Creepypasta - Rules of the Game Patience…that was something she had to learn, that was something that she had to adhere to. Calmness, was another thing. Suddenly, so suddenly, she would grow so excited, so afraid of anything. So…paranoid. The dark scared her the most, even as a seventeen year old girl. It was because of them. They would be out, they would sneak around, melting and dissipating. They would conjoin, then tear themselves apart. They would whisper, they would say things that she could never makCreepypasta - Rules of the Game by Vanishing-Angel
Patience…that was something she had to learn, that was something that she had to adhere to. Calmness, was another thing. Suddenly, so suddenly, she would grow so excited, so afraid of anything. So…paranoid. The dark scared her the most, even as a seventeen year old girl. It was because of them. They would be out, they would sneak around, melting and dissipating. They would conjoin, then tear themselves apart. They would whisper, they would say things that she could never make out, that she could never hear.
Hearing snapping, her name, and a shrill whistle, she was pulled from her thoughts, from her fears. “Yuko!” was called, the small girl jolting. She stood only at 5’2”, so she was usually shorter than most she met, meaning that when she turned to face her friend, she had to look up. She had soon sensed the hand that was on the top of her black haired head when the rest of her senses had caught up with her sight and hearing. She ducked her head some, swatting lightly at the hand that was there. It was a weird feeling, even after being so used to it, to feel her hair brush against the back of her legs when she moved. “You okay there?” Her friend laughed. Silently, she nodded. She was okay, it was still daylight, it was still light out. Or…mostly light out. It might have been daylight, but it was quickly approaching dusk. Light, light, light. It was important for her, it was important for everyone. It was just as important as it was for her to keep from making eye contact. To keep from luring people into this ‘game’ of theirs. Eventually this ‘game’ was going to drive her mad, and she knew this. But…this wasn’t a game. This was a fight. A fight for life or for death, both sides standing at the front lines with guns at each other’s heads. But to the monsters, to the demons that hid in the shadows – all of this was just a game. She wanted to run from it, to leave it, to abandon it – but she was trapped in a cage, she was trapped in their cage. She was forced to do what they demanded of her. “Yuuuuko.” Her friend cooed, causing her to jolt. She flinched away from her, taking a small step back before her eyes focused on her friend, realizing who it was. It wasn’t them, and it wasn’t her ‘friend’ either. Thank everything…
“Yes?” Yuko’s voice cut the air quietly, her voice grasped at it, clung to it, and fell crashing to the ground as the pitiful voice of a broken faerie child. A pitiful voice for a pitiful girl.
“You want me to leave?” Her friend asked. Yuko glanced to the window, catching sight of the darkened world. Soon enough, the short girl had latched onto her friend’s arm and clung to her.
“No…” Yuko near whispered, staring at the window. How long had she been off in her thoughts that it had managed to become their playground? The campgrounds really were a terrifying place in the night. She thought for a moment, then moved away from her friend, wringing her hands out in front of her. “Unless…you want to leave…” Yuko murmured, looking to the ground. She was so selfish to keep her there, despite her believing to the fullest that it was for her own friend’s safety. “I can walk you back, if that’s the case…”
“Nah, it’s fine!” Her friend chirped happily, “I’ll be alright!” Her friend laughed some, waving Yuko’s worry off. Though, seeing the others expression, she quickly calmed herself, looking around some, she grabbed at a flashlight that was on the TV stand in the camper, a dirtied and beaten wooden thing that Yuko’s father had made that just wore over the years. “Will it make you feel better if I have this with me?” She asked, shaking it a little bit to grab the shorter girl’s attention.
Yuko looked up when asked the question, and keeping her head low, she nodded feebly. “Yes…” She murmured. It was light, even just a bit, it was light. “I’m sorry…” She murmured out again, she was just being ridiculous, right? Her friend didn’t act one bit like she was a part of the game. And they never seemed to target the other. She wasn’t a part of this ‘game’, Yuko had to remind herself. But…there were always the ones that broke the rules. The ones that weren’t afraid of the light – they grabbed at whoever they desired. All they did was create more fear for Yuko, really.
“It’s fine!” Her friend chirped once more, giving a reassuring smile and a small wave to Yuko as she vanished behind the white screen door. Staying where she was for a few moments, Yuko wrung her hands out in front of her harsher than before.
“It’s fine…” She repeated in a meek whisper. Slowly, she turned on her heel, moving to head over to the couch farthest from the door. She turned again and flopped down onto the couch, her eyes focusing on the door again. Unable to be seen by Yuko herself, a small internal sheen had seemed to come over her eyes, briefly illuminating the irises with a blue colour that was drowned out for the usual garnet. Just as quickly as it came, the illumination had vanished. Now, from how often her worry and fear had caused this sort of a thing to happen, or how often she would watch the shadows intently, the darkness, she was used to being called out on it. In the beginning, it came as quite a shock to her, really…but….after a while, she had grown used to it, and would even hype herself up sometimes to watch it in the mirror. Truly an interesting sight for herself.
It was unfortunate, really, that she couldn’t see the glow without a reflective surface…maybe then she would have realized her mistake, she would have realized that her friend should have truly stayed with her.
Rule One. Light.
She was so careful, she was always so damned careful. How could this have happened? How…
Before her, on the ground in the Dusk-covered woods, was a crumpled body. There was no blood, and the only signs of a struggle were her bruised feet and legs from having, assumably, run from her attacker. Finally reacting, Yuko had turned on her heel, darting off back to the camp ground. Help, she needed help. She needed her mother, her father – her friend’s parents, she needed an adult, she needed her phone. How could she have left it at her camper?
