"(Y/N)! Staring contest!"

(Y/N) turned in confusion; she was heading up to her room after training with the proxies today, but Judge Angels suddenly leaped out of no-where and landed in front of her. The stars in her eyes shined as she stared at (Y/N) excitedly, illuminating the rest of the black void which were her eyes.

"JA...." (Y/N) glared at her then frowned, crossing her arms. "I wasn't ready—you're supposed to ask me first if I want to play, not suddenly start the contest."

"Oh....well, do you want to have a staring contest?"

"No. I'm really tired now and I just want to head to my room."

"Awwww, boringggggg!"

Judge Angels suddenly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm and dragged her to the living room, making (Y/N) groan in annoyance. "I want to sleep..." She growled, trying to pull away from the hyper killer.

Judge Angels swung (Y/N) onto the couch beside Lost Silver and Bloody Painter—who were also there. "Hi (Y/N)," Silver piped up, looking to her and giving a light smile. "Did JA drag you both here too?" (Y/N) grumbled, crossing her arms as Judge Angels sat on the floor in front of them.

"I was here on my own will," Painter replied; he was busy drawing something on his gloves. "Me too, I guess..." Lost Silver sighed, looking drearily at the TV, "I had nothing else to do."

"We should all find something to do together then!" Judge Angels exclaimed, patting Silver on the head and then grabbing Painter's hand. "Do you guys have anything in mind?"

"Nope," Painter, Silver, and (Y/N) replied at the same time.

Judge pouted and crossed her arms as she turned to face the TV. After only four seconds of sitting still, she turned back to (Y/N).

"(Y/N)! Out of all the tall Creepypastas, Whose your favorite?"

"...Random question much?"

"I know I know, it's a very weird question, but which one is your favorite??"

(Y/N) shrugged a bit tried to think of which tall killer would be her favorite. "I don't know...can you give me options?"

"Not including the Slender brothers, you've got LJ, Jason, Candy, and...Puppeteer, I think. Now choose?"

Judge looked pleadingly at (Y/N), waiting for her it make a decison. (Y/N) was set on choosing randomly only to get her to quit bothering her, but then she really thought on the question.

Who IS my favorite tall pasta?

"To be honest I'm not sure," (Y/N) sighed, slouching back in the couch. "I mean, I think they're all great, I guess."

Judge looked unsatisfied with the answer and prodded at (Y/N)'s knee, wanting her to choose one of the pastas. "My favorite is Puppeteer," Bloody Painter spoke up, holding up his gloved hand and examining what he drew on it, "He's the best one there is of the 'Tall pastas'"

"Everyone knows you'd choose your best friend, Helen," Judge responded, "I want to know whose (Y/N)'s favorite."

"Can I say mine? I like Laughing Jack the best; he always gives me candies..." Lost Silver murmured, looking over to Judge and (Y/N). (Y/N) smiled at Silver and then looked back Judge. "I can't say, JA. I don't know who my favorite would be."

Judge Angels glared at (Y/N) for a bit before looking at the ground, thinking. "You know, I haven't really spent much time around the 'tall pastas' to say I have a favorite of them," (Y/N) said, not wanting to upset her, "maybe if I spent some time with them and got to know them better, then I would know who my favorite would be."

Judge Angels suddenly squealed and jumped up, taking (Y/N)'s hands and pulling her up. "That's a great idea, (Y/N)! We'll spend time with each of them for the day, and then at the end you will decide whose your favorite!"

"Uh...sure, I guess? But why do you want to know whose my favorite so bad?"

"I'm just curious and I have nothing else to do with my time!"

"Aren't you a kill—"

Judge suddenly clapped her hands together excitedly and began to drag (Y/N) towards the steps. "Come on Silver, Helen! You guys join us too!"

"No thanks my angel, I'm busy. But you two have fun with that," Painter replied, watching them leave. "I'll come," Silver uttered shyly, disappearing from the couch and reappearing behind (Y/N) and Judge Angels, "let's go."

Judge eagerly led (Y/N) and Lost Silver to the upstairs rooms and they followed behind. Judge first led the two to her room, and took a seat on her bed.

"Okay you guys, here's how it'll go. First we'll start off hanging with Laughing Jack, then Candy Pop, then Jason and last Puppeteer! How's that sound?"

"It's fine by me, but like I said before my favorite is LJ," Silver replied, sitting beside Judge Angels on her bed. "It's fine with me too. Also, my favorite may not be LJ since he poisoned me one time," (Y/N) said, remembering the time she got sick off of his candy.

"I'm sure it was probably an accident. Maybe if you get to know him you'll see past his mistake," Judge suggested.

"I guess."

"Well I'm going to try and get Painter to join us, you two go on ahead without me, okay?"

Judge Angels then darted out of the room before either of them could reply, heading downstairs. "She sure has a lot of energy today...." Lost Silever murmured quietly.

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged and walked out of Judge Angel's room with Lost Silver close behind. "Who do we go see first, Silver?" (Y/N) asked the boy entity. "L-Laughing Jack...I remember you said he might not be favored because he p-poisoned you," Silver replied, "but I think he's real fine when you get to know him."

