#I should be killing people for Zalgo right now

[thegrimdog13]

Ideas for a Creepypasta fantasy au Pt. 1 ?

•Jeff is a king of a kingdom and Jane is his rivaling kingdom.

•Jeff was is war with Jane’s kingdom and Jane’s dad was in the royal army. Jeff’s army killed many of her people in the war including her dad.

•Jane’s mom jumped in a lake days later drowning herself.

•Laughing Jack and Laughing Jill are twins that were separated at birth. 

•Laughing Jack ended up being Jeff’s court Jester while Jill ended up being Jane’s 

•Sally is a little girl in Jeff kingdom that runs around taking to animals around the kingdom. 

•Jeff isn’t known for being a kind king but he has a soft spot for Sally after she brought him his dog back.

•Jeff hired nurse Anne his healer to take care of Sally. So basically they stay in a cute little hut together .

•Clockwork is a bounty hunter that works for Jane’s kingdom.

•Clockwork and Jane have been besties since they were young.

•Clockwork was a local peasant while Jane was a princess.

•Jane has crush on a local woman who works at a flower shop named Mary.( if you know who I mean )

•Slenderman is a god that Jeff and Jeff’s kingdom follow while Zalgo is the one Jane’s kingdom follows.

•Ben is a expiring knight in Jeff’s kingdom. 

•Ben’s fear of water is the main thing stopping him from passing the training. Because they learn how to fight in different environments and he refuses to go near water. 

•Ben is secretly has powers but doesn’t really know how to control them.

•Eyeless Jack is a local blind man that people say are a bad omen because of his dark eyes.

•EJ was cursed with his appearance by a witch at age 15 because he stole an necklace from her.

•He was always bindish but his gray skin wasn’t there before and he went fully blind as well.

•Liu was cast out of the kingdom by Jeff because he disagreed with Jeff’s ways and tried to reason with Jeff on some things.

•Liu is a wizard and when he was cast out by Jeff he has no choice but to seek shelter somewhere.

•Jane took him in to her kingdom under the conditions he would help out around the kingdom. He of course agreed.

•Liu got a crush on their local nurse. 

•Nina is a witch that has a giant crush on Jeff.

•Jeff let’s Nina stay around and hang all over him so she doesn’t curse him and the kingdom.

•The bright side is she often “helps out” with his hatred for certain people. So he quite enjoys that aspect of her being around.

•Jeff also likes the attention he gets from Nina.He often flirts with her just for her reactions.

Sorry I can’t think of any other characters right now I’m tired. If you guys have any idea’s or suggestions on this au or something I should change just let me know! Love you all ❤️

[creepylittlelady]

I am so desperate to share these so, Slenderman Headcanons [PUPPET STRINGS LORE DUMP]

Okay so I wanted to wait until the day someone asked about Slenderman and Zalgo's characterisation in my AU, but I don't know when that time will come and I seriously NEED to share this with all of you.

This AU has been in the works since 2016 and has been my number 1 hyperfixation, and Slenderman is one characters that I had the most fun making. I love love LOVE every rendition of him, from Your Dad Slenderman to EVIL MANIPULATIVE ELDRITCH MONSTER. I want to give homage to both of these renditions by bringing in my own Slender to the mix! I hope you like it, because Zalgo will get his own post very soon ;)

I'm currently writing his backstory on AO3! Chapter 5 should be up soon ;)

As I've said previously, Slenderman and Zalgo are my favourite characters! I just wanna lore dump about him right now because BRAINROT BRAINROT BRAINROT

So without further ado...

The "Slenderman"

-He's not actually one being or entity, although he'd like you to believe otherwise. He's actually a hivemind of two consciousnesses; Lord Operator, and the Vengeful Spirit Charles.

-Slenderman is actually just the body that's basically holding these two entities hostage, technically. Neither of them can escape, although they've definitely tried. Multiple times. Slenderman doesn't have a consciousness of his own and is just a horrifying mixture of the two of them combined into one.

-NEITHER OF THEM ARE HAVING A FUN TIME. They hate it and will go to great lengths to get out. His brain is just the two of them arguing about who gets to control the body at any given moment, and they both have ulterior motives of their own.

-A little backstory: Charles, the Vengeful Spirit, was sacrificed to the Operator and made a deal with him that he would allow himself to be used a Vessel in exchange for his lifespan to be elongated. However over the years Operator began to use Charles' body for more and more depraved purposes. Eventually this drove him insane and caused him to kill himself. However at that point the Operator was so co-dependant on his soul that it basically killed it too, and it had to use some of its remaining abilities to create a new body so that neither of them would really die.

-When Charles is fully in control, he is a 'decently' humane being and can sometimes even be a Father Figure to some of the residents of the Mansion. However he still retains some of his negative traits from life, such as being nihilistic and at times selfish. He's sociopathic as a joke and mainly spends his days trying desperately to fix whatever things he did when the Operator took over.

-When it's Charles, he actually has a good relationship with all of the Residents, and has more of a sit-com Boss-Employee relationship with the Proxies, often laughing at their misfortune. Although he and Sally argue a lot Sally is very close to him when he's Charles.

The same thing cannot be said for when its the Operator.

-The Operator first and foremost is a former God. Although it wasn't a very well-known God, it still said a web of loyal worshippers. However ever since its power was (mostly) stripped away and had to unwillingly transport itself into this new body, its hated every second of it there. The reasons why the Proxies exist in the first place is to create new followers for it so it can gain more power.

-It's absolutely HORRIBLE to everyone else when it takes over. He's mentally and physically abusive, lashing out at everyone who dares disobey it. Its manipulative as well, and the Pastas who are sensitive to that thing, like Toby, Natalie etc often lock themselves away when its taken over.

-Several rooms that Charles doesn't know the purpose of are usually used by the Operator to torture the residents into submission. There are multiple Basements and secret rooms that its locked people inside to get them to 'obey' its command.

-Several of the Slenderverse stories, like Marble Hornets happened when the Operator took over. It often goes unconscious again and leaves Slenderman to deal with the consequences.

(Okay to explain, when I talk about the Operator specifically I'll refer to it as 'Operator', but when its Charles I'll refer to him as Slenderman, Slender, Slendy etc).

-Slenderman is not having a fun time. Random people keep on confronting him and coming up to him when he has no idea who they are and why they're here. He has NO idea on who Toby, Masky or Hoodie are nor how they ended up here. However he's apathetic to it and decided to be decent to them for as long as he's the one in charge of the Slenderman body.

-Whenever the Operator becomes too violent, Zalgo has to come and knock it out. Yep, Zalgo has to beat the shit out of it and basically chain Slender up to get it out, or at least sedate it enough so that it doesn't do anything violent.

-Remember how I mentioned how they've both desperately tried to leave? Yeah, the Slenderman body is fucking terrifying to look at naked. Its severely malnourished, with bruises, shock wounds, stab wounds, slash wounds, cilice wounds and just open wounds EVERYWHERE. They've both tried to leave by any means necessary, and are slowly killing the vessel to try and escape.

-More lore important characters such as Zalgo, Lazari, EJ and Ben sort deal with problems like this as well. But Jesus fucking Christ is Slenderman having a horrible time. He has to basically deal with his own Slender Sickness (Slender Sickness actually comes from the Operator, since most mortals can't perceive Gods without their bodies basically shutting down).

-If Masky and Hoodie are slowly going insane from Slender Sickness, Slender is basically killing himself from it. He's always on the verge of psychosis, suffering from some kind of really disgusting illness, or otherwise just not having a great time. The body is a-okay when its the Operator, but when its Slenderman he's just not having fun.

-Its basically eternal damnation being stuck in that body. Its like an eternal punishment of lies and deceit, waking up every day not knowing that tortures you'll suffer through. However since this has been going on for about 123 years now, they're both used to it at this point.

-Due to being used as vessel and basically being trapped in an endless cycle of torment since the ripe age of 11, Slender's a bit apathetic to the Proxies' situation.

For Example:

Masky: You do realise that we're all suffering because of you, right? Slender: It's not even that deep Timothy we all get mentally and physically imprisoned by a nonhuman Entity at times you just have to deal with it. Masky: Slender, are you okay? Slender: *vomits out a dead corpse* yes why wouldn't I be.

Although he does feel remorse for the fact that Masky, Hoodie and Toby's situation will probably never improve due to the Operator basically holding them captive at the Labrinth, he just doesn't feel that much sympathy for them, as that idea of being used for an upper beings entertainment is just normalised to him.

