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facelessvoicez · 4 months

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JASPER LORE WOOOOOOOO

Wanted to post this to show the people who were curious of Jasper's background.

NOTE: There are a lot of details left out on this, considering it's just a written idea of Jasper's Lore lol

It is not written well I KNOW LOL It's literally just a bunch of notes that i tried to cluster together and organize to make sense, lol

Dad was a druggie, mom moved onto another piece of shit dude, being his step dad named Brenden. His Stepfather was very abusive, to more specifically Jasper. Brenden and japser's mother had two kids together, though Brenden never layed a finger on them throughout the years, but for some reason always picked on Jasper. Jasper was an Autistic and vulnerable child, making him an easy target for Brenden. Jasper not being exactly 'normal' made it easy to get upset with jasper, Brended taking any 'irregular' behavior as an opportunity to get mean and/or violent. All it took was jasper to breathe off pattern to trigger that Brenden.

They boy struggled in school as well. Didn't exactly fit in with the other kids (cliche ik lmao) he got picked on a lot, kids could be bruital, often stalking him and pushing him around shouting insults. A common insult being the word 'retard' or 'retarded'. He didn't exactly have friends in this point, he liked keeping to himself anyways, and The bullying wasn't too bad considering he delt with worse at home.

Unfortunately his vulnerability and decaying mental state, he grasps the attention of the slenderman. He'd see him here and there but it wasnt often. Though he was often watching, causing him to always get these horrible headaches.

Time goes by he appears more and more, fucking with him more and more.

Over the years he made three friends. Tomii, Vicc, and Iris. He'd never felt so comfortable and safe with people EVER. He finally wasn't alone, he finally had a safe space. Tomii and Vic were both struggling in their own ways too, so it was nice to have people to relate to. Not only this but he eventually gained a special relationship with Iris, them eventually becoming a couple.

The abuse at home and school continues, the consistent traumatic events eventually pile up causing him to lose his shit, developing long lasting psychosis, the psychotic episodes, voices demanding him/convincing him to do things while being fuled by the years of pent up anger. This and The help of Mr No Face picking at him, all lead to that one breakdown causing him to murder his step father. Soon after, his mother came home from work, being just now exposed to the situation, she freaks out understandibly. Out of fear Jasper killed his mother too. Leaving his siblings alone in the small apartment.

soon after he runs away from the situation to his partners house. He's mid through a psychotic episode, the stressful situation only strengthened the episode more. Jasper was completely delusional and panicked at this time, convincing himself that everything and everyone was out to get him. All it took was that small look of panic in his partners face to convince Jasper that his partner was after him too. That look of panic wasn't meant to be threating but understandibly worried for his dear boyfriend, though Jasper wasn't aware of this, in his head he was convinced that his partner was now a threat. That look of panic was one way too close to the one his step father gave after getting uspet with Jasper, that look he'd make before beating him. Due to the help of whispers growling about how his partner was somehow a threat, This is what lead to him to kill his partner. This was an action he regretted the most later on.

Jasper again, runs off, having no idea where to go, he finds himself an isolated area after hours of traveling. The area being an old abandoned home in the middle of nowhere. He settled there for a while until being unwillingly taken away by 'The Harvester proxy' bringing him to Mr.No-Face's land, Wiping a majority of Jasper's memory and creating him as another one of his proxies, being forced to live in a cycle of killing.

Note: i included Tomii and Vic bc they will have their own stories eventually that involved Slenderman and Jasper lol.

If i do an actual well written story about this, they will be included a LOT more.

@Gaspproxy on isnta: Creator of The Harvester proxy

#creepypasta #original character #creepy #horror #horror art #jasper gut #slenderverse #horror story #slenderman #slender proxy #slenderman proxy #creepypasta story

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samijami · 1 year

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I'm rewriting that old roblox creepypasta of mine I stopped writing like 2 years ago lol

Temporary cover xD

#roblox #creepypasta #creepy pasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta story #creepy pasta oc #nonbinary #religious trauma #lgbtqia #lgbtqplus #lgbtq community #lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#lgbt #lgbtq #transgender #wattpad

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angst-king · 2 months

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The Jeweler

((This is a story requested by my BF @mydarlingisbloody for their OC, this is the first creepypasta I've ever written. It isn't an origin story.) CW this story will contain gore, a description of a surgical procedure done to a conscious person as well as drugging)

Ding ding “Hello? Anyone here?” Asked a woman as she walked inside the business. She looked around to observe her surroundings. It was a beautifully decorated romantically gothic aesthetic. The walls were black with fake candlelights and fully stocked bookshelves along the wall. There were two black and red dramatic sofas and a few chairs. There is a casing of unique jewelry pieces, from rings with sapphires with skulls and crossbones engrained to shining marbled tunnels and septum piercings.

