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Warning: Good old fashion creepy 2p.As much as I love reading stories where the 2p are nice a sweet or something, I think I much prefer them to be creepy as *BEEP*.
You have been warned.

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“Crap…” you mumble to yourself as you scanned the crowd. You and your friends had gone to the mall together, but upon entering you had lost track of them. You had all agreed that if you were separated that you would meet up at a particular place, but as you began to wander around, you soon realized that the decided store was not only out of sight, but also you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Something sweet filled your senses, something sickeningly sweet. You searched around for the source but found nothing that would seem to claim the smell.

“Are we lost poppet?”

You spun around to see a strange freckled man sitting at a table that was covered in Easter colored cupcakes. He sat in front of a bakery with his hands folded neatly in front of him, and had a sign that said “FREE SAMPLES” next to the sweet pile of pastries.

Your eyes examined the smiling man who was dressed as brightly as his round cakes. A light pink button-up shirt graced his arms, while a darker pink (almost purple) vest was nicely around his chest. His neon blue bow-tie matched his eyes that had rings of pink dilating with his pupils in interest. His short blond hair shimmered bright pink in the lighting of the skylight above your head.

“Care for a cupcake love?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. You took a step back with unsureity, then out of curiosity, you slowly approached the table. The man’s smile got wider and wider with each step you took. “What do you think?” he asked as you looked over the presented sweets.

“They are all so beautiful,” you told him with a smile “but I really shouldn’t, too much frosting gives me a stomachache.” You told him politely.

“Oh my dear, I have just the one for you!” the man grinned hugely as he searched under the table. You stretched out your neck in an attempt to see what he was looking for, but couldn’t see his head anymore from it being under the table cloth.

He sat back up, caressing a pink and blue marble cupcake, with no frosting. “Would you care to try this one? It’s awful lovely isn’t it?” he beamed with pride as he held it out to you.

You took it cautiously and looked up at the man who waited eagerly for you to taste it. Not wanting to be rude, you started to unwrap it carefully and began to eat. It was soft and wonderful, the sweet fruity flavor dancing on your tongue.

“How is it sweetie?” the cotton candy colored man asked you.

“Its wonderful sir, thank you.” You smile. He stood up and came around the table to face you.

“You simply must come over to my place for tea.” He told you in his British accent.

“O-oh, I shouldn’t, my friends-“

“Love, I insist!” he grinned insanely as he advanced toward you. You instinctively stepped back with slight fear. His bizarre eyes staring right into your soul, you felt yourself shutter with fear. “We should go right now; it’s just about tea-time!”

“W-well, my friends will be wondering where I am and what about your job?” you ask, motioning to the table.

“Oh I’ll come back for it later, it will all be fine! It is all free, so it’s not like I’m afraid that someone might steal anything.” he laughed.

“B-but sir, I don’t even know your name!”

“Oliver Kirkland!” he grinned. “You can call me Ollie.” He then took you hand and began to run through the mall. You stumbled along with the strange man and mentally kicked yourself for even approaching him.

He took you out to his bright pink two-seated moped was and put his helmet on you. The drive wasn’t long, and you kind of enjoyed yourself even though you had to cling to this strange man in order to stay on.

The two of you approached a light blue house with a lovely garden and a white fence. Oliver took your hand and walked you to the farthest part of the flowery ground where a round white table stood. You cautiously sat down and Oliver scooted in your chair.

He then went into the pastel colored house and came out quite fast with a tray of frosting-less cupcakes. “Help yourself love.” He grinned as he set the tray down. “The tea should be ready soon. Ah yes, I never got your name.”

“Um, I’m ________.”

“Ooh how lovely!”

He sat across from you and began to just stare. You shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair. “So, um, do you own that bakery that you were giving away free samples away from?”

“Pish-posh darling, I never have stepped foot in there. I just wanted to share my own creations with everyone. So I just made other people think that I worked there.” He smiled as he waved his hand in the air in a careless manor.