-Despite the fact that some of the Pastas call him dad are nice to him, a lot of them hate him. Some of the ghost kids refuse to go near him due to the Operator's actions, and his brothers are all scared of him, although Operator cut contact with them years ago.

-One bittersweet tidbit: Slenderman has tentacles because it represents Charles' favourite animal; Octopi.

Okay that's like the only sweet headcanon I have for this guy.

-Slender isn't a good person even though he's a lot better than Operator, although he is actively trying to be a better person for the Pastas' benefit, due to being a vengeful spirit he's definitely prone to violent fits. He can and will hurt you if you agitate him enough, even though it doesn't happen often.

-The Slenderman Vessel is incredibly unstable, so neither of them know their own strength. Because of this, Slender has accidentally flung Toby out of a window more times than he would care to admit.

Also sometimes it just doesn't do what it's told? There's like a 5% chance that it just doesn't teleport where you want it to at any given point, which is very inconvenient.

-Often times when Slender knows the Operator is about to take over (he doesnt' really have a choice on when it happens), he just leaves the Labrinth. He usually stays in Zalgo's castle for months, even a year on end. Yes, the Operator can stay for THAT long.

Do any of the other Residents know?

-As a general rule of thumb; no, they don't. Neither Charles nor the Operator will tell, and even when Charles tries to explain whats happening the Operator will ALWAYS stop him by any means necessary.

Once, he tried to explain what happened after disappearing for half a year, but the Operator had forcibly forced his body to shut down, so he was just sitting there unconscious.

Slender: It all started when I was 11 years o- *starts choking* Hoodie: Oh my god is he having a stroke Slender: *is just unconscious sitting in his chair* Masky: Does this mean Payday is getting delayed or do I still get a raise? Toby: Man wtf

-Due to this unpredictability on whether they'll get 'Nice Slender' or 'Mean Slender' at any given moment, most of the Pastas are dead terrified of him. Although they won't show it sometimes when they see him ominously walking the halls at night or if he doesn't show up for breakfast that morning they all subconsciously start worrying that the Mean Slender's back.

-Sally is especially terrified of him. Slender brought her to the Mansion out of the Operator's wishes, which he HATES. Everytime the Operator comes out he tries to actively harm Sally, which is why she hides in her room for months on end or runs to the back end of the forest.

-Ben, EJ and Lazari all kind of understand whats happening, at least they have a semblance of an idea. Toby knows for the most part due to doing some snooping. However nobody else has a clue and it will probably stay like that for a long time.

[theyanderespecialist]

Slender Brother's Darling 1? (Text To Video) Yandere Slender Brothers X You

@yandere-dark-cupid

[Prompt: 1: Yandere Slender brothers x fem algoid ( zalgo's offspring ) listener. The listener functions a bit like a succubus since their inner demon is a Lust one. So because of that they may or may not have a... close relationship with Offender. Since he's her off-and-on fuck buddy (the listener ends their promiscuous relationship when Smexy tries to turn it into an actual relationship ). The Listener gets most of their clothes from Trenderman. Shockingly Splendorman is a good acquaintance of theirs, maybe even a distant friend. Slender Man has been trying to recruit her despite her politely telling him no. But that all changes when their little half-sibling; Lazari, life gets put into a dire situation. So she cuts a deal with Slenderman that his he keeps Lazari safe, she'll work with him. As the icing on the cake listener even offers to become his proxy once Lazari is fully trained ( the listener isn't skilled with glutton demons ). Other than that everything is up in the air. The listener is Slender's secretary. Polite, professional, and of course sexy. Please and thank you] 

(No One's POV) 

(Name) was a sort of Succubi Algoid. Her demon is a lust demon making her not the easiest to be around. Unlike her brothers and sisters, she fed on sexual energy and did not need to consume people similar to some of them. She also unlike her siblings was very small even in her more demonic form. She was fast though and very deadly. She can suck the life force out of you fast, but she has to be close to you. (Name) did not fight often. She also liked to feed of monsters and creepypastas. If she fed off a human she would most likely kill them. 

Humans only had so much life force. 

So she does have a creepypasta she feeds from a lot, she is with him right now. Cleaning herself up. Having sex while feeding made the meal so much more delicious. 

"So, (Name.)" Offenderman asks his sharp teeth out. "Maybe you would like to stay this time, and have a real bite to eat." 

(Name) did not pick up that Offender was asking her to stay so they could become closer. She smiles politely. "Sorry Offender, I am not hungry," she says politely. "But thank you for the offer, maybe some other time?" 

"(Name), I was-" He starts but she leans down and kisses his cheek making him freeze. 

"I promise we can have a meal together some other time, I need to go see my half-sister." (Name) tells him with a smile. 

Before this, she just got a text that one of her sisters was found, and the mom was a cunt. 

So (Name) being the good older sister she is, is going to beat the ever-living hell out of her sister's mother. 

The offender watches her get dressed and leave and he growls and breaks the nearby side table. "Come the Fuck on, Offender, you are Offenderman and you cannot even tell HER how you feel!" He snarls. "Pathetic. She should be yours by now, if you fail someone will snatch her up like fucking..." 

He growled, fucking Slenderman, his younger, but stronger brother could get in his way. THIS Is not happening! 

(Name) belongs to him! He has made love to her in more ways than Slenderman could EVER hope to! He is not going to let his little brother steal her away! Over his dead fae body!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another the first chapter is done, I will also have this recorded so keep and ey out for it and stay sexy!] 

Slender Obsession Part 1 Intro/Info (Yandere Slender Brothers X Female A…

[ask-eyeless-jackass]

The only reason I sign in on Tumblr is to avoid responsibilities.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Creepypasta’s As: Quotes On My Laptop And Phone

Right so this has been stewing in my drafts for forever and it was just supposed to be something quick and fun but turned out be harder then I thought so not all the characters are here but I got most of them! Don’t really know who the audience for this apart from me but ah... ?enjoy? 

BEN Drowned: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathanial Orion G. K

Bloody Painter / Helen Otis: I hope that someday when I’m gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks: I would have loved her him. – Nicole Lyons

Candy Cane: Come away, O human child To the waters and the wood with a fairy, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. – Willian Butler Yeats

Candy Pop: Turn on you before you turn on us. We’re all just savages. – Theory of a Deadman, Savages

Candy Cane and Candy Pop: Forgive, sounds good. Forget? … I’m not sure I could. – Dixie Chicks, Not Ready To Make Nice

Clockwork / Natalie Ouellette: This woman that I’m becoming gives me chills. I’m obligated to move differently. I have work to do. – ???

Eyeless Jack: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathaniel G. K

Hobo Heart: I’m not used to being loved; I wouldn’t know what to do. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Homicidal Liu / Sully: If I told you how it all ended; Would you have done it? – ???

·         Extra for Liu: The seas were getting rough, but I thought we were worth it. – Hunter Hayes, You Think You Know Somebody

·         Extra for Liu and Silly: I am not a bad man… Even though I do bad things. Very bad things. Such horrible things… But it's not quite what it seems. (Not quite what he seems) Not quite what I seem… … … Aw, hell. It's exactly what it seems. – Creature Feature, Such horrible Things

Hoodie / Brian: Remember that I am still a monster. I can listen to you scream, and cry, and beg, and I still wont le you out. – Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Jane the Killer / Jane Richardson: She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr, if they killed her quick. – Flannery O’ Connor, A Temple of the Holy Ghost

Jason the Toymaker: [Said to him] You’re a tragedy! She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy is leaving you. Why should she stay? You are incomplete. She’d rather grow up then stay with you. – Captain Hook, Peter Pan 2003

Jeff the Killer / Jeffry Woods: [Liu, on Jeff] Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back. – Sharon Olds, Satan Says

·         Extra for Jeff: Do you know what happens when you light a fire in you? It burns everything that’s standing in the way. – ???

·         Extra for Jeff and Liu: And if the black banners raise as the crooked smiles fade; Fallen heroes who quite too late. – Fall Out Boy, The Kid’s Aren’t Alright

Laughing Jack: Forever is a long, long time… And time has a way of changing things. – Willow Tweed, The Fox and the Hound

·         Extra for L.J: This is how the world works; You gotta leave before you get left. – Taylor Swift, I Did Something Bad

·         Extra for L.J #2: All this has happened before. And it will all happen, again… - J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Laughing Jill: [L.Jill, to Mary’s father] You didn’t realise that in breaking my heart you were strengthening my soul. You didn’t realise but I did. And it changed the whole goddamn game once and for all. – Niharika Bhatt

Masky / Tim: I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too. – Heather Davis

Nathan the Nobody / Nathan Lux: Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean she’s gone in your heart. Because the worst thing ever is to forget. – Christina, Allegiant

Nina the Killer / Nina Hopkins: When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. – Caitlyn Siehl

·         Extra for Nina: Maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than about the stories and the people we’re quoting. – John Green

Offenderman: [Said to him] There isn’t a decent thought in your nasty little mind! – ???

