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Classic CreepypastaXFem!Reader - Part 4

"The Housekeeper"

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Premise: You work full-time as a housekeeper for a sketchy motel just to get by, barely enough to pay rent for your shitty one-bedroom apartment and care for you, and the cat you adopted when you found him out by the dumpsters. When you're unexpectedly fired from your job, a man in a yellow Carhart jacket offers you a deal, and tells you to think it over.

And, what other choice do you have?

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, Female reader, Everyone's height is based off of your own, No hair description or skin description for reader, Everybody wants a piece of that, Swearing, Fandom-Typical dark themes such as; Blood, Kidnapping, Murder, Drugs/Alcohol, Classic Slender mansion AU, Y/N used for the vibes, this is purely for fun

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cleaning up blood, Accidently skipping meals, Descriptions of fainting, Y/N might have some kind of marble hornets-esque sickness, Implied cannibalism, If I missed anything, let me know!

WC: 4.8k

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The bed here is far cozier than the one you used to own, and you sleepily wonder what happened to your old mattress as you pull the blankets up to your chin. Oatmeal purrs quietly, curled up in a ball right against your legs, the lights dim and the house quiet and soothing in a way you weren't sure was possible here. You're not sure what time it is, just that the sun is still long since asleep, and you were softly lulled out of unconsciousness by something quiet and unknown.

You've barely started to settle back in, filling your lungs with the fresh sweet night air coming in from the cracked window, the world around you growing fuzzy as your brain attempts to pull you back into a dream.

A creak in the wooden floor makes your eyes snap open without you wanting them to, body jolting awake at the sudden noise in your seemingly empty bedroom. You force your breath to stay steady, wondering if one of the many residents of the mansion no longer want you here despite barely having made it through a full day. Oatmeal perks up his head, his eyes resting on something in the middle of the room and staying there, wide and watching as he stares into the dark of your bedroom.

Moving to prop yourself up on your elbow feels like you're being weighted down by wet concrete, your body attempting to play dead in wake of something unseen hiding in your room. When the light flicks on, you're face to face with big green eyes, gasping and jumping upright in your bed as giggles fill the otherwise quiet room.

Sally laughs, clearly finding an incredible amount of joy in having scared you awake. It's hard to be mad, her smile pure and genuine while she beams at you, the hand you have placed over your heart barely doing anything to calm your nerves. You laugh despite yourself, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you settle your attention on the small girl in the center of your room.

"Jeez, you sure know how to spook someone, huh?" You smile over at her, breath slowly returning to normal as Oatmeal stands up with a stretch and a yawn, walking to the edge of the bed to meow at Sally in hopes of getting extra attention. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep." She wrings her fingers together, twisting in her spot before she steps forward to let Oatmeal sniff the back of her hand. The cat skips the formalities, shoving his head into her hand while she grins down at him. "I wanted hot chocolate."

"You—What?" You're honestly not sure if you heard her right, the boldness of standing in someones room until they wake up to ask for hot chocolate more so impressive than anything else. "You want me to make you some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, please!" She says it like it's your idea, a dimpled smile making it increasingly hard to say no as you consider what the harm could be in making a small batch of hot chocolate. The more you think about it, the tastier it sounds, really.

"You know what? I will go make us some hot chocolate." You nod, just the excitement she exudes from making a simple warm treat worth waking up in the middle of the night. A small part of you understands how much parents love their kids, and another part of you wishes for an uninterrupted night of sleep. "Go ahead and wait in your room, I'll be back up with your hot chocolate in a couple minutes, okay?"

"Okay!" She scoops up Oatmeal without another word, the cat overly large in her arms and looking at you like he's not quite sure whether or not to be happy about this. Regardless, he lets the girl carry him out of the room without a problem, soft humming from a little voice slowly fading away.

You slide out of bed, the hardwood floor chilly on your feet as you gather your balance, still barely awake and using the side table for support. You leave your door open, still rubbing the blurriness from your vision as you reach the end of the hallway.

There's a small light on above the sink, and you already can't wait to go back to the soothing dim lighting before you've even turned on the bigger light. Unfortunately, you need light to search for cocoa ingredients, so you close your eyes and turn on the big light in hopes to slowly adjust your eyes.

Somehow, the light is more than tolerable when you open your eyes. You can see, you can search, but you're positive the lights are much dimmer than they were just a few hours ago at dinner. You place a hand on the wooden door frame, sleepily thanking the house for not being too bright before you can second guess the action.