“Why don’t you set up your own shop?”

“Well I don’t want money for my works of art, not if I want everyone to try one. Besides, I move around far too much to settle in a shop.” You were about to ask something else, but a weird noise came from inside the house. “Ah! I do believe the tea is ready!” Oliver grinned as he stood. “Stay right here love, I’ll be back.”

You remained quietly in thought as he ran off into the house. The noise you heard wasn’t anything like a teapot whistle or kitchen timer. It sounded like someone being surprised, or whimpering in fear.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to follow Oliver inside. You quietly got up and slowly followed the pink man in a manner that you wouldn’t get caught. You entered into the darkness and cringed as the floor creaked slightly.

Oliver was nowhere in sight, and the farther into the house you went, the worst your stomach churned and screamed for you to run. Your curiosity overran this feeling as you continued to pass dully light rooms. The place was elegant, but seemed like a maze of shadows.

Other than the squeaky floor below you, no sound was present. The dead silence added to your worries and played with your nerves. You entered into a room that had a muted TV on showing the news.

You watched a minute then turned up the volume just slightly to hear the story. “…Even though the shop owners denied ever hiring such a man or even giving out samples, the shop will be shut down due to these horrible incidents. The authorities advise citizens to avoid contact with anyone they see giving away cupcakes. One of the mothers of the poisoned children describes this man to be dressed in pink, with bright blue eyes…”

You stare at the television in horror as you watch the security tapes shown on the screen. There you saw Oliver sitting at his little cupcake stand, cheerfully handing out his treats to all passersby. You backed away slowly as you saw the headlines say “Poison cupcake massacre claims 30”.

You had seen enough, in a spin you rushed back down the hallway you came down. Now the only sound made in the house was the padding of your feet hitting the ground in an attempt to escape. Searching around the dark hallways, you soon realized yourself to be in unfamiliar territory. You didn’t recognize anything from when you first made your way through the first time, but now you felt legs quaked with fear.

….Drip.

You freeze. It was the first sound that was made without your assistance.

Drip.

Where was its source? You searched around desperately for the sound’s origin.

Dr-drip. Dr-drip.

You were breathing hard and stumbled into a wall for support of your fear-stricken legs.

Dripdrip. Dripdrip.

You began to run again, praying quietly that you would find the door, a window, anything that meant freedom.

Drip dr-drip. Drip drop dr-drip.

Wanting to scream, you collapsed to the floor and covered your face in absolute horror, shaking uncontrollable. Tears of fear streamed from your eyes as you sobbed quietly.

“Are we lost poppet?”

Your heart almost stopped as your head shot up to have your eyes meet the dilating pink circles of Oliver. You only saw a siloet of the rest of him, and something that hung above him.

You couldn’t speak, as fear choked you and Oliver’s grin widened.

“I thought I asked you to wait for me outside love.” He mused.

Drip. Dr-drip.

You looked up to the shadow that hung above Oliver's head to see it dripping steadily, whatever was coming out of it was landing in a teacup in Oliver’s hands. He knelt next to you and attempted to hand you the cup.

“Here, tell me if it’s any good.” He smiled pleasantly. You tried to see through the darkness to identify the substance, but could only identify that it was a dark liquid. You lean into it to smell, and recognized the metallic scent of blood.

You gasped and fell backwards, whimpering slightly. Oliver stood shrugging and took a sip of the substance then gagged. “Oh butterscotch! Diabetic, that’s no good.” He began to pour out the blood onto the floor carelessly, then dropped the cup, letting it shatter on the floor.

You shook uncontrollably and clumsily scooted away from this madman. “If you plan on running, I can guarantee you that you will be caught, you are quite exhausted. Do sit down and rest, we’ll have our tea and cupcakes.” Although the at first the siloet only showed his insane eyes, it now revealed a pointy toothed Cheshire cat grin, sending chills throughout your body.