The woman unknowingly allowed herself to be consumed by the jewelry in the casing. Admiring the craftsmanship and the selections, the ones that caught her eyes the most were the jewelry pieces that were completely white almost a pure milky marble in its color. Other sorts of jewelry were on the more grotesque side that fit the alternativeness of the store. Some earrings had teeth dangling from them, others had rings that looked to be made of bones and some had blood inside them.

“I see you’ve already made yourself at home,” The woman shrieked and jumped back into the person behind them. There was a slight chuckle from the person who caught her and settled her back on her feet.

“Pardon me for startling you miss as well as for my slowness in greeting you. You must be Elizabeth” The woman turned around to see a person with green hair and amber eyes, the rest of their face had been covered up by a medical mask. The most noticeable feature about them was their leg. They wore slightly high-riding black pants that Elizabeth could see as some sort of prosthetic. The woman forced her attention back to the person to not make it obvious as to what she was looking at.

“Yes I am, you are the jeweler I spoke with over the phone correct, Malachite?” The person nodded and pointed to the casing.

“See anything you like?” Elizabeth nodded and went on about how she loved all the pieces even if she was going in for just a tongue and septum piercing. Malachite chuckled again and listened along to the woman.

“Well I think you would look beautiful for one of my blood rings, and if you plan to stretch your septum I do recommend the bone type, they slip less and may I say the color brings out those wonderful eyes of yours” Their compliment had brought on a lovely blush to Elizabeth’s face she confided that no one ever said such things about her eyes. Most thought black eyes were soulless and empty. Malachite shook their head at this and replied with a loving look to their own eyes.

“Oh no my dear, quite the opposite, your eyes are as beautiful as onyx. They have so much life to them I could get lost almost makes me feel dead inside compared to you.” This had Elizabeth flush harder at the jeweler's words.

After a minute of discussing options for the piercing Elizabeth wanted, Malachite guided Elizabeth to the room where they normally did piercings. They gave her a bottle of electrolyte drink before leaving the room to get the jewelry and piercing kit. As they walked away again Elizabeth tried to peek again at the piercer’s leg. Again being shined by colors of green, with now the pant leg a little higher, it truly looked like a prosthetic made of some sort of stone or crystal.

As she waited for Malachite to come back she swallowed down the drink she had been provided. The drink did have a slightly off taste that she wasn’t familiar with but assumed that it was just that she had never had this drink before. Thinking nothing of it she sat contently looking around the room again. After 5 minutes Elizabeth could feel her heart beating slower and slower, her vision blacking out and her body weakening. When she tried to stand up and call out for Malachite, it was already too late.

Waking up in a cold dimly lit room, Elizabeth saw a blurry image of someone standing over top of her with something in their hands. She tried to open her mouth but nothing moved, she tried to move her fingers but she couldn’t feel a thing. It was as if she was paralyzed, what was happening?!

“Oh good you’re awake, I was going to start the extraction whether you woke up or not but. Now that you’re awake this will be fun.” The familiar voice said with obvious malicious intent behind the mask. Elizabeth tried to speak but all that came out were muffled whimpers and mewls. Her vision was taking a while to normalize itself, especially in such a dark space. Then a large light lit up the room and her eyes went wide. There stood Malachite with a scalpel in their gloved hands, the mask still over their nose and mouth yet Elizabeth could still see the way the person’s cheeks pulled up. Malachite was smiling….

“You may feel a bit of pressure, maybe some stinging, burning, and crunching.” They said as they dragged the scalpel down Elizabeth’s bare body. The person started down the center cutting them open like a fish, each layer brought out such a horrific burning sensation that grew with intensity. First was the chest cavity the extracting of the ribs made Elizabeth wish she was unconscious. Each crackling and popping noise made her feel lightheaded, or it was the blood loss.

“You have an excellent set of ribs my dear, how beautiful!” Malachite complimented as they chipped away at what they wanted from Elizabeth’s ribcage.

“These would make great slim banded rings” Elizabeth couldn’t see much except for Malachite who was hunched over her lifeless body as they worked. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t scream, only cry as the burning sensation of Malachite cauterizing blood vessels. They did this for both sets of ribs, then placed them into a bag, before moving down. Crackling, snapping, grinding, pulling and cutting. Elizabeth remained awake as the jeweler went through her body. When Malachite brought out the bone drill she silently begged for the blood to take her.

