank you Charlie, I like you too.” I stood up and looked at the guys. I raised an eyebrow and said in a very cold tone of voice, “you know boys it isn’t polite to come into a girl’s room without permission. I would appreciate if you would get my permission first. If not then I could always do to you what I did to Biff, and remove the head that does your thinking for you. Now if you would all be so kind as to leave, I would like to finish getting ready for breakfast without a male audience.” With that the boys all rushed out of my room, BEN looked almost as white as Jeff, and even Jeff looked a bit paler than he had been. I giggled as I walked over to the vanity and sat down to brush out my hair. When I was done I sat Sally down on the chair and fixed her hair up in a French braid. Then Sally and I walked down to the kitchen together. All the boys were seated at the table while Father was standing at the stove finishing up breakfast. I noticed that none of the boys were looking at me, and smirked. I helped Sally into her seat and walked over to Father. “Father, is there anything I can do to help?” “Thank you for offering, Daughter, but I am almost finished. Please take the seat next to Sally and I will be finished soon.” “Alright Father, perhaps I can help you with dinner then.” “That would be fine, I would enjoy the company.” I went back to the table and sat next to Sally. A few minutes later Father handed out everyone’s plates and sat down by me at the head of the table. I chuckled at all the different dishes Father had made. L.J. had a big bowl of candy, E.J. had kidneys, eggs and bacon, Masky and Hoodie had cheesecake pancakes, Jeff had bacon, sausage, eggs and toast, Father had a raw steak and some sausage, and the rest of us had blueberry pancakes. It was delicious; Father even had my favorite boysenberry preserves on the table for me. It was interesting to see that Father really did have a mouth. For some reason I wasn’t afraid of his sharp pointed teeth or his long black and white tongue. After breakfast I followed Sally up to her room and we played dress up and had a tea party.

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