You got up and ran for all your worth. You didn’t care where you went; you just wanted to get away from Oliver. You could hear feet coming after you, but it sounded like more than one pair was chasing you. Glancing behind you, it was reveled that it was only Oliver who followed you, but he ran on all fours, like a beast. A strange thin tail flopped behind him as he pursued, and you could see his ears now forming into what looked like shards of glass.

You yelped in fear and soon began to scream as you felt yourself being hit, and falling hard on the wood floor. You were now on your stomach with Oliver sitting on your back. He got off and sighed.

“So rude,” your attacker pouted. “I share my hospitality, cupcakes, even looked past you entering my house without permission, and you thank me by running? That won’t do at all poppet.”

You whimpered and scrunched yourself into a little ball. “How much longer do I have?” you whispered sadly to him.

“What's all this now?”

“Your cupcakes were poisoned, weren’t they? When am I going to die from them?”

“Oh you precious little tart, my cupcakes weren’t poisoned!”

You look up at him to see the same sadistic look sitting next to you with a hand on your waist. “B-but…on the news they-“

“No no love, my cupcakes are perfectly harmless. It’s the frosting that holds the kicker! You only ate the one without, so you’ll be fine…from that at least. I used to poison the cake itself, but then realized that most children would lick off the frosting then leave the rest uneaten. So the poison frosting only guarantees a death, you can never get it all off you know.” Your eyes widened as you soon began to recognize something like thorns coming from his forearms, and an eerie blue glow from behind his irises.

You backed away and pointed a shaky finger at him. “W-wha-what a-are y-y-“

Oliver’s cold hand took yours in a somewhat harsh way and yanked it towards his toothy grin. “It’s rude to point love.” He told you matter-of-factly.

You felt his cold lips enclose on your index finger and sharp pain prick the print of it. You cried out and attempted to pull away, but his fingers wrapped tightly around yours to ensure you couldn’t pull. He began to hum slightly and giggle as his moist tongue cleaned your wound and made sure no blood was seen when it was taken from his mouth.

“Ah yes, that was a lovely taste.” He sighed in pleasure. You tried again to escape his grasp, but he grabbed your waist with his free hand and pulled you closer. “Now now poppet, don’t be like that, there aren’t many with blood like yours. ‘Tis rather selfish to keep it all to yourself, am I right?”

“NO! You vile Vampire, get away from me!!” you screamed as you began to thrash.

“Poppet, don’t make me restrain you, neither of us will like it, trust me!” Oliver hissed and he struggled to hold you still. He grabbed hold of your neck and leaned his mouth close to your ear. “I had to restrain the fellow you met in the hall as well, and you must remember the state he was in.” he whispered sternly.

You freeze out of fear and the memory of the dripping, and its found source. Oliver began to stroke your neck and shush you quietly. He propped you up so you were in his lap, cradled in his arms as he rocked you gently. A deep vibration rumbled in his chest, like a cat purring contently after being fed.

“…why?” you gasped suddenly.

“Why what love?” Oliver whispered as his lips brushed your cheek. You shutter as he began to trail kisses across your jaw line.

“Why did you take me? You had plenty of other customers that probably would have been more willing to go with you, especially if they knew you were a vampire.”

“Oh my dearest sweet _____, I am not a vampire. You saw me in the sunlight on the way home, and I neither burned nor sparkled. I don’t live off blood either, it’s merely a treat, at least if I can find the right kind, like yours.”

“Th-then why-“

“You were the only one who caught my interest, with looks as well as also the way you approached me, and you were the only one to ask for no frosting. I knew that meant that you at least try to look after your health, meaning your blood would be extra wonderful.”

You gasp again as he began to butterfly kiss up and down your neck. “I think I might keep you around for a tasty treat every now and again.” You could hear the sadistic grin through his voice, and his purring get louder.

“B-but, if you’re not a vampire, then what are you?” you ask nervously.

“I am a beast that has not been discovered nor named by man yet. I am simply just not human.”

