Now, before we read, this is my first creepypasta. The setting is jest plain Animal Jam. The person telling the story is a girl named Lizzie. The main characters are:
- Her sister, Lilian
- Her friend, Jenni
- The Present
- And Her Mom, Mrs. BalnDen (AKA Lilon)
As I walked down the card aisle with my sister looking for a Mother's Day card, there was silence. Just silence as we walked.
"Something is going on.." I tell my sister.
"I think I can see that." she mumbled under her breath.
"Maybe we should give her a present?" I think out loud. She gives me a quick glance and then suddenly smiles.
"Yes, of course! But, it has to be my idea." she says, her normal evil way.
"Fine.." I mumble under my breath. We look at some things our mom likes.
Flowers, chocolate, and of course baking materials. Then right next to an journal collection there is a present, already in wrapping paper and tape. It was fine dark red with lighter red stripes and a single red bow on there.
"Reminds me of the Jamaaliday Bow." I say, thinking out loud again. Shush, why won't 'cha? I stare back up and she jest picks it up and takes a random card that we didn't decide of.
"Let's go.." she says after paying it.
As soon I open the bedroom door, she pushes me out of the way and throws the present on the bed and says,
"Goin' somewhere, watch it and don't open it. I know what you did on Christmas." I just roll my eyes as she walks out of the door. I watch her walk away.
"Ugh..." I say, sitting down on my bed. "I wounder what is in this present anyway." I said. I took off my backpack and jest sat there. I am not going to lie here bored while Lilian is going to have fun. I quickly got up and raced out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I know something fun to do... and I giggled.
After I mixed some recipes together and made a hot cocoa, I added cinnamon and sprinkles, then I trotted upstairs happily. I went over to a table with a lot of crayons, paper, and art stuff, there sitting there was an antique pot. It was blue with yellow lines around it, and inside it was a lot of gems. Here in Jamaa, it is called "Pot O' Gems", but now it'll be called "Pot O'".
I dumped the gems and just left them there and poured the hot cocoa into the pot. I took the pot into my room and reached under Lilian's bed and grabbed an old plushie. I left it on the floor then poured the hot cocoa on it, left the pot there, act like nothing happened and ran into the front yard.
"Mom, going to do something.." I called to my mom.
"Okay, darlin'!" she called back.
I layed in the tight present. I quickly jumped out, my fur flying around. I ignored the plushie but took the pot in the present and taped it up again.
"Next family, next victim." I said to myself. I stared at the room, looking slightly amused. I just walked downstairs, silently. Hopefully, nobody was home. But of course, nobody was! I was perfect, just alone.
I ran through Jamaa Township, Sarepia Forest, and landed in Coral Canyons. I raced through the art studio. There was ideas flowing in my head, as I painted. I painted Lilian. I painted her. And when I finished..
IT WAS UGLY!
But, I didn't care. I ran back home.
"Lilian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
She came out behind the rose bush.
"What?!?" she yelled back at me, but not as loud.
I handed her the painting. "It's you." I said, in a fake-ish cheerful-ish way.
"It.. it.." she looked back at mom. "... is beautiful!" she said, hugging me. I started to giggle but then stopped right away.
"I'm going to hang this up in our room!", she said the most fake-ish way ever.
"She hates it.", mom said. I giggled.
"Oh, I know!", I said happily. Then, we heard a scream. I know what it was. Mom and I pounded upstairs, but it was different. The pot, the cocoa, the plushie was gone. But in it's spot was the present, open, nothing in it. And a pure black wolf with red beady eyes staring at us.
"Disturb my home aye?", he said.
"This is you-", I said, pointing at the box.
"Well, yes. Yes it is. This ain't a present. I ain't a friend. I am a present. A present of death.". Next thing I know, I wake up and there is the painting on the wall, and I scream: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and there is the wolf, staring at me, smiling at me. And blood is on the wall.
The end is just the start