Since nobody on tiktok seems to know who this is, I’ll post it here, I’m new to tumblr so idk what I’m supposed to do, 💀 I posted this on my tiktok @Surntinty, Hope you like it!
Summary: Born with the wealth anyone can just dream of. Big house, luxury cars, lots of toys, dresses, getting in rich schools, etc. Then a new neighbor came in, you plan to make friends with their children, but there's this one particular creepy kid that caught your attention.
A/N: I read a story like this. {idk how to tag(˘･_･˘) } Her fanfic inspired me to write one like hers( ◜‿◝ )♡
Word count: 1.3K words.
Summer break...
1959
Hawkins, Indiana
6:00 p.m.
It was summer break for your school, everyone was on vacation, leaving their houses for weeks, children's excited screams in your neighborhood, teens driving their cars, typical summer days.
You? lying on the sofa for God knows how long. Your family was branded as one of the richest people on the list, people nor police officers dare to speak ill behind your backs as they would face severe punishments in return.
"I heard we have a new neighbor coming today" I get up, "Oh, yes, yes, we do have, I heard they were also listed as a wealthy family too." Diane laughs.
"Shouldn't we give them a something as a welcoming gift?" She leans to my father.
After mother died, father has been collecting gold-digging sluts from around the town. Party here and party there. It seems that mother was the only one working for their relationship. Diane was the only one that stayed long and even considered me as her daughter.
"I'll come." I approach them. Diane looks at me.
"That's a very good idea, I'll bake them a cake while Y/N can give it to them!" she beams. I only volunteered to do this seeing that I have nothing to do in this hell hole.
{Holy Time Skip}
"Here" Diane hands me a home-made cake of hers. "Make sure to be polite to them ok?" She pats my head. Diane sure looks mesmerizing on the outside ,but, if I don't be careful, she can stab me in the back and all I know is that I am now in the streets begging for food and pennies.
"Sure, sure". I proceed to head to the designated target, their house was just 5 blocks from us, It was huge but not too huge that it'll surpass mine. ╰（‵□′）╯
The house was colored blue with white as the secondary color. It had a fancy parking lot, and a big backyard with a playground as the front yard.
~Ding, Dong~ ╰(*°▽°*)╯
"Oh? good evening darling" A woman appeared before me, most likely in her 30's.
She has a short auburn colored hair with a headband secured to it, wearing a baby blue dress that sways when a breeze comes by. Blue eyes that shimmers upon the moonlight.
"Are you okay little girl?" she waves her hands. "O-oh I'm sorry, this-" I show her the cake, "This is a welcoming gift from my..".
"My mom" I internally cringe as it left my mouth. "Oh thank you dear, this looks delicious, why don't you come in?" she opens the door wider. "Oh, no need Mrs. ?"
"Virginia, Virginia Creel" She shakes my hand. "No need for that Mrs. Creel" I chuckle.
"It's getting late, I just needed to give it to you" "Well- if you insist, but please visit us again, I'd love to introduce my children to you" She waves goodbye and closes the door.
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"So how was it?" Father glances to me. "It was fine." I replied. "Give me the details" He flips a page of his newspaper.
"The lady that handled the cake was nice to me, she was so pretty." Diane chuckles. "Did she like my cake?". "She did, she looked so happy.."
"She looks like mothe-". Before I could even finish, ather intruded.
"Don't ever mention her in front of me" he grips my mouth along with my chin. Tears threaten to slide down my eyes but I won't let it, no one wants a person who just cries easily as babies does.
"Understand?" He tightens his hold. "Father-.. It hurts-" I stammer.
"DO.YOU.UNDERSTAND!" He retorted. Fucking bitch. I thought.
"Y-yes father" I quickly nod. "Go to your room before I do anything worse" he loosens his grip.
"Old fucking man has the guts to do that" I hissed as I run upstairs.
"You didn't have to do that hun" Diane consoled.
He has been like this ever since mother died, Whoever mentions her or even at least describes her in some way he'll get mad just like now.
I lie down my bed and slowly drift of to wonderland.
{Time Skip}
7:34 a.m.
Hawkins, Indiana.
L/N Estate.
{Note: Think of anything you want to wear but in the 1950's era dynamic}
I woke up in a good mood whilst what happened last night. I groggily stand up and made my way to clothe myself. I wore my usual attire in this hot summer.
I went down and was met with a sight of a bountiful breakfast. "Oh? Good Morning Y/N" Diane wipes her hands on her apron.