Description
Warning: Good old fashion creepy 2p.As much as I love reading stories where the 2p are nice a sweet or something, I think I much prefer them to be creepy as *BEEP*.
You have been warned.

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“Crap…” you mumble to yourself as you scanned the crowd. You and your friends had gone to the mall together, but upon entering you had lost track of them. You had all agreed that if you were separated that you would meet up at a particular place, but as you began to wander around, you soon realized that the decided store was not only out of sight, but also you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Something sweet filled your senses, something sickeningly sweet. You searched around for the source but found nothing that would seem to claim the smell.

“Are we lost poppet?”

You spun around to see a strange freckled man sitting at a table that was covered in Easter colored cupcakes. He sat in front of a bakery with his hands folded neatly in front of him, and had a sign that said “FREE SAMPLES” next to the sweet pile of pastries.

Your eyes examined the smiling man who was dressed as brightly as his round cakes. A light pink button-up shirt graced his arms, while a darker pink (almost purple) vest was nicely around his chest. His neon blue bow-tie matched his eyes that had rings of pink dilating with his pupils in interest. His short blond hair shimmered bright pink in the lighting of the skylight above your head.

“Care for a cupcake love?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. You took a step back with unsureity, then out of curiosity, you slowly approached the table. The man’s smile got wider and wider with each step you took. “What do you think?” he asked as you looked over the presented sweets.

“They are all so beautiful,” you told him with a smile “but I really shouldn’t, too much frosting gives me a stomachache.” You told him politely.

“Oh my dear, I have just the one for you!” the man grinned hugely as he searched under the table. You stretched out your neck in an attempt to see what he was looking for, but couldn’t see his head anymore from it being under the table cloth.

He sat back up, caressing a pink and blue marble cupcake, with no frosting. “Would you care to try this one? It’s awful lovely isn’t it?” he beamed with pride as he held it out to you.

You took it cautiously and looked up at the man who waited eagerly for you to taste it. Not wanting to be rude, you started to unwrap it carefully and began to eat. It was soft and wonderful, the sweet fruity flavor dancing on your tongue.

“How is it sweetie?” the cotton candy colored man asked you.

“Its wonderful sir, thank you.” You smile. He stood up and came around the table to face you.

“You simply must come over to my place for tea.” He told you in his British accent.

“O-oh, I shouldn’t, my friends-“

“Love, I insist!” he grinned insanely as he advanced toward you. You instinctively stepped back with slight fear. His bizarre eyes staring right into your soul, you felt yourself shutter with fear. “We should go right now; it’s just about tea-time!”

“W-well, my friends will be wondering where I am and what about your job?” you ask, motioning to the table.

“Oh I’ll come back for it later, it will all be fine! It is all free, so it’s not like I’m afraid that someone might steal anything.” he laughed.

“B-but sir, I don’t even know your name!”

“Oliver Kirkland!” he grinned. “You can call me Ollie.” He then took you hand and began to run through the mall. You stumbled along with the strange man and mentally kicked yourself for even approaching him.

He took you out to his bright pink two-seated moped was and put his helmet on you. The drive wasn’t long, and you kind of enjoyed yourself even though you had to cling to this strange man in order to stay on.

The two of you approached a light blue house with a lovely garden and a white fence. Oliver took your hand and walked you to the farthest part of the flowery ground where a round white table stood. You cautiously sat down and Oliver scooted in your chair.

He then went into the pastel colored house and came out quite fast with a tray of frosting-less cupcakes. “Help yourself love.” He grinned as he set the tray down. “The tea should be ready soon. Ah yes, I never got your name.”

“Um, I’m ________.”

“Ooh how lovely!”

He sat across from you and began to just stare. You shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair. “So, um, do you own that bakery that you were giving away free samples away from?”

“Pish-posh darling, I never have stepped foot in there. I just wanted to share my own creations with everyone. So I just made other people think that I worked there.” He smiled as he waved his hand in the air in a careless manor.

