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[cheydlerarts]

I caved and made some AU fankids!!

I had a Q&A thing on insta stories, so here's some info about them!

Jaiden:

2 years old, born when Chev was 35

inherited Jack's complexion, tail, thick eyebrows, and eyes (?)

inherited Chev's hair, horns, moles, resting bitch face, and autism

she has a good mix of both parent's personalities! she's quiet, reserved, and calculating like Jack, but has Chev's attitude, fierce loyalty, and she's an overthinker just like mommy <3

her eyes look like they're completely black, until she looks to the side. kind of like a dog

she's a selective mute, but can understand speech very well

her motor skills and strength are far beyond her age level

she's VERY protective of her little sister

Piper thinks Jaiden doesn't know how to talk, and tries to teach her. Jaiden just plays along and pretends that Piper is actually helping her how to talk lol

she's also very responsible and helpful around the house (as much as she can be as a two year old), much to the dismay of Chev. Chev was parent-ified as a teen, and doesn't want Jaiden to fall down that same path. She just wants her daughter to be happy and carefree

she's cannibalistic like both of her parents, but her apatite for human flesh is about as big as Chev's (so like once every other week)

she also LOVES card games and collecting cards

Piper:

1 year old, born when Chev was 36

inherited Toby's eye mole, hair, eye shape, and his SASS

inherited Chev's eye's complexion, and ability to grow her hair and nails stupidly fast

she's LOUD.

Toby named her Piper because she was born screaming. she had PIPES

she doesn't have any powers at the moment, but she gains some of Chev's vocal powers a few years in the future. the first ability she gained: hyper screech (she saw a big ass spider and nearly shattered the windows when she screamed)

she will also go through a demon transformation when she turns 18, just like her mom

she has most of both parent's mental illnesses (autism, ADHD, mild schizophrenia, and mild Tourette Syndrome that'll worsen over time) but she and her parents handle it very well!

her motor skills are behind for a one year old, but she can already talk very well! she also doesn't shut up, just like her dad <3

though even though she can't quite walk or grab things properly, she can move, and crawls all over everything

she definitely has Toby's mouthy sass with Chev's insult skills. she will destroy you verbally... that being said, she gets in trouble at school frequently lol

Toby tried teaching Piper how to handle and throw axes while she was still a toddler, but Chev stopped him until she was a teenager

more stuff!

in this AU, Chev wants kids! she's still infertile, but infertility doesn't necessarily mean you can never have kids!

Toby was livid when Chev accidentally got pregnant with Jack's kid first because he's been obsessed with known her longer than Jack. but he wasn't mad at anyone in particular, he was just upset that he wasn't first lol

Toby didn't treat Jack or Chev any differently, he just pouted for a while as he helped with the pregnancy. He still loved and treated Jaiden as his own since Jack is also his partner!

Chev was lowkey pissed when she got immediately pregnant with Piper after recovering from birthing Jaiden. "yall are pulling out from now on, im TIRED"

later down the line Jack becomes pregnant with both Chev's AND Toby's child. eldritch abomination stuff, don't question it, that's just how it is

if you guys have anymore questions, i'll be happy to answer them!! i could yap about this all day

[cheydlerarts]

do you have any fun facts or lore for your sona? I really like her design and I wanna know more about her 👉👈

i'm still working on her lore, but I have some stuff i can share!! (plus a dumb story i'll keep for last)

she isn't religious, but she keeps lots of religious wards around her house to keep away various entities from entering her house

the chain on her chainsaw is made of silver to help fight supernatural creatures (don't ask how, it is what it is LMAO)

she doesn't like killing, but absolutely will if she has to. Her kill count is much higher than she would like it to be

she has a serious long-term boyfriend named Jake, who is a ghost! specifically, he's a revenant

she loves strawberries, especially covered in chocolate. she even has strawberry charms on her chainsaw!