·         Extra for Offender: [‘Him’ instead of ‘Witch’] When you visit a witch, bring an offering: Food, tobacco, alcohol, secrets, sex, or death. – Honest Louis

Sally Williams: Real monsters are human. – ???

·         Extra for Sally: I’m sorry this world could not keep you safe. May your journey home be a soft, and peaceful one. – Rupi Kuar

Slenderman: Heroes are always remembered. But legends never die. – Babe Ruth

·         Extra for Slender: Do not believe anything except the whispers of the trees. They have never lied to you. They won’t start now. – ??? Maybe Nikita Gil?

·         Extra #2 for Slender: The fuckers. There, I feel better. Goddamned Human race. There, I feel better. – Charles Bukowski

·         Extra #3 for Slender: Forests hide secrets - he said gently, - It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another. – Catherynne M. Valente

Splenderman: I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks, I believe most people are good. – Luke Bryan, Most People Are Good

·         Extra for Splender: A little consideration, I little thought for others, makes all the difference. – Eeyore

Ticci Toby / Toby Erin Rogers: I make no apologies, for how I choose to repair, what you broke. – Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

Trenderman: My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still wear velvet gloves. – Anaïs Nin

Zalgo: Funny. Cause I look around at this world you’re so eager to be a part of and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for fastest ride out. Who’s not crazy? Look around. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, shooting up, or just plain screwing their brains out, cuz they don’t want ‘em anymore. I’m crazy? Honey, I’m the original one-eyed chicken in the kingdom of the blind; Cuz at least I admit the world makes me nuts. – Glory, Buffy The Vampire Slayer

·         Extra for Zalgo: God’s busy. Can I help you? – Pinhead, Hellraiser

[neerasrealm]

The Arrangement

Part Two to this story

In which the mysterious gold-stringed figure finally reveals their intentions, and their identity. Words: 1664

The hotel was comfy. It felt nice, being in a room that was meant for more than a one night stay. Every cheap motel room started to look the same after a while. She rummaged through her old green backpack for a bit until she found her bong and box of matches. She stood up off the ground and walked over to one of the two chairs in the room. The chair was fairly comfy. Fancy too, with a flowery pattern. She sat cross legged and filled the bong up with weed and water before lighting it up. She leaned down, taking a long drag of the smoke. She relaxed at the familiar warmth and finally looked at the person sitting in the chair across from her. 

Could she even call them a person? Their skin was a pale purple, and they had long black hair. They wore a grey beanie and sweatshirt, long black coat, jeans and sneakers. A very casual outfit for a creature that stalked girls in alleyways and had golden glowing eyes and teeth. They were fiddling with the ends of their fingerless gloves, watching her smoke. She sighed and relaxed back in the chair.

‘’...you’re still waiting for me to answer your question, aren’tcha?’’ she asked tiredly. They nodded. She really, really didn’t want to give her answer right now. She just wanted to smoke, and if she gave her no, the gold-eyed fucker wouldn’t stop bothering her. ‘’How about you gimme more details first, huh?’’ That oughta keep em occupied long enough for her to finish. Or at the very least, get a decent high that she very much deserved.

‘’Well, Mrs Downs-’’

‘’Just call me Rachel.’’ she grunted.

They gave a slight nod. ‘’Well, Rachel…’’ they began. ‘’You probably already know what I want. To hire you as a murderer.’’ they began. ‘’You show promise. It’s uncommon for humans to possess psychic abilities like yours, and you have experience with killing...’’ they looked at her. ‘’It’s my hope that I can assist you in honing these abilities. You’re strong, but you could learn much, much more.’’

‘’Lil rude but okay.’’ Rachel grunted. ‘’How ya gonna do that?’’

They smiled a bit in amusement. ‘’I apologise.’’ they said. ‘’I have a friend. His father was a teacher. He can help you hone your abilities, once he notices them.’’ they explained. ‘’He has a home, hidden away from humans. You won’t have to worry about the police finding you. It’s comfortable there too, you’ll like it.’’

‘‘Better be the fanciest place I’ve ever seen.’’ Rachel thought to herself. "Who's your friend then?" 

"His name is Slender," they folded their hands in their lap. "He's very old, but wise. Kind too. You'll be safe with him…" they trailed off. "I know his family well. He is trustworthy."

She nodded. "Where's he live?"

"Louisiana."

"Louisiana?!" She almost choked on her weed. "That's like- across the entire country!" 

"Is it?" They tilted their head for a moment. "Geography never was my thing...Writer was good at that…" they trailed off for a moment before returning to the conversation. "Anyway...I know him well. He'll help you."

Rachel glared at them for a moment before sighing. You'd think she'd be freaking out more, but honestly…? This wasn't the first time a poltergeist or demon or some other shit had cornered her and tried to make a deal. This one was different though. More corporeal, more...real. and very well spoken. "Aight well...why do you want me to kill in the first place?" 

They paused, staring at her for a long moment before sighing. They relaxed back in the chair and stared down at the ground for a long, silent moment. Rachel looked up from her bong and frowned. They...seemed upset by the question. Which was very awkward. She held out her bong. "Wanna hit?" She asked, trying to cheer up the sad supernatural entity sitting across from her. They looked up for a moment before shaking their head.

"I don't smoke," they replied softly. "But thank you." 

"Aight." She took the bong back and took another hit. It was quiet for another few beats before they sat up.

"I suppose it is fair I warn you about this job…" they murmured. She looked up at them. "You see...I kill myself. Dozens of people, every week…" their voice was low, soft. "My targets are all people who have been affected by the same thing. A man named...Zalgo." they ran their hand down their arm as they said the name, golden strings leaving a trail down it. "He's...power hungry. Cruel, manipulative. He has a way of charming people. And once he charms people...there's no saving them." They shook their head. "He claims souls, or in some cases...takes humans and...morphs them. Steals their humanity away and makes them monsters. But as of late, the amount of people he targets has been increasing. I need help." 

Rachel stared. "He sounds dangerous." She murmured.

"He is," they nodded. "He's extremely powerful. He's...a god. Like I am." 

Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" she asked "You're- you're taking the piss here, right?" She gave them a bemused look. A god? No, no they couldn't-

"I'm not." They replied softly. "Both of us are gods. I was- am...the god of design. I weave the strings of life and design every single creature on earth. Or at least...I used to…"

Rachel stared, mouth agape. She snapped back to reality and cleared her throat. "What-" she hesitated. "What happened?"

They looked up at her. "...Zal'gatoth happened." They murmured. "That's his full name. Zalgo is...a nickname he's taken on as a new identity. I-I don't know- I don't know what's happened to him...what's gotten into him. He's not the same person I knew he-" their voice cracked as they spoke. "He was my son…"

Rachel stared as shiny gold tears poured from their eyes. They wiped at their face as they cried silently. She looked away, feeling like watching was disrespectful somehow.

Finally, they spoke again. "I don't know what's happened to him but- there isn't anything I can do except save the ones he corrupts…"

Rachel nodded, glancing away. She felt bad- touching a nerve like that. "So...how dangerous is this gonna be?" She asked lowly.

"Very. I won't pretend, this is a safe or easy job," they murmured. "Zalgo is extremely powerful and volatile, and his...minions, are brutal. Stronger than a human should be, and sadistic in nature." They explained. "You'll be risking your life doing all of this, which is why I understand if you say no but...I want you to know that by doing this work, dirty as it is...you're helping others." 

"How?" She tilted her head. Her voice was low, like she was actually considering it. 

They reached into their long black coat and pulled out what looked like...a doll. Or rather, a puppet. "This was a person once," they said softly. "A person Zalgo corrupted. They were doomed. As soon as they were killed, their soul would be yanked down to his realm to reside with him forever." Golden strings wrapped around the puppet, making it stand on their lap. "But...instead, I captured that soul, and put it into this vessel. In this form they are dormant. They have no idea they're a puppet, instead they are reliving their life, over and over, on a loop, inside their head. It's not the best but...it's pleasant enough. And they don't remember Zalgo. Or me."

