The Car Wash : Creepypasta x Reader (01) You smiled and hosed down the soap that dripped from the purple Toyota. You finished up the job with a small work of drying up the vehicle and you were finished. The car window rolled down, and the lady gave you five dollars. “Thanks.” You nodded and watched as the car pulled out and drove off.More Like This
“Car wash? Sweet...” You flinched and looked over to see your friend Samantha grinning as she stood aside.
You rolled your eyes and flicked some of the water dripping off your hands at her, waiting for the next car. “Only for the money.”
“Y’know, that’s what hookers say too.” She smirked and took a sip of the juice box she had in her hand.
You mustered a cold glare at Samantha. Why is it me who gets stuck with the perverted friends? You picked up the hose and dragged it over to the side as another car slowed and stopped for a cleaning. “Yeah, we
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It was dark outside and nearly everyone was asleep. Key word, nearly. You and Splendorman had somehow managed to put most of the murderous children to bed in their own rooms. There was, however, one child who refused to sleep. And that, dear reader, was Jane. Why she didn't want to go to sleep was beyond you. But you had an inkling that it had something to do with Jeff covering her blankets in mud, the little-ANYWAYS, here you stood, in the hallway, just staring at the filthy mess on her bed with a dead expression on your face. Jane stood beside you, wearing a black night gown and her white mask. The face on her mask held a neutral look, but you had a feeling that behind it she was absolutely livid.
You let out a giant sigh, looking down at her with tired _e/c_ eyes. Placing a hand on the top of her head you yawned, before then saying, "Come on, you can sleep with me."
She turned to you and you could tell that she was both shocked and confused, "Really?"