She nodded to Silver's suggestion, and the two of them head to Laughing Jack's room. (Y/N) knocked and soon enough the clown opened his door and looked down at the two.

"Can I help you two....?" He asked, tilting his head.

"We want to hang out with you for a bit, is that okay?" (Y/N) said, looking up at him. "Are...are you sure you want to hang with me? After I nearly got you ki—"

"Let's just not bring that up again LJ. Let's just forget it and get along like.... friends..." (Y/N) cut him off quickly. LJ shrugged his shoulders and backed into his room, motioning for her and Silver to come in.

(Y/N) looked around the clown's bedroom and saw that aside from the black and white theme, there was a huge throne made of candy set in the back of the room.

"Woah, a throne made out of candy? That's epic," (Y/N) exclaimed, running over to it to get a closer look.

"Yes! And I've created it all by myself, isn't it grand?" Laughing Jack exclaimed, sounding proud of his work. Lost Silver disappeared and reappeared sitting on the throne, making (Y/N) jump. He smirked and laughed at her reaction, and she too begins chuckling along.

"We'll be the candy kingdom, what do you say, laddy? Lassie?" Laughing Jack suggested. "Want to play?"

"Sure!" Both (Y/N) and Silver replied at the same time.

LJ pulled out a crown made out of candy and placed on his head, smirking, "I'm going to be the Candy King!"

He pulls out a scepter made out of candy and points it (Y/N), "You! The Candy Queen!" He then points to Silver, "And thee shall be the royal Squire!"

"I don't want to be the Queen, I wanna be a knight," (Y/N) protested.

"But why don't you want to be the queen?"

"I'll make a much better knight, trust me."

"Oh.....fine then. You're a knight."

LJ pulls out a sword made of candy and hands it to (Y/N). (Y/N) swings the sword around and smirks, "This is so cool!"

Silver sighs and disappears from the throne. He reappears next to (Y/N) and looks up at Laughing Jack as he takes his place on the throne.

"Now both of you, bow to me!" Laughing Jack ordered, a smirk forming on his face. (Y/N) and Silver both nod and bow to him. LJ laughs and points his scepter to (Y/N), "Okay Lady (Y/N)! I order you to seize the scoundrel Candy Pop and bring him to me at once!"

"Yes your majesty—Wait What, Why?"

"Because I said so! If you want, I could give you candy rope to tie his neck and drag him here?"

"LJ, I don't think Candy is going to like that."

"That's KING LJ to you....and you have to do as I say otherwise I'll throw you in the dungeon!"

He points to under his bed.

(Y/N) & Silver -> 🤨

"Fine. We'll try and get him to come here," (Y/N) sighed, stancing her candy sword behind her back. "I'll come too!" Silver exclaimed, and (Y/N) motioned for him to follow as she left LJ's room.

The two head for Candy Pop's room to see if he was there. (Y/N) knocked on the door and awaited for an answer.

"Whoseeee there?" They heard someone exclaim from the other side.

"You, Candy Pop, are under arrest under the orders of the King!" (Y/N) yelled with a snicker, "You're demanded to come out at once!"

There was no sound for a bit until the door slowly opened and Candy Pop poked his head out, glaring at (Y/N) with a strange look. "Excuse me...?"

"I said your under arrest, peasant!"

(Y/N) grabbed Candy by the arm and pulled him forcefully out of his room. "What are you doing!?" Candy sneered as (Y/N) began pushing him to LJ's room. "We're just playing a game....sorry Candy..." Lost Silver murmured. "Keep going or I'll hit you with my sword," (Y/N) snickered, enjoying messing around with the jester.

"I don't want to play! Get away from me!" Candy retorted, but (Y/N) already gave him the final push into LJ's room. Candy smashed into the floor and Laughing Jack began laughing. "Well done Lady (Y/N), you brought me the fool!"

"LAUGHINF JACK!" Candy Pop exclaimed in anger, jumping up from the ground, "I should've known it was you who was behind this! I don't want to play your stupid game!"

"Too bad, you're going to be the royal nuisance in my kingdom!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"MAKE ME!"

(Y/N) and Silver stared in annoyance as the two began arguing. It seemed as if they would continue going back and forth at each other forever. "What now?" Silver asked, looking to (Y/N). "Let's just go, if they're going to be like this. But I'm definitely keeping the sword," (Y/N) replied, and Silver nodded leading them both out of the room.

"Let's see Jason The Toymaker next," Silver suggested, and they head for his room. The door was open, so the two cautiously peeked in. They don't see any sight of Jason in the room, but the sight was amazing.

"His room is awesome! Any kid would love this!" (Y/N) stated, looking at all the toys and stuffed animals all over the place. There's even a realistic toy train that rode past (Y/N) and Silver on a huge track that went around the room.

"He's not here (Y/N). We should probably go before before he comes and sees us," Silver said nervously, and (Y/N) agreed with him, following him as he led to the door of the room.