Rachel nodded. ‘’So...am I gonna do that too? The soul thing?’’

They nodded. ‘’Yes. You’ll learn to trap souls, and make your own puppets. I can’t always supply them.’’ 

Oh great...she had to sew. Of course she knew how to do that, it was a skill you’d need when you were travelling on the road alone, but still. She didn’t particularly enjoy it.

‘’So will you consider it?’’ they asked. Her head snapped up. Consider it-? She’d- she’d...actually been doing that hadn’t she? Considering the job…

‘’When can I start?’’ she asked. They smiled a bit, golden teeth glowing.

‘’I can have you in Slender’s house by tomorrow. But you’ll be given plenty of time to settle and train before you begin your official work.’’ they replied. They reached into their robe and pulled out the knife they’d used before. Golden strings floated from their fingertips, curling around and forming a circle. They cut the string and smoothed down the loose edge. The strings solidified, turning into a gold ring. ‘’But...there are two rules you need to promise me you can follow.’’

‘’What are they?’’ Rachel tilted her head.

‘’You only kill targets I give you,’’ they said. ‘’And you do not tell Slender or anyone else about me. My presence will attract Zalgo’s attention...it’d be putting you and Slender’s family at risk. I’ve...they’ve already lost their sister. I don’t want that happening again…’’ they looked away, their voice lowering at the mention of the sister.

She nodded. ‘’Won’t say a word. Promise.’’ she said. They stood up, padding over to her. They were extremely tall, and a little intimidating, but they were like a gentle giant almost. They knelt down, holding out the ring. 

‘’By taking this you agree to the dangers of fighting against Zalgo and assisting me. You accept the risk to your life, and vow to help those targeted by Zalgo.’’ their voice was soft, gentle. ‘’Do you accept?’’

She stared at the ring for a long moment before reaching out and taking it. She looked up at them. ‘’I’ve been following orders from a ghost my whole life, and it’s all been for revenge. I’ve only ever hurt people…’’ she looked down and slipped the ring onto her middle finger. ‘’...I think it’ll be nice to help for a change.’’ she said with a smile.

(Part Three here)

[arsonistslut]

Chapter 15: A false truth

Meanwhile, Jeff lay awake in his hospital bed. He didn't even properly feel angry anymore, or sad, or..anything. He just felt numb. He was getting a hair transplant, but the doctors wouldn't be able to perform proper plastic surgery until a good year or so, so natural healing of his wounds was the only viable option. His parents hadn't visited once, so he had only the staff to keep him company. Whenever one of the nurses came to change his bandages, as was procedure, he could see the look of pity in her eyes. His burns were horrific to look at, he assumed, but not once did he ask to see his own face.

When they put him under for his hair transplant, the demon, apparently calling itself "Zalgo" when asked, had returned to that space they'd talked in before. The same dark corner, red swelling around Zalgo's presence like a plague. Last time Jeff was here with the demon, he took it's hand and pledged bloodshed upon the world..but now he was second-guessing his decision.

"...How do you know Liu hates me, Zal? I mean..he could be in therapy, for all I know! He doesn't hate me, he can't..I'm his brother.."

"He sure is getting therapy.."

Zalgo reached toward one of the walls and swiped over it, opening a sort of..one way window to the sight of Liu and Natalie, gazing at the stars together, Nat running her fingers through Liu's hair as he curled up in her arms like a cat.

"He's forgotten about you, Jeff..remarkably quickly. Another thing.."

Jeff then saw into earlier in the day. Liu was talking to Randy, the kid that set him on fire, and apologized to him. Did it all mean nothing to him...? Did all the times they helped each other, the bond they had, the fact that his brother was rotting in a hospital and was going to be for a year mean nothing to him?

"A reminder, Jeffrey..he's doing this on purpose. They all do, all the couples at school that see a lonesome soul like you with nobody to go to prom with, your family that irrationally hates everything you do and paints you as a monster, the police who arrested you, mocked you for your disorder, they think it's funny. This world hates people like you, and it won't stop beating you down until you're dead."

Chapter 16: Fresh meat

Keith smirked as he saw the new girl with the black-and-red stockings pass him by in the locker. Nina Hopkins, another transfer from 9th grade. She was what you would call the "alt-girl", and if the rumors were true, had similar issues that Jeff kid had. Keith taps his friend Troy's shoulder, and the two follow her as she heads outside to eat her lunch.

"Hey! Where ya goin', anorexic?"

Nina turned to look at the boys who followed her outside, sighing as she ignored them and muttered to herself.

"Same shit as before.."

"What is it, Jeff? You finally got that sex change?"

"Jeff? who's Jeff?"

"Oh, right, that's your 'dead name'. Sorry, nInA!"

Randy saw the two outside, approaching and looking at the situation. At this point, Troy and Keith were hardly people he wanted to associate with anymore. He didn't want to bully people anymore, to hurt anyone else with these two dopes.

"C'mon, you two. We've got bigger fish to fry."

"What? We're just..introducing her to the neighborhood."

"We're going."

"You her boyfriend or something?"

Randy approached Keith, looming over the ginger with a subdued anger in his eyes.

"Maybe I should beat your fucking ass, Keith. Teach you your fair share of respect."

When his "friend" stepped back in surprise and fear, Ellsworth couldn't help but feel just a little bit satisfied with himself. Damn, that felt good.

"Alright, I'm coming..Jesus."

When the three left, Nina, who was just..caught up in all of this, looked on in confusion as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

"Sheesh..who is this Jeff kid, anyway? Heh, maybe I could buy some drugs or something off of him."

She joked to herself, the rest of school carrying on without incident.

Chapter 17: Breaking away

It was the same walk home as usual. The same cool air, the same autumn leaves flowing through the wind, the same desolate suburbia that New Orleans had become. Liu passed the Wallace Street sign that signaled the closeness of his house, his hands interlocked with Natalie's. He was about to cross the train tracks, but then he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Liu fuckin' Woods. How the hell've you been, little man?"

Keith Winchester. Alone. With a baseball bat.

"This is the same street your brother attacked me on. Poetic, ain't it?"

Liu felt that he wasn't gonna get out of this without violence, but he didn't expect this kid, who from what he remembered hearing, had a pretty cushy life, was going to try and attack him and Nat, of all people with a baseball bat. It was metal, too, so he had to have gotten it from his dad or something. Natalie was more annoyed than frightened, however, and began walking toward the bully.

"Oh, you think you're-"

What came next horrified Liu; the awful sound of aluminum striking flesh full force rang out as Keith bashed her upside the head with his weapon. Liu's conscious quickly gave way to let Sully in, and he charged at Keith, who raised the bat above his head to strike Liu down as well, but a hard punch to the gut quickly doubled the boy over. Sully quickly followed up by grabbing Keith's ears and headbutting him, knocking him to thee ground in a daze. Liu felt like he was outside of his own body, just..watching it all unfold. Sully grabbed the baseball bat and struck Keith in the ribs, then again in the shoulder, again to his ribs. A strike to his ankle came next, causing Keith to cry out in pain louder than before. Sully then heard the loud bells of a train arriving and grabbed Keith's leg, grabbing him and then throwing him down against the tracks, placing a foot against his back so he couldn't escape. The train grew closer and closer, the panic of the situation began slowly rushing back to Liu, as Natalie's voice called out to him;

"LIU, NO!!"

Suddenly, Liu regained control, and before the train could kill Keith, he pulled him out of the way of the speeding train, the shock on his face mirroring his. Keith limped away as Natalie rushed over to Liu's side.

"Liu, what the hell was that?! You nearly killed him!"

"I-I don't know, I just..s-snapped!"

"...I've never seen you that..angry, before..that scared me, Liu. It's like..you were a different person."

"I...I guess it was.."

"C'mon, I'll be fine. He hits hard, goddamn it..you got an ice pack or something?"

Liu grabbed an ice pack from his backpack and gently pressed it up to his girlfriend's face, half of him internally cursing himself for not killing that Keith motherfucker for hitting Natalie, and the other just happy that this whole event was over and done with.

3 days passed, and Keith hadn't gotten any better. He could tell Randy was about to split, and Troy..Troy was as dopey as he usually was, that relentless apathy toward all the cruelty and the violence, it was disturbing at times. Still, Keith had agreed to drive the three out to this junkyard he frequented, helped him separate from the outside world. They'd decided that a couple of good-for-nothing cars in an abandoned junkyard would be the perfect tourniquets for their frustrations, and Keith's father played lots of baseball, so they had weapons to use in such..venting. Troy and Randy were having a fair bit of fun there, making crude jokes and smashing old cars to pieces, but Keith was busy letting out all of the frustration, the anger he had for the Woods brothers and what they'd done to him. The car he was smashing apart was nearly about to collapse on it's own as Winchester screamed curse word after curse word, striking the derelict with hit after hit. Once he was finished, he noticed the two other teenagers looking at him. Troy looked amazed at what his friend did, whilst Randy just seemed...concerned.