she has an addiction to diet dr. pepper (just like irl me)

she's goth, but her aesthetic is a bit more casual and comfy because of her sensory issues

she loves collecting cutesy girly things, as well as all things goth/alternative and horror (examples: strawberry themed things, plushies, skeleton themed things, slasher mask replicas, pocket knife collection, ect)

her favorite colors are black, baby pink, and lavender

she has 3 jobs. her main job is the restaurant where she works with Chev, her second job is retail, and her third job is freelance artist

she was offered a job as a monster/demon hunter, but she turned it down because it would only put a bigger target on her back. she has enough stress as is

despite her anxious and introverted nature, she's very competent. she isn't some jumpy crybaby, she always gets shit done and can hold her own in a fight. she's just paranoid and anxious because she always attracting crazies and needs to be on guard damn near 24/7

(this story happened to me irl, but i'll add it here because Chey is literally me lol)

one time i was talking to a friend about how they can only walk around their house barefoot, and I told them that my feet literally never touch the floor. like, I need to be wearing socks and slippers all the time.

and they were like "awww you have princess feet?" (not in a mocking way)

and I was like 😃 I'm autistic. if i feel the floor, crumbs, fur, dirt, dust, anything other than my socks sticking to my feet I will have a meltdown LMAO

i just can't stand having my feet touched. I can't even touch my own feet most of the time because if I touch them wrong, they'll cramp so hard i'll be on the floor crying and throwing up LMAO

if yall have more questions, pls feel free to ask!!

[cheydlerarts]

Chev is built like Eris from Billy and Mandy

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

[cheydlerarts]

Fanart of @cheydler 's creepypasta oc !

[cheydlerarts]

Why is she built like that? 😩😩 (respectfully !)

damn can't a bitch be sexy??? 😡🙄

no but fr, I kinda made her that way on purpose! her whole character is about her body. how it has never worked the way it was supposed to, how it betrays her, how people only see her for her body and what she could do for them (not necessarily sexually, but that will get brought up in a future storyline), and how it was never truly her own.

I'll go more into detail under the cut because I can ramble about her for HOURS lol

To answer why she's built like that:

She gets her body type from her dad's side (her mom's side is stick thin with no curves), so she always had a curvier build. Though, she was malnourished as a child due to neglect and her mother's desire for Chev to look more like her, making her thin but still wide-hipped due to how her skeleton is built.

After she was kicked out at 18, she was finally able to go to the doctor and figure out how take care of herself. The sudden calorie "surplus" and nutrition allowed her to put on weight, and made her body go through a proper puberty (or second puberty, which is a real thing and i think more people should be aware of it!!)

She also started going to the gym regularly to help alleviate some of her body pains, which also made her more muscular and curvier

if yall have more questions about her body n stuff, pls let me know!!

Her body never worked the way it's supposed to, and how it betrays her

she's unable to regulate her body temperature, always being too hot or too cold. it also makes her sweat very easily

irregular/abnormal hunger cues (presumably) caused by not being fed properly throughout her childhood, making her forget to eat, or binge eat. to combat this, she often forces herself to drink protein shakes at the very least during meal time, and keeps meat snacks in her purse/bag. (or in her pants pocket if it's big enough)

chronic pain, mainly located in her neck and back, from the stairs incident when she was a teen, resulting in her developing fibromyalgia.

low pain tolerance from being in fight-or-flight most of her life

auditory and visual hallucinations starting from when she was 5 years old

hypersexuality messing with her brain; giving her intrusive thoughts, brain fog, worsens her fatigue, and interferes with her everyday life. it's worse when she has a particularly bad flareup, which leads me to:

she goes into heat once a month, correlating with the full moon. sometimes her hypersexual flareups trigger an early heat, and it's actually feels like the worst thing in the world to her. it's not fun at all, and it gets to the point that she wished she didn't have a libido at all

she has several mental illnesses such as: autism, ptsd/cptsd, depression, and possible undiagnosed bipolar disorder

her need to eat human flesh often, making her kill even though she desperately doesn't want to. but if she doesn't, she will go completely feral for days on end and kill way more people than she needs to

How her body was never truly her own

she was parent-ified young, and made to be her family's unpaid nanny and maid. She never got to have a childhood, and never got to be a teenager

she never really got to have a healthy relationship, platonic or romantic, where she wasn't used for her body or her emotional/physical labor (except in fanon)

she has always been badly neglected, to the point she can hardly take care of herself