"Morning" I yawn. "Your Father went to a business trip". "What? why so sudden?" I scratch my head.
"Yes, I was also shocked that the office called last night, they said it was urgent" she says as she hands me a piece of bread. "Thanks" I really love it when Diane cooks for us, her food tastes like a 100 star restaurant. q(≧▽≦q)
"By the way.." She looks at me "Hm?"
"I have to go somewhere later, so you'll have to take care of yourself".
"Sure. But when will you be back?"
"I'll be home at 4 afternoon, make sure to eat ok?" I nod.
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"Goodbye" I wave. I continue to watch her as she disappears from my sight.
"I'm bored!" A girl's voice complained. "Then go play with your dolls" then a boy's voice chimes in. I peek through the thin hedges between the houses and saw two children. One playing with dolls and another one reading a book on a swing.
"Children.." I smirk.
I sneak behind the boy's back just to make sure he doesn't run away the moment he sees me.
"Hello" I pat the his shoulder. He turns around with a small frown plastered on his face.
"What's your name?" Damn, I sound like a kidnapper, I thought.
"Why would I tell you my name?" He raises one of his eyebrows. "My name is Y/N L/N, I live just 5 blocks from your house" I held out my hand but he refused it.
"You gave your name to an unknown stranger, how pathetic" he rolls his eyes. I gloom over how he couldn't just answer my DAMN QUESTION! I slowly retreat back to my house when he called for me.
"Henry" He uttered still looking at his book. "Henry Creel".
My eyes glimmer back as he answers, "Would you like to play with me!" I beamed as I approach him, "No".
Summary - Reader gets injured and doesn’t tell anybody. Reader is a child at the Hawkins Laboratory.
A/N - I’m sorry for it being so short.
Word count - 648
It was early in the morning. The orderly was taking attendance in the rainbow room and noticed the absence of Number nine, you. He expected you to be tired, the day before Number two had managed to not only push you out of the circle but also across the room, however you stood back up again and moved yourself to the line the only thing seemingly wrong with you being your ego.
The rest of the day you had mopped around, sitting on a chair in the corner until it was the end of recreation and you had to go to your room. Since then nobody had seen you. Peter assumed that you were too embarrassed to leave your room that morning. When he had everyone accountant for, he made his way over to your room.
Peter knocked on your door, nothing. He did know whether you were asleep still or stubborn so he opened the door. You were still in your bed but you were away, sitting up and staring at the wall ahead of you.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Today is a new day, so if you're upset about yesterday, you can use today to prove yourself." Peter smiled at you but it wasn't reciprocated. Your remained seated in your bed. "Well, well, you won't improve if you spend all of your time in here."
You turned away from him. "Papa will be angry." You spoke quietly.
"And why might that be?" He moved towards you. "If somethings happened then I'd like you to tell me, problems don't just disappear. Not even here."
You moved your right arm so he could see it. There where bruises and it looked swollen, Peter took it in his hands to examine it closer. "Oh dear, lets take you to get this checked out." He stood up and you took that as your cue to follow after him. At least he wasn't mad at you. "And I want you to know that Papa isn't going to be angry with you about this but if this happens again you should tell someone, you can't practice injured." He smiled more of a smirk and raised his eyebrow at you. "We wouldn't want to make it too easy for the others, now would we?" You shook your head in agreement.
You made your way to the infirmary room and Peter instructed for you to sit on a bed whilst he explained what had happened to a nurse. The nurse came over to you and crouched down to your level. "May I see your wrist, Number Nine." He asked. You looked from him to Peter, who nodded his head, smiling at you. You handed the nurse your wrist and he began to look over it. "It's most certainly sprained. Wait here Nine I'll go get something to wrap this with." The nurse spoke before standing up and grabbing a role of bandages.
You looked over to Peter when he walked away. Peter could sense your unease and walked over to you, sitting himself beside you on the bed. "There's nothing to worry about Nine. He's here to help you, Papa wouldn't bring anyone here who could hurt you." Peter eased your fear. He sat besides you as your wrist was taken care of before he walked you back and to the rainbow room.
You were instructed to not practice with the others until your wrist was better, you spent more time in the rainbow room because of that and Peter was assigned to work with your cognitive skills. The two of you would play chess against each other and you occasionally got close to beating him but you were never successful. When your wrist was better and the nurse said you could you began training with the others again.
"Thank you, Peter." You said on you way back from the infirmary.