Feeling the drill bit rumble to life the metal metal bone her vision began to go black as the pain turned to agony! The vibrations from the drill only added to the horrific pain. This person was treating her like a spare parts bin, going in carefree without the slightest bit of regret when they spoke. Even when Malachite would apologize the woman knew it was disingenuous. That didn’t stop Malachite from taking out Elizabeth’s tibia in two different pieces. Even when she finally lost consciousness Malachite continued.

Hanging her arm up by an arial contraption Malachite cut down the center like you would unzip a jacket. Pull out the radius and ulna before dissecting for the humorous bone. Next were the flanges and carpal bones. Once collected the calpula and the clavicle had to dislocated and fractured out of place. The sound of popping, crunching, and clacking of bones echoed through the surgery room. Blood was being collected in buckets and pans below the operating table.

The skull was saved for last. Grabbing a new scalpel, Malachite did a clean slice from the left ear, under the jaw, and to the right, degloving the entire face. The eyes were scooped out once they were disconnected from the retinas and brain, leaving empty bloody sockets for Malachite to dismantle. Taking the mandible was first, then the skull, the brain had to be separated from the brainstem, central nervous system, and spine.

“Phew that was long, fun but long, and good gods her body is magnificent. They’ll add to my collections nicely once I’ve decided what to do.”

#king's fanfic #king's requests #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #I hope you liked it #creepypasta story

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beelaboola · 3 months

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authors note: hiiii hellooo, i wrote a thing for my crp oc, esme !! it isnt exactly in her pov but the story is formatted like a blog ask (think of reddit or something) so this is in a pov of a user that encountered her :3

this isnt fully proofread (or thought out well for that matter) so i apologize if my writing sounds confusing :(( word count: 1.3k

A user asked: What was the scariest experience you’ve had?

I can’t seem to get my mind off of the events that happened that one night back at the campsite. Trying to look back, it’s very foggy, to say the least, considering that it has been about a year since the incident; however, I’ll do my best to explain what happened.

A year ago, prior to summer break, my friends and I had planned to hang out at the campsite around the outskirts of our town overnight. Do note that our town is quite small and isolated, surrounded by trees. Our town is known for its forests and rivers, so we thought it would be a good getaway thing to do right after the semester (we are college students) and get away from everything. Looking back, this was a huge mistake. A friend of mine decided that we should invite the rest of our class to the camp. I was hesitant, considering that I’m not too open to hanging around with people I’m barely familiar with. However, because the rest of my group seemed okay with the idea, I had no choice but to agree with it, despite my gut feeling. On the day of the hangout, we had packed everything that we needed for the camp: tents, toiletries, food, and the like. We created a group chat that included the people who planned to attend, just for updates and such; nothing too big.

We finally arrived at the campsite; it wasn’t too far from where I lived, just about a 15-20 minute drive. I parked my car in the remaining parking space available. The campsite was littered with our classmates; probably about 20 of them attended. My girlfriend suggested that I try to mingle with the others; though I wasn’t too keen on it, I didn’t want to push it. I walked over to the group of my classmates hanging around by the tents they’d set up; they were welcoming, luckily. I spoke with them for about half an hour, though there was a person in the group that caught my eye.

This girl seemed reserved, I thought. I saw her around the campus regularly for my criminology classes. She had always kept the left side of her face covered by her hair, though I never questioned why. I always thought it was a fashion trend among the girls. I did hear rumors circulating that she was bullied or something, since there was a period where she suddenly stopped attending classes for a good few months. Some say something happened during the sleepover she had at her friends’ place during winter break, but I’m not entirely sure. She was kind of weird, but pretty nice, from what I had gathered.

The rest of the day we just fucked around, as normal for young adults, and did some activities that we could do at the campsite and whatnot. We gathered around the campfire by dusk; we told those cheesy, scary campfire stories while we made smores. As we listened to their stories, one of my friends stood up to tell theirs; let’s call him Mark. Mark assured us that this was indeed a real story, to which I scoffed, thinking that he was just kidding around. He tells us about how we have this serial killer going around in our town lately, which might’ve explained why there have been disappearances lately. He wasn’t wrong, though. There had been an abundance of missing person posters scattered around town; the person who targeted them seemed to target women the most, though men weren’t off the table. A shiver went down my spine when he told the story.