Nowadays she's "taking her body back" by taking care of her health, isolating herself (definitely not a healthy coping mechanism, but she hasn't figured that out yet), and embracing her demon abilities by using them for more mundane things! ie: using her long ass tail to reach things in high places like Tigger lol

this is all i have so far, but pls feel free to ask more questions! (I will literally not shut the fuck up about her PLEASE)

[cheydlerarts]

in the story it says Chev's hair is curly, but in the arts it's straight? does she straighten it?

yes! her hair is actually naturally curly (between 2b and 2c type), but she straightens her hair often :0

fun fact: Chev and Chey have the same hair type, and they both straighten/style their hair differently

[cheydlerarts]

the Demon-Woman

[cheydlerarts]

i made a toyhouse for her with a little more information 👉👈

finally drew my creepypasta sona! her name is Cheyenne (bc that's my name lol), and she doesn't have much of a backstory, just anxious Final Girl vibes lol

she's constantly attracting serial killers and supernatural entities, so she's always strapped with something to protect herself 💪

[cheydlerarts]

finally drew my creepypasta sona! her name is Cheyenne (bc that's my name lol), and she doesn't have much of a backstory, just anxious Final Girl vibes lol

she's constantly attracting serial killers and supernatural entities, so she's always strapped with something to protect herself 💪

[cheydlerarts]

NinaKate for women's month ♡ 

[cheydlerarts]

Hi, Heh, Probably a chev fanart if you'd like to call it, probably not good who knows, love it or enjoy it idc

OMG THIS IS SO GOOS WHATTT

SHE LOOKS SO CUTE THANK YOOUUU😭🖤🖤🖤

[cheydlerarts]

I answered this on my insta story earlier (where i normally answer strawpage submissions), but I wanted to talk about it here too!

Short answer: She was thin and malnourished from neglect in her childhood, and when she was kicked out at 18, she was finally able to eat well and take care of herself!

The sudden calorie "surplus" and nutrition allowed her to put on weight, and made her body go through a quick "second puberty" (which is a real thing that more people should be aware of)

so because she grew so quickly, she has stretch marks. She technically has more stretch marks all over her body, but they faded and are basically invisible. the stretch marks on her hips and thighs are much more prominent because of how much bigger they grew compared to the rest of her body

[cheydlerarts]

Chevonne's bio says 22, but her story says she just turned 18? Was there a time skip?

I've actually got this question earlier today on my strawpage, and answered on my insta stories!

She's 22! Her story is a backstory, like many other pastas.

but if you wanna get REAL technical, she would be 28 right now since I made her 6 years ago lol

but she's canonically 22

[cheydlerarts]

I'm getting so many questions about Chev's lore and story, and I'm having a hard time holding back from spoiling part 2 afshxkclf

I will be answering all the asks and strawpage gimmicks when I get home from work!!

[cheydlerarts]

It's Chev's birthday today, so here are her official ref sheets!!

I've also posted her official creepypasta here!

close-ups!

[cheydlerarts]

the Chain Bridge Crawler

Chevonne Rojas was five years old when she first heard the whispers.

They slithered into her mind, like tendrils of smoke curling around her thoughts, darkening them with something unnameable. At first, they were faint—soft murmurs just beyond her comprehension. But as the days passed, they grew clearer, voices murmuring her name from unseen corners, from reflections where nothing should be. Then came the eyes—always watching, peering at her from behind furniture, beneath the bed, or in the glass of windows where no one stood.

“You’ve got an overactive imagination, Chev.” Her mother, Racheal, would say, ruffling her dark curls, before turning back to whatever task had briefly been interrupted. She had always been dismissive of her daughter, but she seemed particularly avoidant of this subject, prompting Chevonne to drop it completely.

Then, a few weeks later, her father—who she could barely remember—vanished. No goodbye, no note, no trace. The only person to show Chevonne true unconditional love—one day he was there, the next, he was simply gone. He had been the one to affectionately give her the nickname ‘Bunny’, poking fun at how she would stomp her foot when she was upset, and wrinkle her nose when she was thinking. 