Fuck. Y/N was staring down at the corpse that had just fallen to her feet. The deformed body had haunted her vision the moment it had entered. The broken limbs, the bloody face and the missing eyes. She knew who did this, because he was standing in front of her.
“Jesus, Peter”. The blonde orderly had struck his wrath on another innocent orderly. His eyes had been filled with pure malice, like the brutal crime he had just committed with all but a fender-bender. Peter Ballard was a murderer, a cold hearted murderer.
“Love, why do you care so much? Why does it matter if I kill?” Why did it matter? Why didn’t it matter?. She wanted to scream, scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to tell him how awful of a person he was, how he shouldn’t have killed him. What was his motive? Was it just for kicks?
Jesus Y/N this isn’t a horror movie.
“Brenner won’t know, I’ll clean it up as fast as I can”. He goes across the room, and arrives at her feet. Neither of them moved, the lifeless body still laying on the ground. The air filled with the thick scent of death. The scent she became all too familiar with. Death is what happens when you leave a psychopath in a lab. Death should never be the answer, but to Peter it was.
Y/N risked a glance down at the brunette man that was on the floor, his blood now coating the pristine white tile. Peter scared her, Peter scared her so much to the point where she would wonder if she was next. Was she the next one he would snap on? Was there always going to be a next one?
“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend to be happy with you killing people!”. Y/N screamed. The floodgates were already bursting, her tears streamed out of her blue eyes and onto her red cheeks. His movements ceased, turning towards her in one swift movement. His eyes, Peter eyes were always a dead giveaway, a gateway into his emotion. This time, There was anger, pure rage. But why? Well she was about to find out.
“You say you love me, you say I’m a god to you, and now after some bloodshed I'm nothing?” He slowly started to stalk towards her, his aura emitting the nastiest of emotions. Peter was coming towards her like a coyote that was stalking his prey. It made her suppress a gulp.
“I give you everything, promise a better life, give you pleasure when you want it and now-”. He was so close to her, his finger went to her chin. His skin felt clammy, and cold. Suddenly he hooked his index finger under her chin and pulled her up to his line of vision.
“You can’t handle a few drops of blood, Oh no that won't due” He let her chin fall and their intense blue eyed gazes break. The air was now plagued with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Peter crossed the room again, this time arriving at the pool of blood now standing on the tile floor. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the man in front of her was now smearing the blood on his fingertips.
The iron smell was getting stronger as Peter stood from his crouched position and walked slowly to her once more. The orderlies blood now dripping from his fingers. Her breathing hitched as he returned to her side.
“Let me show you Y/N, Let me show you how fun it is”. She couldn’t find words to match her emotions, the air was still tense, and yet hot and heavy all at once. She knew Peter was unpredictable, but what could he possibly be planning with this one.
Suddenly he reached his hand out, running the blood all over her white and blue hospital gown. She gasped at the sudden movements, the garment now ruined from the action that took place. Peter pulled her by her wrist so he could face her, his eyes filled with amusement.
“Call out for help, Say you are hurt”. She nodded as Peter disappeared over the white couches that were in the corner of the rainbow room.
“Help! Please!”. Y/N screamed like it was her last breaths, which ended up adding to the acting factor. Seconds later a younger orderly, known as Harold was making his way through the double doors. His face had displayed pure shock almost immediately as the blood spattered doors closed behind him. She had no idea what Peter wanted her to do. She glanced over to the blonde orderly crouching behind the couches.
She could barely make out what he was saying, but she had heard him whisper; “Kill him”. Y/N gulped. Peter wanted her to kill Harold? A young innocent orderly. She didn’t want to, not in a million years, but something was now urging her too. To follow his every order. She managed to mouth a “I’m sorry”.
Her hands flew up, Harold putting his arms out, acting like a shield. His fate was already predicted as Y/N hoisted him up in the air. She looked away from his pleading eyes and his pained expression. Y/N screamed and delivered the final blow, hearing his bones crack and finally slumping to the floor. She had scared herself, because what she realized was she liked it. She liked the thrill of it, there was something so satisfying of the bones cracking and seeing the light die out in the eyes of her victims.
Peter returned to her side, picking her up and swinging her around. Like a father would swing his daughter at their happiest. She had done it. She had killed. And she fucking loved it. Peter couldn’t hide the delighted smile on his face.
“That was only the first, There’s much more love”. Peter met her with a passionate kiss, before setting her down and taking her hand in his.
“There’s a happy ending to this right?” She motioned between the bodies on the floor and then to the two of them.