Before they could leave, however, a huge door appeared out of nowhere in front of them and the door opened up; out from inside stepped Jason The Toymaker himself.

"What....are you doing in my room?" Jason asked, glaring down at (Y/N) and Silver with an unpleased look. "We were just about to leave, right Silver?" (Y/N) nudged Silver on the shoulder. "Yeah But first we want to know if we could hang out with you for a bit?" Silver asked, looking up at Jason.

"This is...heh....very random. Why would you two want to hang out with me?"

"Judge Angels wants us to decide who our favorite tall pasta is. And you're pretty tall so we had to ask you."

"What an absolute waste of time, haha!Because I already know that I'm probably your favorite Creepypasta anyways, so there's no need for us to amuse each other unless you both really want to? Is that the case?"

(Y/N) and Silver glanced at each other before looking back at Jason. "I guess....So...Does that mean it's alright if we um, hang with you?" (Y/N) asked nervously.

"Only if you'll say I'm your favorite," Jason replied in an arrogant manner, "otherwise....g e t o u t."

"Hey, calm down...I don't know you in a way to say you're my favorite," (Y/N) protested, "who knows, maybe you'll be my favorite in the end.....?maybe......?"

Jason's expression turned to a frown and he stepped aside for a door to appear behind where he just stood. He opened the door and pointed into it. "Leave then," he demanded. "I refuse to be nothing less than what means most to you."

"B-But...where will that take us to...?"

"I said LEAVE!"

(Y/N) and Silver quickly entered through the door without another question and for a bit, all they saw was black. Soon, they both tumbled out of the portal onto the carpets of the main hallway upstairs.

"Jason. Not a favorite," (Y/N) growled as soon as both she and Silver got up. "He never accepts being less than a person's one and only, so I guess that's why he wanted us to say he was our favorite. Then again, if we did say he was our favorite, he would probably never l-leave us alone, so it's a good thing we left when we did," Silver said.

"Yeah. Maybe Puppeteer won't be as bad as the others. So far, all the tall pastas are a bunch of nut jobs," (Y/N) sighed, and the two of them went to look for Puppeteer.

They found him inside of his room which was all dark to the point they could see nothing but him and his golden eyes and his golden string floating around him.

"Puppeteer!" Silver said, floating over to him, "how are you?"

Puppeteer looked up at Silver and (Y/N) as they approached him and tilted his head. "I'm fine...what brings you two here?"

"Can we s-spend some time with you?"

"Spend time...with me?"

Puppeteer stood up from where he was sitting on the ground and looked down at Silver and (Y/N). "Why do you want to spend time with me...?"

"Judge Angels said—"

"Because you're awesome!" (Y/N) cut in, smiling nervously up at the entity. Puppeteer, another Creepypasta besides Zero she had hoped to get on the good side of. "Yeah, you're awesome Pup! So, maybe give a chance to get to hang with you?"

"...Off the ceiling?" Puppeteer asked, and he pointed to the ceiling where there were some of his 'puppets' hanging.

(Y/N)'s eye twitched and she shook her head, "no Pup, we want to do something with you...like maybe talk, or watch a movie or something?"

Puppeteer thought for a moment then nodded his head, "Sure."

"Alright! Silver, what do you suggest we do?"

"I-I-I don't know! Maybe like you said we could watch a movie together or something...."

"I have an idea," Puppeteer spoke up, and they both looked to him. "Why don't I show you my job, and all my wonderful friends?"

(Y/N) and Silver both looked at each other before nodding and Puppeteer went forth to his closet. He dragged out the body of what looked to be a dead person and laid them on the ground.

"I'm going to make him my puppet," He said, his string beginning rise up around him. (Y/N) and Silver watched in silence as his sting slowly entwined around the person and then with his hands he began to take them apart in certain areas, deforming the person to look more like a puppet.

He began singing whilst his job was being done, and (Y/N) and Silver became entranced by his song. Puppeteer tied string around the limp joints of the human and allowed them to fall into his lap.

"Oh, he's one of the many others now," Puppeteer said, hugging the puppet close to him. "One of my many friends."

"Well then...you have a very interesting job Puppet..." (Y/N) murmured, staring at the dead human. "You seem disturbed," Puppeteer remarked, narrowing his eyes.
"No Puppeteer, I'm not. Really, I think your job is real...beautiful in a way. And I also like your song a lot."

Puppeteer smiles a bit and dipped his head, "Thank you...I'm glad you think so, (Y/N)."

"You know, you're the first tall pasta that didn't make us have to leave because of some stupid reason," (Y/N) admitted, "you're unlike the other ones, you're more decent and a bit friendly. So, maybe I could say you're my favorite."

"You favorite?" Puppeteer questioned, tilting his head, "What do you mean?"

(Y/N) looked at Silver and then smiled, winking at Puppeteer. "You're my favorite tall pasta, Puppeteer!"

[A/N]: Yeah, I don't know who your favorite tall pasta is or if you even have one, but I think Puppeteer is pretty great. Sorry if choosing him displeased you; who happens to be your favorite TALL pasta? (If you have one, and it can include the brothers.)