You manage to find all the things you need, placing a big pot on the stove and the ingredients in one by one, the house silent besides the trees softly rustling outside the windows. Normally, you expect to hear crickets, or birds that wake up before the sun does. But, you hear nothing, the woods asleep just like most of the residents of the mansion you now call home.

Even your own sounds seem muffled, careful to place the cocoa powder down and then it barely makes a tap, your footsteps all far quieter than you think they should be. You're too tired to evaluate it, so you silently put together a pot of hot chocolate, and stir needlessly through half-lidded eyes.

"The fuck are you doing in here so late?" The voice makes you jump, whipping around to see a confused Jeff, most of his normal annoyance hidden with exhaustion, dark shirt and sweatpants replacing his usual attire. Your eyes trail down to his socks, bright blue with stars on them that stick out like a sore thumb against the rest of him.

You decide not to comment on it.

"Sally wanted hot chocolate." You motion to the pot with the whisk still in your hand, all the ingredients safely tucked away where they belong. "I made too much on accident, do you want some?"

"Did she scare you awake for it?" There's barely the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, exaggerated by the carved smile scarred into his cheeks. He snickers when you nod, shaking his head like it's a routine he knows all too well. His eyes trail to the pot on the stove, for once looking more amused than irritated. "And you got up at 3 in the morning to make her hot chocolate from scratch?"

"Well, it tastes better when it's home made." You mostly grumble, leaving out the part you didn't realize not making it from scratch was even an option.

He walks further into the kitchen without a word, opening a cupboard near the sink and reaching up to a shelf you couldn't quite reach. He tosses down two pre-made hot chocolate mixes, closing the cupboard before leaning back against the counter beside them.

"For next time." He nods towards the packets, watching as you pull down a third mug, and cross the kitchen to snag a bottle of whipped cream from the fridge.

"I don't think she'll let me use the pre-made ones after having it this way." You turn off the stove and give the pot one last stir before you scoop him a mug, holding up the whipped cream in silent question, and handing him the full mug without the topping when he declines any.

You turn back to the stove, scooping Sally and yourself a mug, and being generous with the whipped cream. You put a few rainbow sprinkles on the top of hers, the little detail always making it 'taste better' to younger eyes. Thankfully, scooping Sally a normal sized mug, and you and Jeff two rather large ones managed to use up all of the hot chocolate you had made.

When you turn back around to place the pot in the sink, you're surprised to see Jeff still standing in the same spot. He's staring at the liquid in the mug like he's debating something, brows furrowed and a new tense in his jaw.

"Be careful around here, okay?" He doesn't look at you as he speaks, eyes stuck on the hot chocolate and refusing to meet your own. "Don't let your guard down." He leaves the kitchen without another word, head down and steps nearly silent as he disappears from view, leaving you with an unease settling in your chest as his words swirl uselessly through your head.

You leave the pot to deal with in the morning, putting away the sprinkles and whipped cream before you flick off the light and grab the mugs. The ceramic is warm in your hands, the curtains blowing softly in the late-night air, and where you were previously serene and sleepy, you're now on edge and on high alert.

Sally is cozy in her bed when you reach her, Oatmeal already curled up and asleep on her lap as she quietly giggles, in the process of softly poking his ear so it flicks repeatedly. She meets your eyes with more surprise than you were expecting, her gaze falling to the mug of hot chocolate in your hand as all confusion is replaced with palpable excitement.

"I thought you forgot!" She whispers too loudly, her body restless in her spot under the sleeping cat as you carefully bring her the mug. Little hands reach out eagerly, her 'thank you' nearly interrupted by the drink. Already large eyes get impossibly bigger, filling with utter glee as she starts sipping on the cocoa. "This is the best hot chocolate ever."

"Do you mind if I bring him back to bed with me?" You point at the cat on her lap, and she nods before finishing a particularly large sip, out of breath from using all of her might to drink up the hot chocolate as soon as possible.

"Yeah, he's heavy for my legs." She wiggles her feet, the sight temporarily easing the previous fright that had settled in at Jeff's words. You pick up Oatmeal, the cat laying like a lug over your shoulder as he gets comfortable in your arms, little head rested on you as big eyes sleepily scan the room. "Thank you for the hot chocolate, miss." You melt a little at her warm words, a genuine compliment from a child always feeling a little more meaningful. "I hope you last longer than the others."

The warmth is replaced by freezing cold fear not a moment later, bucketing down on you like she had just dropped you back into reality with 8 simple words. You manage a smile, mumbling something about how drinking the cocoa too fast will upset her stomach as you all but dart out of her bedroom.

