I turned the knob once, the steamy warm water halting it's journey into the tub. The floating islands of bubbles completely covered the surface, shivering when I breathed. It was fantastically amazing, my muscles turning into butter from relaxing. All this stress lately had been doing so much against me, so it felt good to just draw a bubble bath and forget it all.
"Ahhhhhhh......The life of a Creepypasta sure is hard." I muttered, slowly sinking myself neck deep into the water as steam rose up in vaporous ribbons my arm dangling over the side as I reviewed the week in my head. Winter was different then it used to be. Harsh weather made it difficult to hunt, unless we stuck to attacking houses bundled down for the time being. The ice had gotten bad, freezing every tree in Slender's woods, and it had been forever since anyone felt truly warm.
Plus, as an added bonus, pastas in another state were facing the rage of a small town after an incident occurred
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I let the bath water run, making sure it was almost hot before adding a dash of liquid soap to it. The instant foaming of bubbles and the scent of winter spice filled the steamy air, inhaling it as I sat on the edge. I put everything aside, in reachable distance, and made sure to start adding cold water to temperate the hot. It made the room feel incredibly nice.
“Mark it’s getting ready!” I shouted, but I didn’t get a response, which made me bit my lip. Ever since Mark had this ‘little accident’ with a stone staircase, he had been stuck around the house lately, his cast preventing him from moving most of the time. He sat around, playing games for his fans, or doing mundane things to waste time, but I could see he was eating himself up in boredom, even resorting to prank calling Wade during the night.
Because of this, I had been spending more time over here, fighting his objections and taking care of him. For