“Why don’t you set up your own shop?”

“Well I don’t want money for my works of art, not if I want everyone to try one. Besides, I move around far too much to settle in a shop.” You were about to ask something else, but a weird noise came from inside the house. “Ah! I do believe the tea is ready!” Oliver grinned as he stood. “Stay right here love, I’ll be back.”

You remained quietly in thought as he ran off into the house. The noise you heard wasn’t anything like a teapot whistle or kitchen timer. It sounded like someone being surprised, or whimpering in fear.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to follow Oliver inside. You quietly got up and slowly followed the pink man in a manner that you wouldn’t get caught. You entered into the darkness and cringed as the floor creaked slightly.

Oliver was nowhere in sight, and the farther into the house you went, the worst your stomach churned and screamed for you to run. Your curiosity overran this feeling as you continued to pass dully light rooms. The place was elegant, but seemed like a maze of shadows.

Other than the squeaky floor below you, no sound was present. The dead silence added to your worries and played with your nerves. You entered into a room that had a muted TV on showing the news.

You watched a minute then turned up the volume just slightly to hear the story. “…Even though the shop owners denied ever hiring such a man or even giving out samples, the shop will be shut down due to these horrible incidents. The authorities advise citizens to avoid contact with anyone they see giving away cupcakes. One of the mothers of the poisoned children describes this man to be dressed in pink, with bright blue eyes…”

You stare at the television in horror as you watch the security tapes shown on the screen. There you saw Oliver sitting at his little cupcake stand, cheerfully handing out his treats to all passersby. You backed away slowly as you saw the headlines say “Poison cupcake massacre claims 30”.

You had seen enough, in a spin you rushed back down the hallway you came down. Now the only sound made in the house was the padding of your feet hitting the ground in an attempt to escape. Searching around the dark hallways, you soon realized yourself to be in unfamiliar territory. You didn’t recognize anything from when you first made your way through the first time, but now you felt legs quaked with fear.

….Drip.

You freeze. It was the first sound that was made without your assistance.

Drip.

Where was its source? You searched around desperately for the sound’s origin.

Dr-drip. Dr-drip.

You were breathing hard and stumbled into a wall for support of your fear-stricken legs.

Dripdrip. Dripdrip.

You began to run again, praying quietly that you would find the door, a window, anything that meant freedom.

Drip dr-drip. Drip drop dr-drip.

Wanting to scream, you collapsed to the floor and covered your face in absolute horror, shaking uncontrollable. Tears of fear streamed from your eyes as you sobbed quietly.

“Are we lost poppet?”

Your heart almost stopped as your head shot up to have your eyes meet the dilating pink circles of Oliver. You only saw a siloet of the rest of him, and something that hung above him.

You couldn’t speak, as fear choked you and Oliver’s grin widened.

“I thought I asked you to wait for me outside love.” He mused.

Drip. Dr-drip.

You looked up to the shadow that hung above Oliver's head to see it dripping steadily, whatever was coming out of it was landing in a teacup in Oliver’s hands. He knelt next to you and attempted to hand you the cup.

“Here, tell me if it’s any good.” He smiled pleasantly. You tried to see through the darkness to identify the substance, but could only identify that it was a dark liquid. You lean into it to smell, and recognized the metallic scent of blood.

You gasped and fell backwards, whimpering slightly. Oliver stood shrugging and took a sip of the substance then gagged. “Oh butterscotch! Diabetic, that’s no good.” He began to pour out the blood onto the floor carelessly, then dropped the cup, letting it shatter on the floor.

You shook uncontrollably and clumsily scooted away from this madman. “If you plan on running, I can guarantee you that you will be caught, you are quite exhausted. Do sit down and rest, we’ll have our tea and cupcakes.” Although the at first the siloet only showed his insane eyes, it now revealed a pointy toothed Cheshire cat grin, sending chills throughout your body.

