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Creepypasta-Misery: I do NOT own Creepypastas, or you, you belong to whomever you end up with. I DO, however, own Haxsar Pyro.
Enjoy.
[F/n]
[H/c]
[E/c]
[H/l]

You were new to this area, so you didn’t know many people. Most people tried to avoid you, though, because you hung out with the... strange girl across the street from you. She lived in an old house on top of a hill. But it wasn’t a normal house, it used to be an insane asylum, but after its fifth fire, it was shut down. Rumor had it that ti was haunted, which is why you chose to reject the invites your friend asked when she wanted you to sleep over. It wasn’t that you were scared, it’s just... you’re superstitious. Yeah, that’s it. Although your friend, who calls herself Haxsar, always calls you a chicken for not wanting to come over, after she gets done pouting. Haxsar never spoke much, in fact, she was border line silent. When you first met her, you thought she was mute! Anyways, it was a casual night for you. Your parents, a doctor and an FBI agent for the BAU, were out of town, leaving you alone in your home. You did get lonely, a lot, but you never told them. They were saving lives, after all! So there you were, sitting on your couch watching your favorite show, like always. But a knock from the front door interrupted you. You sighed/groaned, you recognized that knock from anywhere. The knocking three times, a pause, then it started again for another three times. You got up and walked to the door, not surprised to see Haxsar when you opened the door. She had her usual grin on, the one when you can see all of her teeth, her teeth like a sharks, only not in three rows, only one row of teeth, but sharp like a sharks. Her dark chocolate brown bangs covering her eyes, as usual, and she was wearing her usual Banette hoodie with dark green cargo shorts and Gel-V sneakers.
“Hey, Haxsar.” You smiled lazily. You were wearing your favorite comfy clothes (okay, this is getting annoying; if you’re favorite comfy clothes is nothing or just your underwear and bra, then SHUT. UP about it! Just pick your favorite cartoon and make it be on footsie pajamas, or something) with your [h/l] [h/c] hair in your favorite lazy style.
Haxsar just waved in her usual silent manner and handed you a note. You felt that anime sweatdrop roll down your face. You prayed you didn’t have to reject her sleepover offer at her house, again. So you almost sighed in relief when you opened the note. It was a party offer, and it wasn’t at her house! It was at her friends house, you didn’t recognize the address, but at least it wasn’t Haxsar’s house. You looked at Haxsar and smiled, nodding your head. Although her hair blocked Haxsar’s eyes, she could see perfectly clear through her hair, like it wasn’t even there. Haxsar’s grin grew when you nodded. Grabbing your wrist, Haxsar took off running. You didn’t expect her to do that, though. You were hoping she would have at least let you get properly dressed, first.
Haxsar had been leading you through the forest for awhile now. You didn’t mind it, though. You enjoyed the forest, even if Slenderman supposedly roamed this forest. You may be superstitious, but you LOVED Creepypastas! You read Creepypastas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and snack, and second breakfast, and third breakfast... okay, now I’m just making you sound like a hobbit. Maybe you are, I won’t judge you.
“Hax, how much lon...ger.” You froze when you looked up. Haxsar had stopped, so you thought it would be save to look up. A giant, old mansion stood where you were suppose to go. You weren’t sure what was worse, Haxsar’s house, or this mansion.
“This is it?”
Haxsar nodded, ringing the gate bell, waiting for it to open. You were about to give Haxsar an excuse to leave, but the gate finally opened, by itself (which freaked you out even more). When it opened, Haxsar grabbed your wrist again and pulled you to the door as she did her knock. She gave you a note as she continued to knock. You read it. Don’t be scared, they’re really friendly! If you don’t anger them ;D the note said. You glared at Haxsar. She KNEW you were sca-er, superstitious, why would she bring you HERE for a party!? The door opened and you were pushed in by Haxsar, making you run into... Eyeless Jack!>
You gulped and backed up. You wanted to keep your kidneys! But Haxsar pushed you back in and closed the door, still smiling.
“You must be [F/n]. Haxsar has told us much about you.” Eyeless Jack informed you, crossing his arms and seemingly looking you up and down. “Her description was spot on.”
“That better be a compliment, buddy.” You growled, clenching your fists. E.J was silent for a second, but then put his hand to his mask and started laughing.
“Yup, spot on. Come on, you two. We were just about to play Seven Minutes In Parades.”
"Don't you mean in Heaven?" You corrected.
"Nope." E.J walked back into a living room and you glared at Haxsar.
“... HE isn’t here, is he?” You asked her, glare turning into a worried stare. Haxsar nodded happily, grinning brighter and larger than usual. You groaned, face turning a bright shade of red. Haxsar KNEW who you were talking about, you were talking about your little crush on a certain Creepypasta. Before you could chicken-I mean, talk your way out of this, Haxsar grabbed your wrist (she does that a lot, I know, I created her) and dragged you into the room, forcing you to sit down.
“Alright, everyone’s here-”
“But... none of you know me.” You stated hesitantly. A tendril wrapped around your waist, making you yell out in surprise. You were then pulled to a muscular body.
“Don’t worry, babe, we know a lot about you from our friend Haxsar over there. But she didn’t tell us a few certain details I’d like to know.” You could hear the smirk in this guys voice. You KNEW this wasn’t Slender, or Splendor, and you were pretty sure Trender was gay, so he’s out of the question.
“OFFENDER, off of her NOW!” Slenderman yelled angrily. You heard Offender ‘tsk’ and then release you. You just sat back down next to Haxsar, who had an annoying grin on her face. She shoved a hat in your face, signaling you to pick. You sighed and reached in, pulling out a...