"Are..are you alright, dude?"

"No, I'm not alright!! Jeff, Liu, those two fucks have been on my mind ever since the shit with the forest happened! Everybody thinks I'm a fucking weakling, thanks to those two! Well, news flash, I am NOT a weakling!!"

"Keith, we'll get those two eventually, alright? They've hurt you, and that means they hurt all of us. Nobody hurts us."

"Right..they're the bigger fish you mentioned when you pussied out over that Nina girl, right?"

"I didn't pussy out, Keith! We need to get after those shitters and not after some weird 17 year old!"

"You..You lie through your teeth, don't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You left your journal in my car, Randall. I decided to pore through it, and what do I find? Page after page of you whining about us, saying you want me and Troy gone from your life! We were friends!"

"People change, Keith, and I changed. A-After that fire, I realized that it was wrong..all of it was wrong! This bullying shit, it isn't okay! We're making other people feel like shit for our own enjoyment, that's sick!"

Randy let out an exasperated sigh as he sat on the roof of a car, clasping his hands together as he searched for the sort of words he thought could properly express how he's changed. Maybe his story would..resonate with Keith. Troy let out a small chuckle as he laid on a car hood and watched the drama unfold.

"I've never been the best with expressing myself, Keith. People would get mad at me when I said some shit that pissed them off, I didn't have a goddamn clue as to how I was supposed to talk to people. That's why I started all of this, why I started bullying people. People didn't really like me, but it was for a reason I could understand for once! But, now..after I lit Jeff on fire, it just doesn't seem worth it anymore."

"Oh, that's why?! You can't fucking talk right?! Randy, I've gotten arrested for you, you know that?! I took the fall for you for those vandalism charges when we set that old shed on fire, and was because you apparently had a fucking speech impediment."

"Keith, calm down-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Randy just shook his head as Keith stormed away, snatching his baseball bat out of Randy's hands. Troy soon got up and followed, looking Ellsworth dead in the eyes as he passed him.

"You suck some off, y'know that?"

"And you swallow, prick."

Once Keith and Troy left, Randy smiled to himself, something he hadn't done ever since the incident. It was like a giant weight had been lifted from his chest, so after taking in the bliss of being free of those two, he stood up and began heading home. He'd finally broken away from those two.

[multifandomhellhole]

What hogwarts houses do you think the creeps would be in?

I see BEN as actually being very analytical and smart. using mind games with his victims and such to wear them down bit by bit...so I'm also gonna say Ravenclaw for him but could also be Slytherin cause he's rather cunning to do that and have such an elaborate existance with majoras mask.

Jason has a very contradicting personality. Depending on which jason he is that day. I actually feel it would be an exsct split between hufflepuff and slytherin. he could either go in Hufflepuff since his motives are a bit purer and can actually be caring in selective moments, also in his heart he is still a child. But on the other hand... he has a relentless drive, obsessive nature with all things he wants, he is manipulative and cunning in all that he does and thats equally the true him and where he is Slytherin. he would choose Hufflepuff to keep his sophisticated and admirable nature but similar to Harry the hat would feel that his house should have been slytherin because of his heart.

Jeff would be Gryffindor or Slytherin and possibly even Ravenclaw cause he is confident in his abilities and is very cruel and ambitious with his drive. He is street smart and can read his opponents well. But is impulsive often relying on the sheer audacity in fights such as challenging slender or beings much above him. Earing that gryffindor title. very versatile being.  

smile dog goes wherever jeff goes since they have very similar natures,one and the same. Also he'd probably count as a pet like scabbers or Trevor.

EJ would be Slytherin, while he's smart and analytical I feel he's one the list of the cruelest and most cunning creeps, playing the most mind games, enjoying breaking their minds, testing what makes them tick. etc. When he's in his full mind. he's very driven when he wants a specific prey and will have no problem killing anything to get what he wants.

Candy pop is Ravenclaw. although he acts like a jester and is very childish in almost all that he does, he's smart and clever in truth. his method of the balloon is smart and creative to say the least, using human curiosity and interest against us. plus night terrors is a calm collected demon that can strategize well and that is equally him as of right now.

L.j. is full Gryffindor. he's cocky and arrogant in his abilities and is very loud and proud in his leadership role when he is granted it. I feel his would be an immediate sorting like draco.

Jane is a full Slytherin. She's got a strong drive to kill Jeff and has done many heinous things to get to him. very ambitious since she literally joined slender, sealing her fate with a cryptid. Just to get closer to jeff and stalk him out and hunt him down... for most of her life too....without being killed. If you want ambition she's the girl.

Clockwork is a Gryffindor. She's kinda cocky at times and is confident in her abilities. She's got some good leadership roles and is definitely inspiring when she wants to be.  

Liu himself would be Hufflepuff. he wants to forgive jeff and has a more caring gentle disposition but sully is a Gryffindor he's a protector of Liu and has no problem challenging authority and showing off his strength.

Slender is a mix of all the houses but I feel like he would choose Ravenclaw to pick up on smart strategies and the like. he's a major strategist and very cruel yet caring enough to provide a home for killers. (granted its to kill Zalgo but still). He is an obvious leader and has cool confidence in his power. 

Masky would be Gryffindor: he's aggressive and unstable due to the drugs and definitely has an arrogant streak. he could pass for a Slytherin but would choose Gryffindor simply because he doesn’t want to have a bunch of backstabbing assholes around him.

hoodie would be Ravenclaw since he's streetsmart, a natural planner, and great at covering up his crimes,  he also likes to hear strategy to figure out how the people around him work, very analytical.

[tangerinekumquat]

Desire for Demonic Hide

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Horrors Au  @world-of-horrors-au

TW: Animal Murder, Graphic depictions of violence, drugging, and kidnapping

If you have any questions I am happy to answer!

Briar struggled against her bonds; she knew it shouldn’t be this hard, Jeff had taught her how to escape rope before. But the cool numbness that consumed her body prevented her from doing much aside from squirming pathetically. She took a breath to calm her racing heart, she knew that she needed to keep her head if she planned to get out alive. She focused on the dim room in front of her. The walls were wooden and slanted, held up by splinter laden boards.

Beneath her feet, a faded grey shaggy carpet spurted out puffs of dust as she moved the chair. She couldn’t help but sneeze as years of dust particles introduced themselves to her nose. The room seemed to come alive as more dust flew into the air. Briar used her teeth to pull her shirt over her nose. She smiled slightly, knowing at least some of her strength was slowly returning. Focusing back on the task at hand she noticed chains all around her. They seemed to be forming some sort of pattern, though it wasn’t one she was familiar with. She looked as far behind herself as she could manage; all she could see was a taxidermied rabbit bowing.

“I see you’re awake.” Like a pick through a block of ice, his voice pierced the soft silence. “You probably have many questions for me. But they can wait till later my dear Кролик.” His accent wasn’t one Briar had exactly heard before. Her limited knowledge made her want to say German but the deep rich tang and the calmness gave her pause. The man in front of her was pale as most people she knew but his features seemed sharper, even if they were hidden behind a wooden half mask. His brown eyes trained on her and his lips twitching. He gave her a smirk, pulling something from his back pocket. Briar’s eyes widened because in his hand he held her phone. “Now I know you probably don’t have the безглазый демон saved by name. So I would like you to tell me his number so that I may bring him under my control.” She thought over his words, even if she didn’t recognize the language she still understood the word demon. Demon, as in Eyeless Jack. Why would he want her to call Eyeless Jack?

Briar croaked and winced, she wanted desperately to interrogate him or at least snap back with a witty reply. “Oh right! You still are a bit drugged up. That’s ok!” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll give you the phone and you can find me my demon.”

So he did want Eyeless Jack, but that still didn’t explain why.

The man in front of her frowned. “Come now,” He encouraged. “I wish not to harm your ночь благословенный любовник. I seek goals much simpler.” Instead of elaborating, he slipped the phone into Briar’s fist and patted her on the head. She growled and furrowed her brow, how stupid could this man be? As far as Briar could tell he wasn’t associated with the government and although his mask fit the proxy motif, the house held no signs of the others. Even so, should she risk it? Risk luring her mates into a dangerous trap for the reason she was foolish enough to be captured.