Oatmeal still lays cozy over your shoulder, the soft purring making it a little easier to get through the long dark hallways and deep dark staircases, the trek back to your bedroom passing by much quicker than you're sure it should. Regardless, soon you're back in your bed with a cup of hot chocolate, feeling a little safer in your own bubble with your own things.

Stupidly, you think maybe distracting yourself with your phone may help. But, instead, you have a message from an unknown number, the 'Hello, Human (:" Staring back at you doing nothing to ease any worries.

It's just Viviana, apparently given your phone number from Ben, who you learn has far more information than you'd ever like anyone to have. Somehow, knowing who it is doesn't make you feel any better, only wondering now who else has your number, and if you even know them.

You're not sure when you fell asleep, only that your alarm is waking you up and the sun is now high in the sky. Oatmeal stretches and yawns, hopping off the bed to surely go get his morning snack and water, leaving you to wonder how much of last night was incomprehensible dreams, and how much was reality.

There's another text on your phone when you check, this time from Tim, letting you know Slender will be sending you both on an outing for supplies. A part of you is excited for the travel through the woods, and another part of you is anxious at the thought of spending hours in a confined space with someone you don't really know.

Regardless, you have a busy day ahead of you.

You're dressed and ready for the day much faster than you would be normally, eager to get to the tasks that have been slowly eating away at the back of your every thought. Normally, you think you may have forgotten a thing or two by now, or have to take a couple moments to gather up the list in your head. But, it seems like the mental list is kept somewhere safe for you, physical and solid as you sort through each thing without forgetting a detail.

The pot and mugs from the night before barely take five minutes to clean, and when that's done, you're more than itching to get to the large stain by the front door, unsure why that spot has felt particularly bothersome to you. It's after you've gotten on your hands and knees to pour and dab with hydrogen peroxide that you hear the faint sound of footsteps slowly making their way up the porch on the other side of the door.

You're too focused on what you're doing to notice the door open, old blood bubbling up to be dabbed away over and over again mesmerizing in a way you're not sure it should be. It's only when a set of dark heels stop in front of you that you're finally snapped out of your daze, head shooting up to meet the gaze of the woman looking down at you.

Her eyes are pitch black and sharp, the rest of her features soft on a white stained face, black hair and lips stark in contrast. She stands in front of you without a word, black heels just on the outskirts of the stain you're removing.

"Are you the new housekeeper?" Her voice is smooth, alluring in a way that nearly makes you stutter when you respond. Her expression stays measured, her figure hugged by a dress as dark as her eyes, perfume making you dizzy as you stare up at her from your spot on the ground.

"Yeah." You shrug, you attention slowly being pulled back to the stain you're working out like a string is tied to your thoughts and tugged on. "I got here two days ago, I think?"

"Time is strange here." She nods, kneeling down to be level with your eyes as she looks you over. "My name is Jane. I hope I see you again."

Jane reaches toward your cheek, a delicate touch to your skin as she wipes away a small splatter of something that had settled on your cheekbone. Her touch doesn't linger, and her smile doesn't reach her eyes as she stands back upright from her spot crouched in front of you.

Her heels click on the hardwood floor as she walks away, leisurely making her way towards and up the stairway, nails tracing along the molding on the banister. Your attention is back on the stain before you realize it, already more than halfway gone and taking up all your brainpower like a parasite.

You hear a familiar squeal from upstairs, likely Nina greeting Jane, and can't help but smile as you pour and dab out the blood. Something about it feels homey, the distant giggles and chatter as Nina catches up with Jane, the mundane routine as you watch the old dried up gore bubble up and out of the wooden floor just to get patted away by a browning cloth.

The rest of the day is more of the same, pulled one direction and the next by an invisible task list like you're an android designed to accomplish a task. By the time you realized you had accidentally skipped breakfast, the dinner bell is ripping you up and out of your hours-long daze. You gasp like you had been jump scared, suddenly back in your body all at once, the sensation making you nearly topple over.

Your ears ring, static filling your head and vision, the small cleaning closet in front of you quickly out of focus and growing dark as you uselessly try to support yourself on the doorframe.

By the time you can see and hear again, you can feel a chest against your back, and hands softly holding your arms to keep you upright. A groan slips past your lips, your hand reaching up to hold your head as you steady yourself and turn around, met with sweet brown eyes that look a little more amused than concerned.

"Are you o-okay?" Toby keeps a hand on your arm just below your shoulder, unintrusive and rather helpful as the dizzy spell passes. "Y'almost knocked me over."

