My creepy pasta fanfic

Chapter 1

I woke on a couch, covered by masses of torn blankets and a teddy bear about to shank my face. I quickly cuddled up with it, trying to gain warmth. The knife fell, clattering against the floor. Picking it up, I examined it. "Th-that's the same knife I- I killed her with..." I muttered, weak from the emotions flooding back to me. A man in a blue mask with black tears wearing a hood walked towards me, holding a slice of cheesecake in his hand. I sat up, wrapping some blankets around me.
"I'm supposed to check on you so... D-do you want some food...?" He asked. I nodded, taking the cheesecake from him. I ate it, realizing how hungry I am. A man looking like Link walked in, laughing. "I thought you were the most obsessed with cheesecake, Jack!" He laughed. I could tell under the mans mask he was annoyed. "I'm not the most obsessed with it... Besides, I perfer kidney...." He trailed off. I nearly spat the cheesecake out, realizing the color of it is red. They both turned to me, noticing me trying not to gag. "It's not kidney; its strawberry. Don't worry, I'm not one to force others to be canables." Jack sighed, is annoyance growing. I shook my head, swallowing the last of the cheesecake. "It's not that... Just a memory triggered.." I muttered, setting the plate to the side. The teddy bear in my arms took the fork, waving it around like a child pretending to play with swords. I looked at its eyes, taking the fork from him. "Sorry little guy, can't kill me today!" I apologized with a cheery tune, putting the fork out of his reach.
   I looked closer at its eyes, my smile turning to a frown. Those eyes were real... Were they? I poked his eye, feeling the liquidy sound of blood from it. I threw the bear across the room, another memory triggering. Those lifeless eyes... They were my mothers. The shocked faces I saw from Ben and Jeff, who had entered the room just in time for a teddy to fly past right in front of his face, had shocked expressions. "Did the bear go missing recently!?" I screamed at Ben. "Yeah, and came back right before you got here...SHIT, WHY ARE YOU HERE!?" Ben shouted back. "I killed my mom... THOSE ARE HER SAME EXACT EYES!" I screamed, the bear going back in my face, smiling. I grabbed it, ripping the dead, deep blue eyes off.
  "Daaaang, never saw someone that mad about someone they killed..." Jeff muttered. I noticed Jack had his hands raised, walking away. A black clown walked in, snacking on candy. "I missed a lot, didn't I?" He asked, looking around. "Oooh, someone alive! Can I eat them!? They look like they want candy!!!" He shouted, his eyes bright. "Candy yes, eating me NO." I replied, throwing the bear at his face. He dodged it, taking another bite of candy.
  I looked at the clown and Jack, a thought ringing in my head. "Do y'all work togeather...?" I asked, seeing the clown brighten. "Yep! Same name and everything!" He shouted, tugging my hair. "Wait... It looks like space...." He muttered, tugging it again. "Candy colors..." He muttered still, tugging it. I slapped his hand. "SPAAAAACE." Ben shouted, running around. "Portal much...?" Me and masked Jack muttered, laughing and annoyed at the same time.
  Ben stopped in his tracks, hands still raised. "SHES A GAMER TOO?" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Of course, I'm probably one of the most gamer type people ever!" I laughed. Everyone took a step back, Bens eyes narrowing, glowing blood red. "CHALENGE ACCEPTED!" He shouted, throwing an Xbox controller at me. I cought it, my mouth forming a smirk. "Ok, your pick." I teased. "Majoras mask!" He shouted. "DEAL, IT WAS MY FIRST GAME!" I shouted, jumping towards the tv. Everyone crowded around us, anticipated to see the winner. "Time test?" I asked, getting ready to play. Ben nodded, snacking on Cheetos. "Lady's first." He smirked, choosing the save file Ben.
  I played, glitching my way out of the haunts. "I know this story; I've even had it happen to me, I know my games." I said, finishing the game. Ben was FREAKED. "H-how...?" He face planted onto the bowl of Cheetos, crying. I patted his back, trying to be reassuring. "I'm sorry, but my only friends were ghosts... It's kinda a thing..." I mustered, being honest. His face shot up from the bowl, eyes wide with fear. "Did I say something wrong...?" I worried, looking at everyone's shocked faces.
  "Our boss is coming tomorrow; he WONT be happy when he finds out..."