“...If... not…?” She managed to slur out. This brought a mischievous gleam to her captor’s eyes.

“Well if not my маленький кролик, I turn you over to the government and help them take down your pathetic scrap of a family!” He clapped his hands with childish glee; a giggle rose from his throat, the soft laughter too delicate to have come from this tall man. Briar flinched back, she sloppily thumbed in the number. She figured that at least without the government involved they stood a fighting chance. The phone rang, the sudden vibrating motion causing Briar to lose her loose grip. Her captor quickly caught it, bringing it to his ear. “Professor Indigo speaking, is this Briar’s dear EJ?”

Briar strained her ears to listen when that failed she harshly babbled at the man.

Indigo sighed, turning her chair around. “Yes yes, that was her. Now if you want her back you can find us 469 Williamsal lane.” This was when Briar tuned out, her ears shutting off as her eyes took in the sight before her.

Four taxidermied rabbits, two on each side, bowed before a large iron symbol coated in gore. A greyhound, limbs twisted unnaturally and formed into starfish position. The dog was gutted, a frost burnt corpse nestled inside of the empty cavity. The corpse reminded Briar of the unclaimed pets bin that sat in the vet clinic’s basement, the horrible block of frozen fur and dead flesh. She shook her head, fighting off a mild wave of nausea. She decided to calm herself by glancing higher. Atop the poor dog’s neck rested the head of her owner. His eyelids were forced open, his eyes replaced by unlit candles, a smile decorated the lower half of his mishappen face. Upon seeing his bloated and pale face Briar recognized them both. The man was the greyhound, Lucile’s owner, they had just come in yesterday for her annual teeth cleaning. It was strange, almost laughable, she felt no pity towards the owner yet her heart ached for the sweet dog. She moved her eyes above the gore-filled scene, praying no more animal corpses decorated the rafters. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, just above the symbol sat a small, circular window that allowed the moonlight to peak through.

“Now all that remains is to wait.” Indigo held Briar’s shoulder, a strange, worn leather-bound book rested in his other hand. “It will be sad to see such a ruthless titan fall to this young book trapped man.” Briar tried to bite his hands, her head rolling forward. “Ah ah ah,” He hummed softly. He moved his hand away from her and opened the book, flipping the yellow pages until he came upon a unicorn-themed bookmark.

The two sat in the dusty attic for what seemed like hours. Briar sat tense with anticipation. She eased up when she heard the front door slam open. But before she could scream down to her mate the mad professor beside her spoke up, "We're up in the Attic!" She gave him a curious glare. Just what could this man be thinking? Why is he so confident? Briar was about to warn Eyeless Jack when her captor whipped around to face her. He had a wide grin that near split his pale cheeks.

He scanned over the pages as he walked to the shrine. Upon reaching it and seating himself between the rabbits and the mass of gore. As though he were from some prewar graphic novel, he began to monologue. “As you see Ms. Gillespie, I am a man of knowledge. My heart lies among the written word and often when you lie somewhere too long you begin to sink into the… darker parts. For me, it was simply taking the books that society dared not read. Amongst them, I found this.” He held up the decaying book, a strange runic title burnt into the leather. “Tucked between a manual of the hell kings and a book on ancient cures. Well, when I read the title I immediately knew it was meant to be mine. While you may not understand the language young one, in time you'll learn the name of this book. For it is a book of dreams, a book of unimaginable power! Things that shouldn't be possible are within my reach." He clenched his fist, panting in excitement." There are things that will help me overpower beings that could kill me within a breath. The Seal of Zalgo is one such thing. Though you'd know nothing of binding seals, wouldn't you?"

Briar growled before pausing. Unimaginable power? Binding seals? The words were familiar but twisted into a new, incomprehensible fashion. Then again living with her family had taught her thing's she thought were old fairytale nonsense was tangible as the clothes she wore. Her train of thought was quickly cut off by the attic door slamming open.

Stood in the now opened doorway was the shaded figure of Eyeless Jack. He let out a growl, the predatory glint clear in even his abyssal eyes. In his hand he held his scalpel, dark claws wrapped tightly around the metallic handle. He wasted no time talking to the mad professor, moving along the room towards the man. Upon the entrance of the demon into the chain circle, Professor Indigo began reading from the ancient tome. Eyeless Jack seemed to be in a daze as the man's chanting only got louder and louder. Soft sparks danced along the chains before igniting in an inferno of iridescent flames, the once barely lit room set ablaze with ethereal light. Briar flinched back, expecting the harsh heat of the flames to melt her before she could heal. But that didn't happen, the flames were cold. Cold enough to make her long clothes feel like a bikini in the snow. She shivered, glancing over at her mate.

Her mouth fell open in shock when she noticed the proud demon kowtowing alongside the taxidermied rabbits. She shut her mouth, knowing she had no time to question things as she summoned the last of her strength. With a powerful kick, she knocked loose the chain circle. With speed Briar could barely comprehend, Eyeless Jack stood up and freed her from the chair. He had pulled her out of the now-destroyed symbol just in time so that she wasn't harmed by the much warmer red blaze. He set her down, ready to launch himself onto the man who tried to bind him. But he was gone, seemingly absorbed by the ever-growing flames. "You better hope you're dead. Because if you aren't I'll kill you myself. " The Demon hissed before picking Briar back up and racing out the door with her.

Part Two

[idrawstuffidk]

So, here’s a list of my Creepypasta ocs and what happened to them/what they’re like. They’ll get their own bios and stories and shit but for now I’m summarizing them here.

The Bloody Rose

Story finished

Went insane because of her own insecurities, fears, and paranoia, snapped after accidentally killing a few people, went to a mental hospital and broke out through... ways

Unapologetic sarcastic asshole who is not above using people for her own gain. One of the least sympathetic ocs I have, of not the least.

Rosie/ Ring Around The Rosie

Story unfinished

She was raised in a cult family and as such was pretty unfazed by death and murder, after being shown kindness by Rose she dedicates her life to her and helps her get away with murder (even though Rose literally turns herself in right after -_-)

While Rose was in the mental hospital she was attacked by her cousins were they burned her with bleach and fire, except she actually looks like a burn victim

She’s overly excited and seems to have Mania, she does anything Rose tells her too and doesn’t have much personality otherwise.

Your Best Friend

Story unfinished

Went insane due to her untreated and extremely severe narcissism and psychosis

She is a narcissist who beleives that she knows best and no one should ever doubt her. She wishes for a world where everything is “perfect” and will weed out the population, one imperfect person after the other, if that’s what it takes. While she is insane, I think she’s also one of the more sympathetic ones because she really does beleive she’s doing the right thing

Relicta per Deus/Dereliquit Deum

Story finished

An entity that appeared from the death of a child, she, along with the rest of her kind, tries to kill kids to create more of them

Doesn’t really have a personality, none of her kind do. But I often imagine her as an exhasperated wine aunt when I’m trying to give her a personality

No Name

Story unfinished (in progress)

A girl who was so faconated by Slendermsn that she went insane trying to prove his existence, she was turned into a proxie

Constantly tired but doesn’t seem like she has much of a personality anymore

Vanity Libidine

Story unfinished

She is the daughter of offenderman and one of his victims, a woman who was half demon, hence why she could carry this baby at all. She was locked in a basement for her childhood but eventually the slender brothers found out and saved her (she only exists in the slender mansion universe)

Angelica Helvetica

Story unfinished

A half demon half arc angel, her father being a worker under Zalgo and her mother being the fallen arc angel who was killed in a battle with slenderman, as such Angelica hates him (only exists in slender mansion universe)

She is an asshole and a manipulator, she can use purple flames and stuff as well as shapeshift and that’s about it. She is super sarcastic and kinda playful in a mean way. She’s somewhat sympathetic because Zalgo severely mistreats her and she just wants her mother back

Jazmin/The Convict

Story unfinished

She was put in jail for armed robbery, was treated so poorly that she went kinda crazy and essentially ended up leading a bunch of jailkeepers to their death. Continues to kill to let the remaining keepers know that this is all their fault

Actually acts a lot like a child, very childish and playful, loves jokes and humour and seems entirely normal, but is also extreamly angry and vengeful and can hold a grudge easily

Asher/The Summoning Ring

Story unfinished

Was a part of a cult and sacrificed a bunch of people, eventually the curly sacrifices him during a ritual in which a murderer had to be killed, but the ritual went wrong and didn’t do much as summon the demon but just tied it to Asher, he has no control of that thing

Very sad and lonely, shy and in near constant pain. When he loosing control his eyes leaks iquor and he coughs up the stuff as well. It’s hard to have a really personality like that but I always write him as this shy, kind, and apologetic person who is secretly pretty messed up in the head.