"Yeah, I just got really dizzy." You step away from his hand once you feel normal again, vision clear and head slowly draining the static away as you catch your breath. "I didn't realize how late it was, it feels like I just woke up."

"Yeah, you'll get used to it." He shrugs, cracking his knuckles rhythmically, bandage tugging at his cheek when he smiles down at you. "Can never tell if it's Slender, or the house."

You're a little unsure what to say in response, eyes drifting to the grain in the wooden doorframe like it'll have an answer to Toby's question, only coming up more confused than before. It's a frustrating pattern you've noticed lately, that every time you're given new information, it only holds a million more tiny questions inside.

"C'mon, Slender gets Sa-Sassy if we're late to dinner." He nods toward the end of the hall, waiting for you to follow him out of the closet and into the kitchen. His head snaps to the side as you close the door, shoulder smacking into his ear in a way that looks painful, and doesn't seem to affect him whatsoever.

You follow silently, watching Toby plop himself down in the same seat he was in last night, leaned all the way back like he hasn't got a care in the world, a small smile perpetually on his face as he silently watches the already unfolding chaos at the table.

Nina is talking enthusiastically with her hands to a rather serene looking Jane, the bright pinks and purples waving around a rather jarring contrast to the still woman only in black and white.

Slender is busy with plating the food as you take a moment at the sink to clean up before dinner, the inside of the kitchen reflecting on the window in front of you as you wash your hands. You're not sure if you can see movement from outside, or from inside, but the skittering and darting your eyes keep catching makes your skin crawl and your hair stand on end.

Your eyes involuntarily snap down to your hands in the running water, watching the soap run off your skin instead of the possible thing moving around out in the dark woods. You can't bring yourself to check again, muscles tensing like the thing is getting closer, like it sees you, and you body can tell without having to meet it's eye. You go through the motions anyway, skin so taut you shake as you turn the water off and dry your hands, rushing back towards the table just fast enough to worry it could chase you despite not being inside.

Jeff is the only one missing from the list of people that were here last night, instead replaced by Jane, the only similarities being the pale face and dark hair.

Slender sets down the plates, and Jack brings his and Viviana's food, the two seemingly trading off cooking responsibilities due to their abnormal diet. You consider for a moment asking, but worry the question is somehow invasive, the members of the mansion all being rather private it seems.

A plate is set down in the empty seat beside yours, Slender sitting at the head of the table as everyone begins their meal. You eye Jack and Viviana's plates, their food always looking a little different than everyone else.

Viviana notices, clouds of eyes moving from yours to her plate as she gathers up a bite full on her fork. She holds it out across the table to you, a small smile on her face as she ignores a shocked Jack beside her, his own fork stopping halfway to his mouth as he watches the interaction.

"Would you like to try some?" Her smile holds something you can't quite decipher, the food inching toward your mouth as she keeps a careful hand beneath the fork just in case a piece of food falls.

You take a bite, the flavor and texture wholly unique. It isn't bad by any means, just new, and she looks more than happy you've indulged her by taking a bite of her food. Jack says nothing, hesitating before he resumes his own meal, and you wonder what exactly it is that you just ate.

The front door slams open, the walls shaking when it's subsequently slammed shut. "Jane, you fucking bitch!"

The table falls silent as Jeff's voice rings out from the entryway, your eyes falling on Jane, who could not look more amused than she does in this moment. Her smile is bright and genuine, hard to hold back as she shifts in her seat, waiting for Jeff to stomp his way into the dining area. His chair creaks as he plops himself down, all but missing the steam coming out of his ears as he crosses his arms and bounces his leg rapidly.

"Is there a problem, Jeffery?" Jane's voice is just as calm as when she met you, smooth and soft as she takes a bite of her food like she has all the time in the world and more. "You seem upset."

"I hunted him for weeks. Weeks!" He nearly slams his hand down to grab his fork, his movements sharp and jagged as he rants and raves to the rather happy woman sitting across from him. "Just for you to fucking hide him from me. Where did you put him this time?"

"Telling you would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?" She grins, beaming and proud of whatever she did, soaking up all of Jeff's irritation like her favorite drink. "What I will say, is that it barely took time out of my own missions."

"You are so fucking lucky I can't kill you." He points the knife he's using toward her with his words, sharp edge glinting in the light with every harsh word that comes out of his mouth.