Description
Creepypasta-Misery: I do NOT own Creepypastas, or you, you belong to whomever you end up with. I DO, however, own Haxsar Pyro.
Enjoy.
[F/n]
[H/c]
[E/c]
[H/l]

You were new to this area, so you didn’t know many people. Most people tried to avoid you, though, because you hung out with the... strange girl across the street from you. She lived in an old house on top of a hill. But it wasn’t a normal house, it used to be an insane asylum, but after its fifth fire, it was shut down. Rumor had it that ti was haunted, which is why you chose to reject the invites your friend asked when she wanted you to sleep over. It wasn’t that you were scared, it’s just... you’re superstitious. Yeah, that’s it. Although your friend, who calls herself Haxsar, always calls you a chicken for not wanting to come over, after she gets done pouting. Haxsar never spoke much, in fact, she was border line silent. When you first met her, you thought she was mute! Anyways, it was a casual night for you. Your parents, a doctor and an FBI agent for the BAU, were out of town, leaving you alone in your home. You did get lonely, a lot, but you never told them. They were saving lives, after all! So there you were, sitting on your couch watching your favorite show, like always. But a knock from the front door interrupted you. You sighed/groaned, you recognized that knock from anywhere. The knocking three times, a pause, then it started again for another three times. You got up and walked to the door, not surprised to see Haxsar when you opened the door. She had her usual grin on, the one when you can see all of her teeth, her teeth like a sharks, only not in three rows, only one row of teeth, but sharp like a sharks. Her dark chocolate brown bangs covering her eyes, as usual, and she was wearing her usual Banette hoodie with dark green cargo shorts and Gel-V sneakers.
“Hey, Haxsar.” You smiled lazily. You were wearing your favorite comfy clothes (okay, this is getting annoying; if you’re favorite comfy clothes is nothing or just your underwear and bra, then SHUT. UP about it! Just pick your favorite cartoon and make it be on footsie pajamas, or something) with your [h/l] [h/c] hair in your favorite lazy style.
Haxsar just waved in her usual silent manner and handed you a note. You felt that anime sweatdrop roll down your face. You prayed you didn’t have to reject her sleepover offer at her house, again. So you almost sighed in relief when you opened the note. It was a party offer, and it wasn’t at her house! It was at her friends house, you didn’t recognize the address, but at least it wasn’t Haxsar’s house. You looked at Haxsar and smiled, nodding your head. Although her hair blocked Haxsar’s eyes, she could see perfectly clear through her hair, like it wasn’t even there. Haxsar’s grin grew when you nodded. Grabbing your wrist, Haxsar took off running. You didn’t expect her to do that, though. You were hoping she would have at least let you get properly dressed, first.
Haxsar had been leading you through the forest for awhile now. You didn’t mind it, though. You enjoyed the forest, even if Slenderman supposedly roamed this forest. You may be superstitious, but you LOVED Creepypastas! You read Creepypastas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and snack, and second breakfast, and third breakfast... okay, now I’m just making you sound like a hobbit. Maybe you are, I won’t judge you.
“Hax, how much lon...ger.” You froze when you looked up. Haxsar had stopped, so you thought it would be save to look up. A giant, old mansion stood where you were suppose to go. You weren’t sure what was worse, Haxsar’s house, or this mansion.
“This is it?”
Haxsar nodded, ringing the gate bell, waiting for it to open. You were about to give Haxsar an excuse to leave, but the gate finally opened, by itself (which freaked you out even more). When it opened, Haxsar grabbed your wrist again and pulled you to the door as she did her knock. She gave you a note as she continued to knock. You read it. Don’t be scared, they’re really friendly! If you don’t anger them ;D the note said. You glared at Haxsar. She KNEW you were sca-er, superstitious, why would she bring you HERE for a party!? The door opened and you were pushed in by Haxsar, making you run into... Eyeless Jack!>
You gulped and backed up. You wanted to keep your kidneys! But Haxsar pushed you back in and closed the door, still smiling.
“You must be [F/n]. Haxsar has told us much about you.” Eyeless Jack informed you, crossing his arms and seemingly looking you up and down. “Her description was spot on.”
“That better be a compliment, buddy.” You growled, clenching your fists. E.J was silent for a second, but then put his hand to his mask and started laughing.
“Yup, spot on. Come on, you two. We were just about to play Seven Minutes In Parades.”
"Don't you mean in Heaven?" You corrected.
"Nope." E.J walked back into a living room and you glared at Haxsar.
“... HE isn’t here, is he?” You asked her, glare turning into a worried stare. Haxsar nodded happily, grinning brighter and larger than usual. You groaned, face turning a bright shade of red. Haxsar KNEW who you were talking about, you were talking about your little crush on a certain Creepypasta. Before you could chicken-I mean, talk your way out of this, Haxsar grabbed your wrist (she does that a lot, I know, I created her) and dragged you into the room, forcing you to sit down.
“Alright, everyone’s here-”
“But... none of you know me.” You stated hesitantly. A tendril wrapped around your waist, making you yell out in surprise. You were then pulled to a muscular body.
“Don’t worry, babe, we know a lot about you from our friend Haxsar over there. But she didn’t tell us a few certain details I’d like to know.” You could hear the smirk in this guys voice. You KNEW this wasn’t Slender, or Splendor, and you were pretty sure Trender was gay, so he’s out of the question.
“OFFENDER, off of her NOW!” Slenderman yelled angrily. You heard Offender ‘tsk’ and then release you. You just sat back down next to Haxsar, who had an annoying grin on her face. She shoved a hat in your face, signaling you to pick. You sighed and reached in, pulling out a...