He mentioned how police officers were able to find a whole body on the scene, but their faces were missing. That was what set me off. The very thought of a person sick enough to take their victim’s face and just simply leave them there to bleed out made my stomach churn. My girlfriend stood up to tell Mark off, saying that he was scaring the group. We all collectively decided to call it a night as we retreated to our respective tents. I tossed and turned in my sleep, my mind was still stuck on what Mark had said hours prior. During this time, I felt the pit in my stomach grow. You would probably think that I was a bit of a pussy for reacting like this, but I swear, I was justified in it. My girlfriend had left the tent to use the outhouse nearby, telling me that she would be back.

Hours had passed and I still wasn’t able to sleep. I started to grow worried for my girlfriend as it had been about an hour or two since she left. Silence consumed me until I heard her voice, “Love! Can you help me out?” coming from a distance. My girlfriend’s voice. At the time I thought how strange it was for her to call me out that late of a night, what she needed my help for. However, I didn’t think much of it. I stepped out of my tent, my eyes wandering around the camp. From what I can remember, it was dark and quiet. I heard her voice once more to which I followed the source of the sound. It took me a few minutes until I realized how deep into the forest I was in.

At that time, my mind kept screaming at me to leave the forest immediately. That was when I stepped on something. I looked down and my god, it took everything in me not to scream. It was a body, skinned off of its face. The body was unrecognizable but I knew that it was her, my girlfriend. I recognized those clothes. “Babe! Where are you?” I heard in the distance, to which my fight or flight response triggered. I thought fast and hid behind a boulder, footsteps followed along. That wasn’t my girlfriend, she isn’t alive, I thought to myself. So why the hell could I hear her voice? I wish I never did but I took a peek over the boulder and a cold shiver went down my spine. The person wore a navy blue ushanka with ski goggles and a mask adorned, so I wasn’t able to identify who it was.

From what I can recall, the only defining feature of this person was that they had a burn scar on the side of their face. All I knew at the time was that they had mimicked my girlfriend's voice. The person held a skinner knife, assuming that they also killed her. “Where are you, Nick?” they spoke. I wanted to vomit, I needed to do something. I grabbed a rock and quickly threw it in their direction, which successfully distracted them. I bolted out of the area and didn’t stop until I was sure I was in the clear. They started to chase after me, and I had to scream. My screaming made the killer steer away from my direction, and people at the camp got out of the tent to see what was going on. At that point, I was out of breath. My classmates and friends asked me what was wrong, however I couldn’t form the words for it and passed out.

That was it, I couldn’t remember anything else after that. I woke up in a hospital and tried to explain what happened back in the forest. My friends thought I had gone crazy, however, the details I gave were very similar to the case that the police had been looking into so they conducted an investigation at the campsite. A year later I still think about this incident to this day, I wonder what could have happened if I hadn’t run out of the forest as soon as I could.. I don't think they have caught her yet.

#i dont typically write stories #im more of an essay person #this was kind of rushed and a bit boring ngl #oh well !!!#not oc lore but just my oc terrorizing people #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creative writing #oc #my work #fanfic #creepypasta original character #creepypasta stories #creepypasta story #my fic #fanfiction #creepypasta art #creepypasta au

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isonoe-kallichore-kirby · 4 months

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The Smile Sad face killer

This is my first ever creepypasta OC. I made him when I was 8, so if the story is a little weird, that is way. Anyway, I hope you like it <3

TW: identity crisis, demon, demon poisson, murder, blood, axe

Word count: 10,792

One fateful day, while sifting through dusty jars in an old lab, Lee unearthed a weathered leather journal. The book's spine cracked and its pages yellowed, but Lee couldn't resist its alluring aura. As he turned the fragile pages, he realized that this wasn't just any old journal; it belonged to the infamous Smile, Sad Face Killer. The handwriting within the pages was eerie and twisted, as if written by a different person entirely. As he began to read, Lee found himself drawn into the tortured mind of the killer, feeling an unsettling mix of revulsion and empathy.

"1/12/99. Everyone here is so nice to me; they didn't make fun of me. There's this guy; I don't know his name because he keeps looking me up and down. I think he likes me. Maybe I could... no, that's stupid. I'll just wait. Maybe he'll talk to me first." Lee's heart sank as he continued to read. The pages were filled with the twisted musings of a tortured soul, detailing the daily struggles and small victories of the Smile Sad Face Killer. He felt a strange sense of connection to this person, as if he were peering into the deepest, darkest corners of their minds. The more he read, the more he realized that the killer was just as much of a victim as their countless victims.