Chevonne didn’t know if his disappearance was connected to the voices, but something in the pit of her stomach told her it was. She believed her mother knew something about it as well, though never spoke of it. After all, who would believe her? 

By the time she was ten, Racheal remarried, and Chevonne’s new stepfather, Saul Weiss, was a cruel man. He didn’t hit her, but his words cut deeper than any slap. He called her worthless, made sure she knew she was unwanted. He forced her to change her last name to his, as if claiming her as his property. Worse, he hurt her mother. She learned to stay out of his way, retreating to her room when he was in a foul mood, listening to the sound of glass shattering and her mother’s muffled sobs through the thin walls.

Her mother didn’t speak it aloud, but she grew to resent Chevonne. Her daughter looked too much like her father—sharp features, dark eyes, complexion, everything that reminded her of the man she once loved but now loathed. To her, it was as if Chev was an echo to her dark past.

At twelve, her brothers were born, just a year apart from each other, but they were different; light-haired, fair-eyed—little replicas of their mother. They were loved, doted upon, while Chevonne was invisible, save for being their full-time caretaker. She fed them, rocked them to sleep, changed their diapers, everything their mother should have done. For years, she juggled the constant demands of two infants while their parents neglected their children. Her childhood slipped through her fingers, as if it was never meant to be hers in the first place.

Racheal’s neglect was harshest toward her daughter, and her step father’s cruel words were constant. “They ain't even your real brothers. Don’t act like they are!” He spat one night as Chevonne fed the youngest, her hands trembling with exhaustion. She didn’t argue, instead she just swallowed the bitterness and moved on.

Then came the fall.

At fourteen, during one of Saul and Racheal’s violent arguments on the second floor, Chevonne stepped between them. Her mother was frail, her health deteriorating from years of drug use. Chevonne knew her mother wouldn’t survive a fall down the stairs. So she took the hit instead.

The world spun as she tumbled down, her body colliding with the jagged wooden railing. A scream tore from her throat as a shattered baluster sliced into the back of her neck. She landed at the bottom in a heap, blood pooling around her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.

The wound left scars that would never fade, and the damage from the fall left her in constant pain. Doctors called it fibromyalgia, and the painkillers they prescribed dulled everything; including the emotions she refused to feel.

By her sophomore year, she was pulled from school entirely, forced to care for a family that barely acknowledged her existence. She would end up cutting her long black curly hair herself; unable to find time to take care of it, and to feel a sense of control of her own life.

At sixteen, Saul lost another job due to his drinking, and the family spiraled into homelessness again. They crammed into shelters and couches, barely scraping by. When an opportunity arose to move to an old friend’s trailer in the country, over two hours away, Chevonne jumped at the chance, taking the next bus she could.

After being dropped off at the edge of town, she recalls walking across the old bridge, separating the humble town from the rural country. It was rusty and overgrown with foliage beneath. It looked peaceful, making her feel drawn to it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay long, her friend was waiting for her.

The trailer was old and rusty, nestled deep in the quiet woods. It was quaint, comfortable; and at night, when sleep evaded her, Chevonne wandered through the tall thin trees. That was when she found it.

The house.

It was ancient—decaying, abandoned, looking like a large shed repurposed into a small house. Furniture sat undisturbed, walls dilapidated, dust and dirt coating every surface, calendars frozen in the year 1940. Additionally, books and papers with strange writing were found scattered about, all of which looked similar to books her parents owned. Perhaps there were some dark truths her mother was hiding from her.

It was odd, but for some reason, the old house comforted her, drawing her to return night after night. The house became her sanctuary, a place where the whispers in her head didn’t seem as loud, as if appeased.

By seventeen, her friend, once a refuge in the beginning, had become a cruel shadow; taking advantage of her gratefulness, manipulating her into being his personal maid and verbal punching bag. The emotional abuse was different from home, but it stung just as deeply.  The isolation began to gnaw at her, and her hallucinations worsened

The voices weren’t just whispers anymore. They screamed at her, urging her to do things—things that terrified her. When she lay awake at night, she could hear them calling her name, not from the walls, but from within her own mind. Her skin felt like it was crawling, itching, like something inside her was trying to claw its way out. She saw things that weren’t there—shadows moving in the corner of her eyes, dark figures watching her from the mirrors, and in the darkest corners of the house, something that didn’t belong.