You got up and ran for all your worth. You didn’t care where you went; you just wanted to get away from Oliver. You could hear feet coming after you, but it sounded like more than one pair was chasing you. Glancing behind you, it was reveled that it was only Oliver who followed you, but he ran on all fours, like a beast. A strange thin tail flopped behind him as he pursued, and you could see his ears now forming into what looked like shards of glass.

You yelped in fear and soon began to scream as you felt yourself being hit, and falling hard on the wood floor. You were now on your stomach with Oliver sitting on your back. He got off and sighed.

“So rude,” your attacker pouted. “I share my hospitality, cupcakes, even looked past you entering my house without permission, and you thank me by running? That won’t do at all poppet.”

You whimpered and scrunched yourself into a little ball. “How much longer do I have?” you whispered sadly to him.

“What's all this now?”

“Your cupcakes were poisoned, weren’t they? When am I going to die from them?”

“Oh you precious little tart, my cupcakes weren’t poisoned!”

You look up at him to see the same sadistic look sitting next to you with a hand on your waist. “B-but…on the news they-“

“No no love, my cupcakes are perfectly harmless. It’s the frosting that holds the kicker! You only ate the one without, so you’ll be fine…from that at least. I used to poison the cake itself, but then realized that most children would lick off the frosting then leave the rest uneaten. So the poison frosting only guarantees a death, you can never get it all off you know.” Your eyes widened as you soon began to recognize something like thorns coming from his forearms, and an eerie blue glow from behind his irises.

You backed away and pointed a shaky finger at him. “W-wha-what a-are y-y-“

Oliver’s cold hand took yours in a somewhat harsh way and yanked it towards his toothy grin. “It’s rude to point love.” He told you matter-of-factly.

You felt his cold lips enclose on your index finger and sharp pain prick the print of it. You cried out and attempted to pull away, but his fingers wrapped tightly around yours to ensure you couldn’t pull. He began to hum slightly and giggle as his moist tongue cleaned your wound and made sure no blood was seen when it was taken from his mouth.

“Ah yes, that was a lovely taste.” He sighed in pleasure. You tried again to escape his grasp, but he grabbed your waist with his free hand and pulled you closer. “Now now poppet, don’t be like that, there aren’t many with blood like yours. ‘Tis rather selfish to keep it all to yourself, am I right?”

“NO! You vile Vampire, get away from me!!” you screamed as you began to thrash.

“Poppet, don’t make me restrain you, neither of us will like it, trust me!” Oliver hissed and he struggled to hold you still. He grabbed hold of your neck and leaned his mouth close to your ear. “I had to restrain the fellow you met in the hall as well, and you must remember the state he was in.” he whispered sternly.

You freeze out of fear and the memory of the dripping, and its found source. Oliver began to stroke your neck and shush you quietly. He propped you up so you were in his lap, cradled in his arms as he rocked you gently. A deep vibration rumbled in his chest, like a cat purring contently after being fed.

“…why?” you gasped suddenly.

“Why what love?” Oliver whispered as his lips brushed your cheek. You shutter as he began to trail kisses across your jaw line.

“Why did you take me? You had plenty of other customers that probably would have been more willing to go with you, especially if they knew you were a vampire.”

“Oh my dearest sweet _____, I am not a vampire. You saw me in the sunlight on the way home, and I neither burned nor sparkled. I don’t live off blood either, it’s merely a treat, at least if I can find the right kind, like yours.”

“Th-then why-“

“You were the only one who caught my interest, with looks as well as also the way you approached me, and you were the only one to ask for no frosting. I knew that meant that you at least try to look after your health, meaning your blood would be extra wonderful.”

You gasp again as he began to butterfly kiss up and down your neck. “I think I might keep you around for a tasty treat every now and again.” You could hear the sadistic grin through his voice, and his purring get louder.

“B-but, if you’re not a vampire, then what are you?” you ask nervously.

“I am a beast that has not been discovered nor named by man yet. I am simply just not human.”