Alice the Kidnapper

Story finished

She was shot in the 1900s during a bank robbery she was carrying out with her boyfriend, her boyfriend died but for her crimes a demon has made it so her soul will never go free and in order to keep her sanity she must eat the souls of children. This is especially painful because Alice always wanted a child.

She’s a caring, loving, but strict woman who cares deeply for the children in her care, but kills them because she knows she has too. She’s pretty desensitized to it because she doesn’t cause them any pain while doing it. She’s eternally quite sad but very motherly, think almost like horror tale toriel, she’s pretty simmilar. Probably my most sympathetic Creepypasta character.

Elana/Who Killed Elana?

Story unfinished

She was a little girl who got possessed by a demon, and died due to her body not being able to take one of the exorcisms, she acts like a possessed person even as a ghost (poltergeist? Idk she’s pretty solid but she is technically a spirit and can do most of the ghosty things do I’m not sure) and constantly roams around asking people to tell her “who killed elana” so she can kill them

A very mature kid who’s pretty quiet and not very playful. In some aus she lives with Alice and helps her to keep the kids from escaping, but that’s not canon

Gisselle/The Watcher

Story finished (it was a rushed job)

Collab oc between me and @theguardianoftheangels

She’s a very sly person, a very good actor so few know her true personality, but reslly she’s a prankster who likes messing with people and only hurting those who she thinks deserve it.

[wishthefish916]

What Is Anti?

Holy fucking shit, I’ve literally had this saved as a draft on this site for MONTHS and just haven’t posted it out of spite, but if ever there was a call to action this is is. I published this theory a while ago, but I wasn’t completely happy with how I’d written it at the time so I took it down a few minutes later. I’d originally planned on never revisiting this again, but while developing a different theory which will probably be coming out soon, I was forced to revisit this work, so here we are. The science of Antisepticeye. What he is, where he came from and how to stop him. It’s a long one lads, so buckle the fuckle up.

If we’re ever gonna stop Anti, which is kinda the point of all this theorizing anyways, we have to know what exactly he is. To figure that out, we need to look into what effect he has on the world around him. Looking back at the ever expanding collection of Anti moments ((thank the heavens for his wiki and a whole lotta spare time)), the only thing that tied them all together is that the person in the webcam felt a sense of danger, be it from a jump scare or high suspense or even from hearing Anti’s name, the brain of the person who was recording sensed danger, which triggered a hormonal fight-or-flight response in their body in the moment Anti presents himself to us, and it’s usually preceded with a long gap in symptoms surfacing. What else do we know of that lies dormant for a long period of time before something triggers it to wake up which usually leads to chaos for whatever system it’s in? Jack A virus!

So what kind of virus is he? Well, in bigger videos like Say Goodbye and Kill JSE the person on the screen communicated that they felt physical effects of his presence, like nausea, aches, delirium and twitching and in some cases bleeding from the eyes. This tells me that if Anti is a virus he’s a biological one.

However I cannot ignore the biggest telltale sign of Anti showing up which is the game or webcam ((and sometimes the person)) glitching, audio disturbances, and corrupted html text((Zalgo)), which would tell me that he is a computer virus.

So lads, correct me if I’m wrong in saying that if Anti is indeed a virus, he wouldn’t be exclusively biological or the technological, but rather a biomechanical virus((I totally didn’t make up the term shush)).

Being made up of both biological and technological components mean infection could have happened just about anywhere. For the sake of clarity I’ll be breaking it up into biological and technological components as I’m fairly certain the two are symbiotically dependent on each other, considering the physical effects coincide almost completely with the technological ones.

If infection was controlled by the biological aspects, that would mean he was infected by contact with the virus. Either he touched it, breathed it in, ate or drank it, kissed it, or bled on it. For all the other egos who’ve been infected, this makes perfect sense. JJ cutting his finger right before the glitching shows up, Henrik almost never wearing his surgical mask when handling his infected patients, Chase heavily drinking in the moments leading up to Dark Silence, but Jack is a different story. The first time we saw Anti was in FNAF Sister Location, and that video had none of the above in it. That tells me he was infected well before he first showed himself, which makes sense logically. People don’t show flu symptoms as soon as they come into contact with the flu virus. It has to fester for a little bit before showing any symptoms, so why should Anti be any different?

So where did Jack get infected? If he did physically come into contact with the virus, it would have been in a live action video. From a storytelling perspective, it wouldn’t make sense to not showcase an important plot point clearly, and live action is the best medium to do such. That brought me to the 2015 pumpkin carving video, but nothing too suspicious happened. There was no bleeding, he didn’t eat anything, while he did kiss the pumpkin no bodily fluids were exchanged, and breathing it in or touching it seems implausible, because it would mean the virus already existed in his house, which means he would have been infected long before that video.

The only other live action videos he’s done, and correct me if I’m wrong, were the 700,000 subscriber ghost pepper challenge, the ALS Ice bucket challenge, and his regular vlogs. Sean is incredible at blurring the line between normal video and ego video, but these videos all had an underlying sincerity to them, where he was trying to communicate to us his appreciation or with the ALS video trying to get us to donate to charity, and I find it highly improbable for him to try and undermine the meaning behind them with an ego clue.

That leads me to believe that it were the technological aspects of the virus that infected him, and that’s where things get kinda tricky. Now, computer viruses are actually relatively easy to come into contact with, the problem definitely isn’t there. Maybe Jack was sent it in an email, maybe he went to a sketchy website, maybe he downloaded a game that had a little something extra up it’s sleeve. No biggie, it happens. The logic leap is when the computer virus starts affecting his real life person, even when he’s not using the computer, a la Say Goodbye.

I believe immersion is the answer. Immersion in game play is something a large portion of game developers strive for, making the player feel like they were actually inside their game. This is one of the hardest and most important things a story driven game developer can do, and also one of Jack’s key defining features in games he tends to really enjoy.

I think, in the story that Sean has created for us with the egos, when Jack is doing a lets play and he gets really immersed in the game, he actually does exist inside that game. That feeling of total immersion, those moments when his brain is unable to separate the game from reality, they happen because of him actually being inside the game on his computer. If Jack were to download a game that had Anti’s virus on it, and then became immersed in the game play experience long enough to come into contact with said virus, it’s entirely possible that the virus stayed with him when he left the game/no longer was immersed.

Well, if we’re going to find out how to cure the thing, we’ve first got to find the location of patient zero, i.e. the video that started it all. If we know where it came from, we’ll know how it works and that’ll make it immensely easier to stop it. Are there any games out there that Jack played that 1) truly immersed him as a player into it’s world, 2) share a strong resemblance to what we already see in Anti, and 3) was uploaded some time before the release of Sister Location. There are two bigguns that spring to mind.

Undertale is probably the most well known and well liked series on Jack’s entire channel. While he was playing he became heavily invested in each of the characters, even the baddies, and so did we. We grew to care for them all as if they were our closest friends. When they were hurt, we screamed in protest. When they were comforted, we felt all warm and fuzzy. When we reached the true ending, we all cried. I would most certainly consider that immersion, wouldn’t you?

Not only did Undertale immerse the player and viewer, it messed with your actual computer files. If you do a genocide route even once, uninstalling and reinstalling the game won’t wipe it’s memory of the route. You have to dig through your computer to find and delete the file that tells steam what route you chose if you want to play the game brand new again. Not to mention the game frequently closing itself unprompted, which has a well known history for corrupting recording footage. Potential for corruption? Check.

New paragraph for new point because oh my god, there’s a lot. Several people have already pointed out the similarities between Flowey and Anti, but just in case you haven’t seen it yet or wanted a nice recap, here we go.The voice acting Jack chose for Flowey sounds just like a higher pitched Anti voice. This was the first time he ever layered audio files to achieve a more sinister voice effect. The thumbnails following his fight with Flowey all hold trademark characteristics of Anti video thumbnails. Our first ever interaction with him ends with him attempting to murder Jack. Their laughs are one in the same. At certain points in the game, you can find Flowey following you, keeping an eye on things, if you will. His boss fight, oh my g o d. He kills the dude in charge, everything cuts to black, and next thing we know there’s a glitchy face laughing at us through a screen, telling us about how he’s the one in charge and how this is his world and how everything he’s done was all our faults, after which his eyes turn red and green and he starts puppeteering controlling six different souls, using their different skills to his own personal advantage so he can fulfill some unspoken objective. Gee, sound familiar? 