Against her better judgment, Chevonne returned to her family in the city. The old wounds reopened, but at least it was familiar.

And of course, it didn’t last.

A week before her eighteenth birthday, they kicked her out for good. She was almost an adult, so she wouldn’t be their responsibility much longer anyways. Soon after, Chevonne took back her last name, Rojas, rejecting Saul’s name completely.

With nowhere else to go, she returned to the trailer. When she arrived, her friend was gone—vanished. The trailer was still there, fully furnished, stocked with food. A note, written in unfamiliar handwriting, greeted her:

“Make yourself at home! Don't worry about bills, and you’re good on food!”

She knew it was wrong, that something was off, but she was tired. Numb. If something bad happened, so be it.

“If I die, I die…”

For the first time in her life, she was alone. Truly alone.

And then everything changed.

She started to lose track of time. Days blurred together over the next few months. Sometimes, she couldn’t tell if she was asleep or awake. The world felt… wrong. Distorted. As if reality itself was slipping through her fingers, the hallucinations becoming too overwhelming.

She left the trailer to seek refuge in the abandoned house in the woods, hoping it would soothe the voices like it always did; but what she got instead was sudden, violent, and agonizing.

Her body twisted, reshaped itself in ways that felt as though her very bones were shattering and regrowing at once. It felt like her skin was tearing itself apart, her bones shifting and contorting beneath the surface. Her skin burned with an unnatural fire, the hunger inside her grew unbearable, gnawing at her like an animal trapped in her chest.

She could hear the voice of the thing inside her, whispering commands in a language that felt as if it had always been there, buried deep within her. She saw visions of her mother, much younger, hiding those strange books away from her father. In secret, she would perform rituals, attempting to fix a curse she had brought upon herself and her future first born.

She finally managed to scream, but the sound was alien to her—like it came from something else entirely.

She collapsed, unable to move, unable to breathe. Her bones cracked and realigned, her limbs growing longer and more twisted. The hunger surged within her, a primal force that tore through her mind, clawing at her very soul—her jaw unhinging, the flesh of her cheeks tearing agonizingly. Her senses became painfully sharp, her vision blurring with golden flashes. She could feel everything—every heartbeat, every footstep, every tremor in the earth. Her teeth and nails elongated, sharp like daggers.

Finally managing to drag herself to the mirror, the broken reflection that stared back at her wasn’t her own. It was something else—something monstrous.

Her body had never functioned right before, she was always too cold or too hot, her hunger cues never quite normal, her organs not working like they were supposed to. Doctors had called it a disorder, but now she understood. It wasn’t just a disorder—it was something far darker, something demonic.

The hunger took hold first—feral, ravenous. The hunger consumed her, instincts becoming ruthless, as she felt it gnawing at her, urging her to hunt, to feed. Her thoughts were no longer her own. She became a shadow, a nightmare moving beneath the old chain bridge, where she felt that sense of comfort from before. 

The legend of the “Chain Bridge Crawler” spread—of glowing yellow eyes, of a monstrous figure dragging bodies into the ditch below; but no evidence was ever found.

When the fear in town reached its peak, Chevonne vanished. Not because she feared capture, but because she needed the town to believe she was just another victim—another scared soul fleeing the monster.

And so she disappeared, leaving only whispers, bloodstained memories, and the faintest echo of a name: The Chain Bridge Crawler.

In honor of Chev's birthday (March 14th), here's her official creepypasta story!!

This is my first time ever seriously writing, so please forgive me if it isn't very good haha;;

If you want more information on her, she has a toyhouse! It includes tons more details, lots of art drawn by me, fanart of her drawn by other people, and even fanon stuff including other creepypasta characters!

Thank you for taking the time to read my cringe <3 

[cheydlerarts]

Do you accept asks for your creepypasta oc?

yeah of course!! I can ramble on and on about her LMAO

or if you mean kinda like an ask blog type thing, where I answer with art, yeah I can do that too! tho it might just be doodle replies haha,,