"What, you mean a second time?" Her eyes narrow, tone snippier around the edges than it had been before, knuckles growing pale as she grips her fork a little too hard. "I would love to see you try—"

"Enough." Slender's voice booms so loud it echos in your skull, bouncing around and giving you a headache as it rings out, the previous growing fight falling silent in an instant. The two eye each other from across the table, their mouths nearly glued shut as they pick at the food in front of them, clearly more to say on the tip of their tongues. "Y/N and Timothy are making a supply run tomorrow. If you have any requests, put them on the list before 7am tomorrow morning."

Dinner is silent from then on out, with everyone slowly filing out in an unnaturally polite manner one by one as they each finish their meals. Once the table is empty, you move through the motions of cleaning up and washing dishes, tasks being crossed off your list one by one.

You call it an early night after the dishes are done and you've showered, laying in bed with Oatmeal sleeping across your legs as you stare at the ceiling, too many and not enough thoughts all spinning around too fast for you to hold onto one.

Eventually, it's morning, and you're dressed for the outing and being given a rather large list of things to get from outside of the woods. The list ranges from groceries, to bleach, to rope and chains, each item painting a clear picture you refuse to see.

Maybe, you consider, they're hunters.

And, that's certainly one way to put it.

Tim greets you with a curt nod as you step outside of the mansion for the first time since you've arrived, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray balanced on the railing of the large wooden porch. He moves down the steps and toward the truck without a word, and you can't quite tell if it's because he trusts you'll follow, or because he doesn't care.

The radio starts up with the rumble of the truck, music hidden under the engine as you buckle your seatbelt, the car bouncing and rocking on the uneven ground. The ride begins quiet, a comfortable silence as Tim drives and you watch the trees out the passenger side window.

Slowly, the further away you get, the more connected to your body you begin to feel. Your thoughts start to become your own, concerns you should've had sooner becoming all too clear as you're shocked back into reality in the harshest way yet.

Your hand rests against your forehead, a gentle throbbing you're getting really tired of settling in your skull. Tim notices, sparing you a glance before he starts talking, keeping his eyes on the dirt road as he reaches just behind the seat to grab a small bag.

"Her part of the woods always feels the weirdest." He plops the bag in your lap, pills rattling inside the small backpack, a fresh water bottle in the mesh on the side. "Take two, it'll help."

"Who is 'Her'?" Asking a question feels abnormal, a genuine wonder slipping past your lips as you unzip the bag, snacks and water and a small bottle of prescription painkillers inside.

"She's a neighbor, helps us out sometimes if we ask nice." He shrugs, a small sigh following as he motions off somewhere in the woods. "We'll probably have to stop by her cabin on the way back to get the charms."

"Does she have a name?" You pop two of the pills in your mouth, deciding after everything going on lately, now really isn't the time to start being cautious. The water is slightly warm, and drinking it just makes your throat feel dry, but you're hopeful for the painkillers to do their job.

"She has a few." He looks over at you for a little longer this time, just barley a few seconds before his focus is back on the path ahead, an actual paved road coming into view at the farthest edge of your vision. "How's the sickness treating you?"

"The what?" You pause as you zip up the bag, looking over at him with your brows knit together as he drives through the trees.

"We call it the 'Slender sickness', but it's a little different for the housekeepers." He shrugs like it's normal, the truck bumping and evening out as it reaches pavement sooner than you think it should, the woods growing and shrinking the same way the mansion often seems to. "Seemed like a lot on you today."

"I had a lot to do." You let your head fall back against the seat behind you, the hooks of the mansion slowly easing their way out of you as you travel further away. "It's kinda nice to be so focused, my apartment would've been a lot cleaner if I had this before."

He laughs, the sound surprising you more than you expected. You can't help the smile growing on your features, the absurdity of everything something you hadn't considered as funny before, now making giggles bubble up from your chest.

"You are really something else, you know that?" He shakes his head, a warm bewilderment settling over him as you shrug back at him in response, comfortable silence filling up the space where laughter has died down.

Despite the circumstances, the unknown and the absurd, maybe these are people you can call your friends. At least, you hope.

For now, you still have a supply run to complete.

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AN: Fun fact, originally this was titled "Someone's in the bathroom" but the name was a little too long and had nothing to do w the story so I changed it for posting.

CHAAATTT are the spooky parts spooky? I lowkey creeped myself out a tiny bit when I was talking about the possible thing outside the window idk I hope it freaked you out too heheh

Sorry it took me extra long to write this one, a game I've been waiting nearly 7 years for finally released and it is currently taking up all my brainpower uughghhghhghh

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