"2/3/99. They said I would get surgery to fix my face. But I don't have any problems with it, or at least I don't think I do. They say it's for my own good that I'll be more beautiful. But I don't want to be beautiful. I just want to be left alone." Lee's brow furrowed as he read these lines. The killer seemed to be struggling with their own identity, grappling with the idea of being "fixed" against their will. He felt a pang of empathy for this lost soul, trapped in a world where they didn't belong. The handwriting on the page grew more erratic, as if the emotions were becoming too much for the killer to contain.

"2/3/99. The guy who keeps looking me up and down said I would look better if I wore more 'revealing clothing' or something. I don't know what that means, but I think it's rude. I don't want to look better; I just want to be me. Why can't they understand that? It's like they all want to change me into something I'm not. Maybe that's why I'm like this. Maybe it's because they never accepted me for who I am. I wish I could just disappear, just fade away into nothingness." The pages continued to chronicle the killer's inner turmoil and their struggles with identity and self-acceptance amidst a world that seemed intent on changing them into someone they didn't want to be. Lee felt a deep sense of sadness well up within him as he read on, his heart aching for the lonely soul trapped within the twisted mind of the Smile Sad Face Killer. He could feel the weight of their suffering pressing down upon him, as if he were the only one who truly understood their pain.

"2/4/99. They fucking ripped off half of my face; they lied to me! I wish I was dead. I wish I never woke up from that dream. Why did they have to do this? I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore. It hurts so much, and it's not like it's going to help. It's not like anyone's going to love me now. They all just want me to be pretty and perfect. Well, fuck them. I wish they could see what they've done. I wish they could feel this pain." Lee's stomach churned as he read these words. The despair and anger were palpable, almost tangible. He could feel the weight of the killer's suffering pressing down on him. It was as if he were living through this nightmare himself. The journal continued to detail the killer's descent into madness, chronicling their first kill and the twisted justifications they made for it. Lee couldn't help but feel a sense of horror and disbelief as he turned the pages, each new entry more chilling than the last.

"3/1/99. They gave me a mask to hide my face; it has half a smile and half a sad face. They said I would 'look better' and 'I look good in this' mask that hides me. I hate them, I hate this place, and I hate myself. But I don't want to die; I don't want to be alone. So I'll keep going, I'll keep smiling, and I'll keep killing. Maybe then they'll leave me alone; maybe then I'll finally be free." The pages of the journal grew increasingly stained with blood, the ink running like tears. The killer's handwriting became more and more erratic, reflecting the turmoil within their minds. They spoke of the pleasure they found in watching their victims suffer and the relief they felt when they finally took their last breath. The world around them became a blur of pain and confusion as they struggled to maintain their tenuous grip on sanity.

"6/23/99. They won't stop calling me Test 609; my name is Cabal! I can't take it anymore. The voices, the pain, the faces. They all blur together into one endless nightmare. I wish I could just sleep and never wake up. But no, they won't let me die. They keep me alive; they keep me suffering. Why? What have I done to deserve this?" The killer's thoughts spiraled out of control, their handwriting becoming more and more illegible. They spoke of their hatred for the doctors, the nurses, and the orderlies. They dreamt of escaping, of finding a way out of the labyrinthine hospital. But each time they tried, their weakened state made it impossible. They felt like caged animals, trapped in a world that didn't want them to exist.

"8/2/99. There is this demon, and he keeps telling me that if I let him in, he would end all my pain. I don't trust him, though; he makes me feel like if I let him use my body, he will kill people, and I won't be able to control my body." Lee flipped the page, his heart racing as he read the killer's inner turmoil. I can't sleep, and I can't eat. All I can do is think about them and how they look at me. I want them to suffer, just like I do. I want them to feel the pain that they put me through. I want them to know what it's like to be trapped in this body, in this prison."

"8/9/99. The demon keeps talking to me; I can hear it; it's in my dreams now; it won't let me sleep unless I let it in; it says if I let it in, it will end everything; it will end my pain; it will make them suffer for what they did; it will make everything better. I'm so tired; I just want to sleep, but the demon won't let me. It keeps whispering in my ear, and I can't ignore it anymore. I feel like I'm losing control, like I'm not in charge of my own body. It's so hard to think straight and to remember who I am and what they did to me. The demon is winning, and I don't know how much longer I can fight it." The journal entries became increasingly erratic after that date, with incoherent ramblings about the demon and its promises of revenge. Lee could feel the killer's sanity slipping away, their grip on reality growing more tenuous with each passing day. The entries became more violent, with the killer expressing a desire to hurt and kill everyone around them, not just their original victims.