She had brought the flashlight with her last night, hadn’t she? Yuko was sure that she had! Slamming the camper door open, she barreled into the porch, glancing to the TV stand. The flashlight was gone. Why was her friend taken into this game?! Yuko never brought her into it! She never made eye contact! Did they make a choice on their own? Did they break the rules that they set up?! “Mom!” Her voice tore through the air as she ran into the actual camper, quickly turning on the light and heading to the back. Sleep be damned! “Mom!” She yelled again, “Mom, help-“
“Nh…?” She heard the noise from her mother and she shook her harshly, “What is it…what is it…?” Her mother yawned, oblivious to the issue that was to soon come to her view. She looked back at her daughter, taking in the wide, bright blue eyes, taking in the tears that streamed down the pale face, and the complete panic that her daughter was in. “What is it?” She asked again, sitting up now, more alert. “What is it? What’s happened? Yuko-“
“She….she-“ Yuko stumbled over herself for words, trying to keep her voice at least comprehensive. “My friend- Mom- the police-“ the thought had finally come to her mind, “The police, a phone-“ She stammered, moving to search the bed for the device that her mother near always had with her. A hand on her wrist had stopped her actions, her entire body shaking.
“What is it?” It was more forceful this time. She had to calm her daughter; Yuko knew that that was her priority. But her friend- She had to be taken from the woods.
“She’s dead- my friend-“ She whimpered quietly, her voice shaking just as much as her body. “I need the phone- I need to ca-“ She was cut short by her mother latching her hands around the device in question, flipping it open and dialing the number. Quickly, Yuko had grabbed at her mother’s hand, moving to pull her from where she was on the bed. Oh how she hoped that she was wrong, that it wasn’t the game that killed her friend and that it was only her friend being reckless. She was never a part of it! She was never a part of it!
She had pulled her mother outside and began to drag her off to the woods as her mother spoke on the phone to the police, as her mother spoke to the person on the other end, prattling off the address of the campgrounds. When she had finally gotten off the phone when it was assured that the police were being sent out, Yuko had brought her mother to the woods. “Here…” She murmured, letting go of her arm as she ran ahead a bit. “Keep your phone on!” She called. Her mistake… her mistake…she was so caught up with her friend’s death, how could she drag her mother into this too! How could she have dragged her mother into it! So idiotic.
“Alright, alright-“ Her mother responded, pressing a button to keep the light on, on the device as it had faded. She followed after the shorter girl, slowing when they had come upon the battered corpse of the young girl Yuko had befriended.
The light from the phone had soon faded in her mother’s shock, falling into blackness as Yuko had tried to shake her friend, to see if she was incorrect about her assumption.
Rule Two. They will always fall.
“No!” Yuko’s voice ripped through the air as she whipped around. “No-!” She screamed again, watching the crimson flowered corpse fall to the ground. A wide smile on the face of the black-bodied creature that had taken the life of her mother. The life of another contestant.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she watched as it raised a finger to its mouth, almost….laughing at her as it did. Mocking her fear that it created for her. She took another step back, she was next, right? They would finally take their rule? They would finally break the rule that they oh so loved to keep? Instead of what she had thought, the black-bodied shadow merely slunk back into the brush, leaving her in a state of panic once again, two corpses around her. Soon enough, her sobbing had reached her ears and she had crumpled to the ground herself, hugging herself. It was so hard, being a rule, being a victim of this thing.
Hearing footsteps, she didn’t dare to look up, she didn’t dare to face the face of the officer that was there. “Miss…?” came a calm voice, a hand coming into her view when she had jolted, when she had looked up even the slightest. “Miss…?” She lifted her head some, stopping at the officer’s chin. It was a man…he had long blonde, messy hair, and some sort of stubble.
“Sir…” She murmured, looking to the corpse of her mother and her friend on either side of her. “They-“
“Are you okay?” The officer asked, and she looked back to him, her eyes stopping once again at just his chin. “What happened here?” He seemed skeptical of her, like there was something wrong with her.
“They- Help them!” She yelled at him, whipping her head up to focus on cerulean eyes. “They’re the ones that need your help!”
Rule Three. You will never know…
She felt arms restricting her, something cool in her hands, and something dripping from her face. “Please!” She yelled, “Let me go!” When had she gotten up? What was in her hands? She looked over to her hands, catching sight of a knife. Screaming, she dropped it to the ground in a clatter. Streaming down her face, she felt hot tears as she tried to get herself free. “Please!” She yelled, “Please!” she kept screaming that word between her sobbing and struggling.
Finally realizing that it was no use, the bloodied girl crumpled to the ground a distraught mess. Why was this man behind her restricting her? What had she done…? Trying to take a deep breath, it just came out as a mutilated sob. “Please…” She whimpered as she felt herself move forward, walking with two people on either side of her, holding her. She looked up, her face catching sight of the man that was there, Cerulean eyes, blonde hair that was tied back, and a bit of stubble on a pale face. He had a cut on his face, and a slash at his arm. “You survived…” She whimpered, a smile coming to her face as she allowed herself to be dragged away. “Please…just keep light with you…” She murmured, wondering if he would even listen to her.
From the corner of her eye, she could see it, a small shadow of what seemed to be a girl, following the three of them. “The sky fell today…” She whispered, gaining an odd look from one of the two that was dragging her along to the front of the campgrounds. “And it nearly brought the sun with it…”
You’ve been caught, my dear Sun.
It seems as though the fun is over.
So, I REALLY wanted to update Yuko's story so that it was better written - and this was how that went. I feel like it's much better than it originally was, and that I further developed Yuko ^^ I plan to hopefully upload this to the CP website, but at the time of posting this, the submission period is unfortunately closed.
Usually spend my time drawing, tbh. Though I don't post much until I have accumulated enough to spam the website with it.|
Not the best, I could honestly be better at drawing, but I think I've come a long way from how I used to draw, so.