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roesslyngTitle: Late Night Creepypasta
Characters/Pairing: Estonia and Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 684
Summary: Creepypasta is creepier than Estonia thought.
Other: Posted in my sketchjournal. (Original entry
Late Night Creepypasta
As usual, it had been Finland’s idea. Turn down the lights, turn on Estonia’s laptop, read out stories from Creepypasta and try to freak one another out. Curled up together on the sofa, they flipped though the site, taking turns picking one tale or another. It had been nothing – just one big joke, the two of them dissolving into laughter at the end of each short bit, finding nothing but humour in those stories they had read a million times.
As the night edged into the small hours, however, Estonia found himself rather uneasy. Perhaps it was because of how tired he was, or how the darkness of the room seemed to close in at that late hour, or the way the flickering of the candles they had set on the coffee table seemed to make the shadows move. That must have been the reason he was on edge in spite of the sheer silliness of the situation, in spite of the warmth of Finland nestled comfortably against him, resting his head against Estonia’s shoulder as he read out, in his usual cheerful way, a tale about mirrors and seeing oneself moving on the other side of the glass.
As the time dragged into 3 AM, Estonia found he simply couldn’t take it. He excused himself and made his way to the washroom, shut himself in, turned the light on. It was bright, far too bright, and somehow the brightness was comforting. Yet as he splashed his face with cold water, trying to wash away that exhaustion that was likely the cause of his uneasy feelings, he found himself recalling the story of the mirror. He looked up and frowned at his reflection, remembering what Finland had read to him. The idea was ridiculous, that there was someone else on the other side. That they are there, watching you, moving as you do, but independently. That if you turn away and look out of the corner of your eye, you will see yourself pressed against the mirror, frantically trying to escape.
Suddenly the bright lights did not seem so comforting. In addition to the problem of the mirror was the matter of the door, which was shut tight, seemingly innocent. More specifically, there was the matter of the dark hallway on the other side, and the shadows that were in it, and the darkness of the washroom as he stepped out of it, and the faintest glint of reflection from the mirror, and the possibility that he might see himself, and---
Estonia shuddered. Ridiculous, he thought. It was ridiculous, and if Finland caught on that he had been scared by creepypasta of all things, he would laugh at him. Ridiculous.
Estonia took a deep breath, closed his eyes, flicked off the light and made his way out into the hallway. He walked quickly, not wanting to chance a look, even though there was no likelihood that he would see something unpleasant, of course not. He finally opened his eyes upon entering the living room, where Finland was nestled on the sofa, flipping through more stories while he waited for him. Finland looked up, and it seemed Estonia must have appeared uneasy, because he said, “What, were you creeped out?”
“I wasn’t,” Estonia replied, pushing his glasses up as he made his way over to him. “I’m fine.” His insistence was too sharp, too quick.
Finland wasn’t fooled. Instead of the teasing Estonia expected, his friend simply offered him a knowing smile and opened his arms. Estonia hesitated, but accepted it, curling close against him. “I wasn’t creeped,” he explained, his voice muffled against Finland’s shirt. “Just slightly unnerved.”
“Right, sure,” Finland replied, a hint of a laugh in his voice – but nothing beyond that. The tension in Estonia’s shoulders eased away as his friend began to stroke his hair. In the daytime, the teasing Estonia had expected would surely come, but at the moment it did not matter. He was willing to put up with teasing later, as long as Finland didn’t mind that in the dark hours Estonia wouldn’t let go of him.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia and Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 684
Summary: Creepypasta is creepier than Estonia thought.
Other: Posted in my sketchjournal. (Original entry
Late Night Creepypasta
As usual, it had been Finland’s idea. Turn down the lights, turn on Estonia’s laptop, read out stories from Creepypasta and try to freak one another out. Curled up together on the sofa, they flipped though the site, taking turns picking one tale or another. It had been nothing – just one big joke, the two of them dissolving into laughter at the end of each short bit, finding nothing but humour in those stories they had read a million times.
As the night edged into the small hours, however, Estonia found himself rather uneasy. Perhaps it was because of how tired he was, or how the darkness of the room seemed to close in at that late hour, or the way the flickering of the candles they had set on the coffee table seemed to make the shadows move. That must have been the reason he was on edge in spite of the sheer silliness of the situation, in spite of the warmth of Finland nestled comfortably against him, resting his head against Estonia’s shoulder as he read out, in his usual cheerful way, a tale about mirrors and seeing oneself moving on the other side of the glass.
As the time dragged into 3 AM, Estonia found he simply couldn’t take it. He excused himself and made his way to the washroom, shut himself in, turned the light on. It was bright, far too bright, and somehow the brightness was comforting. Yet as he splashed his face with cold water, trying to wash away that exhaustion that was likely the cause of his uneasy feelings, he found himself recalling the story of the mirror. He looked up and frowned at his reflection, remembering what Finland had read to him. The idea was ridiculous, that there was someone else on the other side. That they are there, watching you, moving as you do, but independently. That if you turn away and look out of the corner of your eye, you will see yourself pressed against the mirror, frantically trying to escape.
Suddenly the bright lights did not seem so comforting. In addition to the problem of the mirror was the matter of the door, which was shut tight, seemingly innocent. More specifically, there was the matter of the dark hallway on the other side, and the shadows that were in it, and the darkness of the washroom as he stepped out of it, and the faintest glint of reflection from the mirror, and the possibility that he might see himself, and---
Estonia shuddered. Ridiculous, he thought. It was ridiculous, and if Finland caught on that he had been scared by creepypasta of all things, he would laugh at him. Ridiculous.
Estonia took a deep breath, closed his eyes, flicked off the light and made his way out into the hallway. He walked quickly, not wanting to chance a look, even though there was no likelihood that he would see something unpleasant, of course not. He finally opened his eyes upon entering the living room, where Finland was nestled on the sofa, flipping through more stories while he waited for him. Finland looked up, and it seemed Estonia must have appeared uneasy, because he said, “What, were you creeped out?”
“I wasn’t,” Estonia replied, pushing his glasses up as he made his way over to him. “I’m fine.” His insistence was too sharp, too quick.
Finland wasn’t fooled. Instead of the teasing Estonia expected, his friend simply offered him a knowing smile and opened his arms. Estonia hesitated, but accepted it, curling close against him. “I wasn’t creeped,” he explained, his voice muffled against Finland’s shirt. “Just slightly unnerved.”
“Right, sure,” Finland replied, a hint of a laugh in his voice – but nothing beyond that. The tension in Estonia’s shoulders eased away as his friend began to stroke his hair. In the daytime, the teasing Estonia had expected would surely come, but at the moment it did not matter. He was willing to put up with teasing later, as long as Finland didn’t mind that in the dark hours Estonia wouldn’t let go of him.