"8/11/99. Who am I? What is my name any more? Is it Cabal or Coco? I don't know any more. The demon has a name; it's name is Darcy, and it tells me that it will help me and that it will make everything better. It says that we can work together and that we can make them suffer. It tells me that it will give me the strength to escape and find my way out of this nightmare. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can feel it inside me, whispering to me and guiding me. It feels so good to finally have someone on my side, someone who understands what I've been through. But at the same time, I'm scared. I'm scared of what it might make me do. I'm scared that I might lose myself completely. I wish there was someone who could help me—someone who could make it all stop. But there isn't. There's just me and Darcy, and the endless cycle of pain and suffering." Lee feels bad for the killer and for the desperate situation they're in. He wonders if there's anything he could do to help or make things better. But he knows that it's unlikely. The hospital is a fortress, and the killer is a prisoner, trapped in their own mind. There's no easy way out of this nightmare.

"8/12/99. The demon is getting stronger; I can feel it. It's taking control more and more, pushing me towards things I know are wrong. It tells me that it will make everything better and that it will help me escape, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something else going on. Sometimes, when it's in control, I feel a cold, dark presence inside me. It's like there's another person living inside my skin, and they're not the person I want to be. I try to fight it, but it's hard. The demon is so powerful and seductive. It tells me that it loves me, that it will always be there for me, and that I don't have to be afraid anymore. But I am afraid. I'm afraid of what it will make me do and what will become of me if I let it win." The killer's desperation is palpable in their words. Lee can feel the weight of their suffering pressing down on him. He wishes there was something he could do to help, but he knows that the hospital is not a place for heroes. He continues to read, hoping to find some clue as to what might be going on inside the killer's head.

"8/13/99. The demon is in control now. It's been hours, maybe even days. Time doesn't mean anything anymore. All that matters is the voice in my head and the whispers that tell me what to do. It's so strong and persuasive. It's like it knows every weakness I have, every fear, and every doubt. It uses them against me, twisting my thoughts and my feelings until I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can feel it changing me, turning me into something dark, cold, and unfeeling. I want to fight it, but I'm so tired. I just want the pain to stop, even if it means becoming something monstrous in the process." The killer's struggle becomes increasingly apparent as Lee reads on. The weight of the demon's influence grows heavier with each passing day, and the killer's grip on reality slips further away. Lee can feel the hopelessness and despair emanating from the pages, and it's a heavy burden to bear.

"8/14/99. Oh god, the blood is everywhere. What happened? I blacked out, and now there's blood on the walls and on my hands. I can't remember. What did I do? I can feel something inside me; it's like this thing—this thing that's not me—it's like it's alive, it's inside my head, and it's making me do things. I can hear it whispering, telling me that it'll make everything better and that it'll protect me from them. But I can't trust it; I can't trust myself. I just want this to stop. I want to go back to before, when I was just a normal person with a normal life. Who am I?"

#my writing #writers on tumblr #beginner writer #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta story #tw demons #TW demon poisson #tw blo0d #TW blood #tw axe

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punkettepartyroseliar · 1 year

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So I made a thing

Please don’t steal it, it took TWLEVE hours to make and I’m a good bit proud

BLOOD WARNING

So I made this painting! Speedpaint should be up soon! It’s a Cupcakes inspired MLP x Bluey crossover hehe I didn’t know if anyone had made a Bluey creepypasta yet so here ya go, I call it “Cupcakes and Pavlova!”

I hope y’all like it 🥺

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world-of-horrors-au · 2 years

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Let me just. Copy paste this idea for all of you. Not a manor au, but a palace au:

The King of Pain, father of the one called the Slenderman and husband to Queen Amara the Mad, unexpectedly dies or has to incarnate into a new form, leaving mother and son to lead the kingdom of Memoria until his return. With the King gone, however, several enemies (such as Zalgo, and possibly HABIT? And more.) appear, wanting to take over the kingdom and in some cases, marry either mother or son.

Slender summons warriors from other dimensions to serve him and protect his kingdom and mother, but... He gets a lot of serial killers for some reason. He also gets the very confused Tim and Brian, who Slender 'knights' as proxies just because they aren't homicidal. For the others... He rolls with it. He spent too much energy 'recruiting' them to just send them back

Meanwhile, Amara (who isn't really as mad as many think) rediscovers her ability to take a human form and proceeds to interact with the new 'slayers' without actually telling them who she is. She calls herself Amara the Servant, and nobody thinks twice about it or why they never see the Queen everyone talks about. Slender knows about it and keeps an eye on her to make sure she stays safe.

