Angel of Despair

A/N: Hey guys! This chapter, you will meet all the girls and go to the mansion, but going with a mostly unexplored idea. You will have your own powers. The picture above is what you basically look like in your 'Fallen' form as I call it. One wing and your eye glows whatever colour your eyes are. Also, you will have the ability to produce black flames and shape them however you'd like. You just have to learn to control them. Think of them like Rin's flames from Blue Exorcist.


Yami: Conveniently, Rin is in the picture for the song.


A/N: Oh yeah. Well, you should get the drill by now! Enjoy!


Y/N's POV


I was walking through the forest with my knife in my pocket, ready to find something to have me dead. But nothing. I walked for 10 minutes and nothing happened. After walking for another 5, I found a huge mansion that had somehow never been seen before. People in the town talked about killers in these woods. Maybe this is where they lived. I'm sure if some random guy barged in waving a colourful knife around, they would have them killed. So that was my plan. I straightened my collar on my coat and flipped out my knife. As I walked up to the large door, I reared back my foot and slammed it into the door, almost blasting it open.


Y/N: Sup fuckers!? 


I yelled into the mansion to draw attention to myself, but nothing. No sound, no movement. I walked a few feet in, casually observing the large foyer. It looked a lot nicer inside than outside. Outside, the building looked barely stable, inside though? It looked brand new. I flicked my knife around a bit as I walked the halls of the mansion, looking for anything out of place. I found a long hall that wrapped around the building, doors on my left and right. 


Most of them were labeled and I took note of how great it would be to live in a place like this... if I didn't want to be dead already. There was a gym, a pool with a sauna, three large shower rooms and several bedrooms. The names on the doors of the bedrooms were all weird nicknames that sounded like they were for killers and psychopaths. In my case, that was a good sign. If I pissed off anyone living in this place, I would be good and dead. So I yelled out again.


Y/N: Anyone home!? I'm here to fuck your shit up!


After getting no response, I simply walked into the theater room in the mansion and took note of the piano and mic on a stage as well as a few rows of seats. With nothing better to do until the killers got home, I went to the piano. I sat down and played a few tunes. Nothing special, just some basic stuff to go with songs I made before I jumped town. I smirked a bit to myself remembering my previous performances. Everyone that came to my show loved my stupid shit and one of their favourites was my song 'Straight White Male'. It was a dumb song about white people problems and apparently people thought it was goddamn hilarious. 


Eventually, I left the theater room and headed for the kitchen. I figured I'd be found quicker if I went to a place people love the most in their home. Food is usually high on a person's want list when they get home. After waiting in the kitchen for a few minutes, checking out all the different kinds of food they had, I heard the door creak a bit. I figured that the people here were home and I decided to greet them. I walked into the foyer to see several girls, all looking inhuman in some way. 


A girl with a pale face and carved smile, a tall woman with a suit and no face, a girl with a white mask with black eyes and a black dress, a taller girl in what looked like Link cosplay but their eyes had black sclerae with red irises, a girl with a smile stitched onto her face and a clock for an eye, and a girl with a blue mask with black eye holes with some sort of black liquid coming down it.


Y/N: Welcome home!


Clock: Huh!? Who are you!? How did a human get here!?


Y/N: So glad you asked! Why don't you slice my throat and you can go on with your lives?


Tall: Huh?


Smile: What did you say?


Y/N: What? You didn't hear me? I said... Slice. My. Throat.


Mask: He's asking to die! Let's just do it!


Y/N: Don't keep me waiting!


I yelled the last bit at them and felt something get heavy on my back. I didn't turn to see it, and I felt myself get a little warmer. For a second I thought I'd been stabbed by someone I didn't see, but the shocked looks from the demon girls said otherwise. I finally turned my head and saw a large black wing coming out of my back. I looked down at my body to see some black flames coming off of me.


Y/N: What the hell?


The tall faceless woman walked up to me and I stood there, ready to be done with this shitty world. I closed my eye and spread my arms out wide, expecting a strike. What I got instead was what I had been getting for the last few hours. Nothing. I opened my eye to see the faceless woman still just standing there.


Y/N: Well? Do you feel the need to torment me longer? Or are you gonna attack?


Tall: Who are you?


Y/N: Y/N L/N, comedian, singer, guy who wants you to take one of the many sharp and or pointy things in this room and plunge it through my skull.


Tall: I am Slenda, these are Jess, Jane, Clockwork, Benny, and Jackie. Tell me, why do you seem so insistent on dying?


Y/N: I don't have anything else left and everyone I see on a daily bases thinks I'm some freak.


Slenda: Because of the wing and fire? The eye?


Y/N: Because I ripped a guy's arm off with a kitchen knife when I was 8.


The girls all looked at me in shock, but they seemed... impressed?


Slenda: That is quite the feat. Would you like to join us?


Y/N: Join you?


Slenda: Yes, you could live in the mansion with us and you wouldn't have to be scared of being called monster or freak. Besides, your abilities intrigue me.


I thought it over. I seemed like a dumb deal. Join them? I came here in the hopes to die and maybe kill one of these demons... people... whatever I should call them. But, on the other hand, this was one hell of a nice place, and even though the girls don't really look like they'd kill me in my sleep, I knew I could change that. If I stayed, my chances of death were higher and I was likely to at least enjoy my last moments. Even if just a little.


Y/N: I guess no matter how I look at it, staying is the best option for me. If I mess up, I die. If I don't mess up right away, I can at least enjoy myself a little before I die.


Slenda: You won't be dying anytime soon Y/N. I'll see to that.


Y/N: Tch.


I walked off and found the theater room again. By now, my strange new wing had disappeared and the fire was gone. I decided to think about that later. For now, I just wanted to play something to keep my mind off things. I played for a few minutes before realizing that I was really tired. I hadn't noticed it before, but I was up late getting here after my show. Plus all the waiting for anyone to show up. I decided to go ask Slenda where I'd be sleeping. When I found her in the kitchen, I walked up behind her and called her out.


Y/N: Hey Slenda. 


Slenda: Ah, hello Y/N. Aren't you up a little late?


Y/N: I've got no room here.


Slenda: Of course! I forgot! The room between the pool and Benny's room. It should be open and clean for you.


Y/N: Thanks, I guess.


Slenda: I'd like to talk to you later about this problem of yours.


Y/N: Sure, sure. But first, sleep.


I walked off and found the room. It was pretty big, a queen sized bed in the corner, a walk in closet, and a desk with a TV on it across from the bed. I took off my boots and coat before putting my knife on my bed side table. I slept soundly that night. The best sleep I've had in years... And I had no idea why.


A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading! That was you learning you had some cool power and being brought in by the Creepypastas.


Yami: Why are the only online pictures for female creepypastas so sexual and completely focused on the bust and ass but not the character?


A/N: Because it's fan art and guys want something then can... enjoy themselves with.


Yami: That's kinda gross... taking characters and switching the genders to make them more... what's the word?


A/N: Thicc?


Yami: Yeah, that! 


A/N: Can't really argue that. That's some of the only stuff I refuse to draw.


Yami: That's good.


A/N: Anyways. Signing off!


-Iain

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