Description
This is a story about how you, the reader, became the best friend of an appears-to-be eight-year-old little girl who happens to be a cold blooded yet warm hearted killer. The little girl who's nightgown and socks are covered in dirt. The little girl who's limbs are covered in scratches and bruises. The little girl who's face is blood stained from crying. The little girl who has her teddy bear Charlie with her 24/7. Yep, you guessed it! What's that? Oh, yes, silly me. The title does give it all away, doesn't it? But what happens when Sally, the rest of the Creepypasta gang, and even yourself find that you're not what you appear to be? Read this (very slow moving) fan-fic to find out! No character is mine except for Chuck. Each one belongs to their rightful owner. ENJOY, MA' PARTY PEEPSLES!!! \(^_^)/ PS: This is my first story and my first "X Reader" story. So please, go easy on me.
Ch. 1: The Stepfather