So yeah this is what I've been thinking about enjoy

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta oc #creepypasta slenderman #horrors au #creepypasta story #creepypasta blog #creepypasta mansion #slenderkin

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hallucinogenetic · 2 years

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everything i thought i knew was suddenly ripped from me today

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kitakunn03 · 2 months

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sketches tumblr never saw pt.1

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frankenstein-garbage-dump · 1 year

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Clockwork art hehe

frankenart13 on insta and DA

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graciliss · 1 year

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Young Cadaver's Foxtrot - short story out now!

surprise everyone! I finally released some writing 🥴 this is obviously just yk. a small thing but it's a story I've kinda had lying around for a while and since it otherwise was gonna decay in my docs anyways I thought "fuck it, why not post it."

you can read the story right here!

it's a short horror story detailing a teen named luke and his brother, noah's move to a new neighbourhood and a mysterious line of dancing children spotted in the woods near their new home. the phenomenon and events following it fundamentally shake luke and his family.

feedback is much appreciated! below the cut you'll find some of my own commentary on the story, but please do read things first as this contains the themes and means of interpretation I personally put forth for this.

additionally if anybody wants me to post it on Tumblr too please let me know.

first of all I'm mad I spelled the word 'cadaver' wrong for the title page 💀 I only learned recently that it's cadaver and not cadavre so I'm malding. I'm so professional (/s)

however. onto actually author's notes:

the process

the idea kind of came to me all at once, really. it was roughly a year ago, I was at work and Kikuo's Corpse Dance was looped in my head while doing tasks and the ideas came from there. it was one of those stories that seemed a lot cooler in my head as fragmented key scenes LMAO. needless to say I wasted zero time getting the plot jotted down, and I believe I managed to finish the core story in a matter of two or three days.

what took me so long was the editing lol. the editing of this story was kind of hellish, with me trying to snip a few things out and failing to do so. however, the main change was the characterisation of noah.

he was written too.... normally in the beginning, and with the direction I was planning to go for the story, a relatively well-adjusted kid would not be the kind of person I had in mind as a victim to the dancing frenzy. instead, I decided upon writing him as already being established to be rather unstable.

what I additionally changed from the first draft was the dance itself. it seemed too comprehensible, too executable in the first draft (and I didn't want it to resemble Kikuo's MV too much). other than this, most changes were minor.

the ideas and themes

I had several concepts swirling about in my head while writing and editing this, though I don't know how I feel about the execution.

the main ones at play here, I'd say, are suicide, its signs leading up to it and the aftermath. you already know what happened to noah, and you now need to watch it unfold. the signs leading up to everything are obvious as a reader and is purposefully made to be agonising in this way.

additionally, there's luke and the fact that he was a bitter, angsty 15 year old. he makes incredibly stupid decisions... because he's 15. the amazing thing is I can blame everything on that (/j), and you then get the commentary of a now 20 year old luke on top of it, along with the guilt he continues to feel for everything, including things that ultimately were out of his control and not really his fault.

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this commentary isn't really coherent icl. however I hope it does provide a little more insight to my writing process at the very least 👍 enjoy

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samijami · 10 months

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Ok, I'm going to be honest

I accidentally made a character that I love while roleplaying with a character AI

Their name is Serro, which is Portuguese for saw. They were born in a Portuguese country, then adopted by Indonesians, and raised until they were 11 in an Indonesian country, and they speak Indonesian. They ended up being kidnapped by some people and smuggled into America, where they were abused and er, well violated, until they got tied up in a garbage bag and left to suffocate in a long and dark alleyway

But before that could happen, an AU of Ticci Toby found them. He ended up adopting them and putting his life of being a dumb little murderer behind him (unless it's necessary) to raise them as his own, and give them the life they deserve after what they've been through

This AU of Toby also finds a girl who was being sexually abused by her father and takes her in as Serro's sister, her name is Natalia. She is 12.

As time passes, by around the age of 14 and 15, Serro identified as nonbinary (and aroace), and Natalia was a lesbian. Serro learned English so that they could speak in school, though they preferred Indonesian, especially at home. Natalia learnt Indonesian to understand them.

The kids at school tried to bully Serro because of their race and shit, and their gender, but they slowly got them to leave them alone because they beat the fuck outta the bullies-

But when Natalia was bullied for being lesbian, she went and was insecure. She didn't even tell the Toby AU she was lesbian because of how insecure it made her. Serro got upset by this and refuse to speak English in school so they didn't have to speak to the bullies, and the one time Natalia took up for herself, she got detention for hitting a boy who tried to touch her, with her lunch box.

Serro almost got expelled for misbehaviour (hitting the bullies), and not speaking English. They ended up telling Toby and he beat the fuck outta the people who bothered em or something

And that's that.. .-.

Idk how stupid I am for this but it should just..can I make it a creepypasta AU if it's kind of just..normal? And has Toby in it??

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zanademondraws · 2 years

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CREEPYPASTA OC TIMEEE

His creepypasta name is "the enchanter"

And his real name is Oliver

He is a man that goes to mascarade balls emanating a unnatural, calming and soft aroma that attracts unfaithful-hopeless romantic woman

Once he gains their affection he disappears from said mascarade

But his aroma is something they can still detect and in fact it leads them to the nearest forest where they are later on lead more by a path of blue petals

Once they get to his reach he recites tender and soft poems to them until they fall asleep with his enchanting voice

Tw: kinda nsfw-ish but mostly gore

He then kisses their necks softly while slowly undressing them only from the neck to the hips, but he doesn't touch them, no, he DEVOURS their hearts alive

With a single munch as his shape becomes bigger with a wider sharp shark like mouth, making a hole from their chest to their back, crushing the ribs while also getting rid of the lungs

And then once they are dead he warps around them roses with pointy thorns to make them bleed more, he then proceeds to write below them the word "S L U T" before he vanishes

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blu3assasin · 1 year

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The Merchant's daughter (Lily Miller)

TW: Death,Blood

It all started one chilly evening during the Medieval era.Lily was exploring like she always did.Lily was the daughter of a well known merchant in town.She was the youngest in her family being at the age of nine years old.She will always look up to her big brother.He cared so much about her and vice versa.

She wanted to grow up and help her big brother with the merch.The only problem was her father.He would always compare Lily and her brother and expect more and more from her everyday.Lily's brother on the other hand didn't want to be compared to his little sister. It wasn't right.

Lily's mother was a beautiful woman.She had long red hair with freckles and hazel eyes.Just like Lily.Except that Lily had green eyes.She was strict but in a caring way.She didn't want anyone to hurt her daughter.

Lily somehow got deeper in the woods and got lost.She was screaming for help and if there's someone out there.She was needing help as quick as possible.

Lily heard something behind her.A growl.Not any type of growl though.That of a hungry animal and more specifically a wolf's.Lily looked behind her,seeing yellow glowing eyes from the bushes.

Out of the bush appeared a wolf.Just like she suspected.She started backing away and as if on que,started running.The hungry animal chased her.The wolf started howling. It was a signal for the other wolves.

Lily was running,she didn't look back.She didn't want to look back.She was looking around trying to escape.Tears in her beautiful green eyes.

Little Lily couldn't remember the way she came from.

She tried to remember,frantically taking turns from the different paths,hoping to find the entrance of the woods.

She stopped for a moment. Trying to catch her breath.

"Is there someone out there?!"

Lily yelled and looked around.The sky was dark and stars could be seen along with the bright moon along with a few clouds here and there.She heard a rustle behind her.She regretted everything now.She was always told by her mother that there are creatures who hurt humans and more specifically kill children like her.

Lily hugged herself.This was her end.She's gonna die.

The wolves revealed themselves.Lily started running again.Sadly for her,she tripped.The wolves scratching and wounding her legs with their claws.Her legs now covered in blood and scars.Lily turned around kicking the wolves with the left over power in her and started running once again.Her legs were going numb.She couldn't run anymore.This was the end

TimeSkip(1 hour later)

Herbrother went out to look for her.She was out for a long time.She probably got lost or something.He should find her and bring her back. He saw a blood trail.

He hoped that the blood trail didn't belong to his sister. Oh how wrong he was..... He got deeper in the woods and saw it The body of his young sister.His eyes widened.

"LILYY NO!!!" Lily's brother yelled,crying as he held his sister's body close to him . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Due to blood loss,Lily Miller died the same night

EXTRA(The next morning): Lily woke up and looked around.Was she alive?No.She couldn't be.Then,was she a ghost?Probably. She felt someone poking her cheek.

"Hey!Hey!You okay?"

Lily opened her eyes. In front of her stood a boy that was probably close to her age.Blood was all over his face but mostly his head. He had blonde hair,blue eyes and a shepherd's outfit that was turquoise and orange. It had some patches here and there.

"W-who are you?"

Lily asked looking at the boy who was now smiling at her.He had a tooth gap which looked cute on the boy.

"I am Noah! Noah Gabriel Carter! You?"

"Im Lily.Lily Miller"Lily smiled at Noah

Who would have thought that this interaction would be the start of a friendship

(Noah belongs to @/arktos__ on instagram! Him and Lily are best friends😌)

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