However, despite all of this, Undertale was not patient zero. Why I still listed all the game’s similarities despite this, I promise was not to waste your time, I’m getting to that. There was a game that came just before this one, the first of it’s kind, the actual patient zero. That game, is The Visitor.

Many of you may not remember this game, but The Visitor (and The Visitor Returns) was a little flash game that was posted way back on March 1st, 2015, and you played as an alien creature that came to Earth on a meteorite who’s only objective was to kill any creature it came into contact with to gain it’s powers. It was a video that kind of took the channel by storm, landing it’s place as the fifth most watched video on Jack’s channel even though nobody really knew how. This was patient zero. 

As for the checklist? It was posted March 1st, 2015, a full year and seven months before Sister Location. Jack is certainly immersed in the gameplay, so much so he forgets about the menu screen and accidentally restarts the game in an attempt to do more stuff. Does it show a similarity to what we already see in Anti? More than you’d see at first glance. Yes, his mouse is kind of glitching through the entire video. Yes, his webcam goes dark for a single frame towards the five minute mark. Yes, there’s multiple severe neck wounds throughout the game. But that’s not what sold me on this. It’s the premise of the game itself. 

I was struggling for months trying to figure out which game was patient zero. I jumped between Undertale, Fran Bow, Vee is Calling, and even the other Five Nights At Freddy’s videos more times than I could count, because all of them seemed like plausible answers. Fran Bow was the first series ever to adopt Anti’s traditional thumbnails, with lens flares and glowing eyes and blood everywhere(seriously, I took a good ten minutes and scrolled through every single video on his channel and Fran Bow was where it all started), not to mention a dark shadow creature who feeds on suffering being the main antagonist. Vee is Calling had an actual virus as a main character who actually glitches out and actually takes control of the main character’s in game computer. One of the glitches in SIster Location #1 showed a frame from the first ever FNAF game, and many of the sounds were pulled from the series at different points. I’ve already written paragraphs about Undertale. All of these things show a direct tie to Anti. 

Then remember what The Visitor is all about. It’s an alien who kills things around him to gain it’s powers. It takes aspects from each creature it comes into contact with and uses them for his own personal gain. That seems to be exactly what Anti has done ever since we’ve known him as a physical entity on the channel rather than an idea with a name. 

I mean, look back at May 2k18. Every single skit, either ego themed or not, was pulled directly from whatever the game he played was about. Hell, just look at the egos! I’ve talked about this before, but in every single ego video, there is always a theme of character decay, where the person they were at the start of the video erodes away leaving nothing but a shell of who they were by the end, and this is especially apparent in their debut. JBM, the courageous hero giving into cowardice. Marvin the Magician, throwing away his career. Henrik the wise doctor, killing his patients and forgetting a comedic amount about human nature. Chase the bubbly dad, pulling a gun on himself. JJ the mute actor, cutting his finger and immediately getting possessed. I’d tied them back to Anti before, but I never really knew why. In hindsight, this was clearly Anti’s attempt at stealing their strengths. Each and every one of them had some advantage that Anti wanted, and their slow decay was evidence of Anti trying to take control so he could have it. That’s why each new video showed him getting stronger, going from making them kind of afraid to full on suicide and possession. He was stronger because he’d taken more attributes and was able to use them more effectively with each passing video. For each game that Sean got immersed in that fit his agenda, Anti adopted different aspects for himself. There is no one video where Anti came from because he came from every video.

Okay. Alien biomechanical virus. How do we treat it? Well, that is heavily reliant on it’s sources. Anti adopted both some benefits and some defects from every game he pulled from. He gained both strengths and weaknesses, so if you want to “beat” him, the answer would lie in those games. The Visitor had no happy ending. Fran Bow won by giving up on reality and living with tree people, a demon, and an oversized axolotl. Undertale got a good ending by befriending everyone including the bad guys and hopefully not dying too much in the process. FNAF was finished by getting fired or burning everything to the ground and praying you’re not sent to purgatory. Vee is Calling was saved by focusing on your love life more than your computer files. Maybe it’s one of those answers. Maybe it’s all of them. Maybe it’s none of them. It seems not even Sean knows the answer to that question, but now we have a great place to start looking.

I wasn’t able to attend PAX, which means I didn’t know about the Anti “hint” until just now. When I heard it I wanted to scream, I think I actually might have, because I’ve been sitting on this work for literal months and just not gotten around to posting it. “We still haven’t figured out what Anti is yet.”

So, @therealjacksepticeye, are my answers to your satisfaction? 

[bunchofdoodlesinspace]

Superhero AU - Strength

He stumbles, his hands going right to his face. The blood from the fresh cut trickles between his fingers. He doesn’t look back up, after all, it’s not like he needs to; he already knows what’s coming after this. 

“I thought you would know better by now than to ask questions like that.” the other spat at him.

He grunts, quietly mumbling something in protest. Suddenly he hears the sound of the knife scraping against the wall right next to him, and he jumps.

“Care to repeat that little remark?” The other asks, now close to him, far closer than at all comfortable. Despite the fear slowly building in his gut, he still finds himself glaring up at the other with rage.

“I said,” he begins, “that at least I care how many people are going to be harmed by this.”

“And that makes you better than me?” His eyes narrow, “Yeah. I think it does.”

The other figure pulls the knife away, standing up again.

“Tell me, Magician, what was my offer when you came to me?”

“...You’d make me stronger.”

“Right. And have I ever backed down from that statement since?”

He thinks. He thinks and he tries to find a way to deny it but he can’t. If anything, that’s the worst part.

“...No.”

“Exactly. So, logically speaking, me telling you to help me with this little plan is part of me helping you get stronger. Isn’t that what you wanted? To be more powerful than the others? To be able to stand up to all those people who told you you were weak?”

Not like this, he thinks to himself, but doesn’t dare say out loud; he doesn’t feel like getting another slash across the face today. He just stands silently. The glitchy figure just continues.

“You saying that I should care about all those people...those people in my way, mind you, shows me you’re still weak. You can’t let yourself care like that, because they will use it against you. Isn’t that what happened before?”

More silence. They step towards him, putting a mockingly comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I know you don’t want what happened then to happen again. And that mens you’re going to have to learn that sometimes, a little sacrifice is worth it in the long run.”

With that, the other steps back again and walks out of the room, leaving the magician alone with his thoughts. The cut on his face is slowly healing; at least, blood had stopped dripping. He lets out a shaky breath and leans against the wall.

A little sacrifice? A little sacrifice my ass, he thinks. If he went through with this then there was a high chance around half the city could be killed. Hundreds of innocent people...that was a lot more than a little sacrifice. He couldn’t bare the thought of being responsible for that.

He didn’t care if it made him weak. He wasn’t about to let this go as planned, not if it meant the deaths of so many. He’d let him get away with so much, but this was getting out of hand. He wasn’t just going to stand there and watch this time.

Marvin marches out of the room, fuelled by building rage. There’s a new sort of confidence rising in him, confidence he was going to need.

He was going to stop him. He was going to stop him even if it meant the next knife wound he got was through his heart.

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I KNOW I’M LATE BUT IN MY DEFENCE I STARTED THIS DURING MARVIN APPRECIATION WEEK SO SHUT-

Anyway

I wanted to take a peak at Marvin’s backstory in this AU because uh,,,hoo boy is it ever a lot. Also, I don’t do enough writing here so I think writing is going to be my thing for the ego appreciation weeks, just as a fun lil challenge for myself!

That said, this was a lot of fun to write; made me realize how much I missed doing dialogue for the glitch man of which I’m really proud of in this one actually. Also I tried something different with writing Anti’s lines in italics instead of zalgo just....because. Idk. Don’t think I’ll stick to it but eh. Anyway, I wanna do a little series based around this Marvin at some point so be on the look out for that if you’re interested! :D

[the-static-and-i]

Idle hands are the weapons of the rebellion

TW: torture, hand mutilation, pliers, mental manipulation, memory loss, zalgo. Let me know if i missed anything please.

Sam’s hands suggested by @shatteredartda way the fuck long ago, word prompt “disobedience” suggested by @livingemerald :)

Tension had been high server-wide since Eli and mom had been taken into the throne room. Renee hadn’t spoken much, blaming herself for not offering to take her mom's place, and Sam wasn’t in a much better state. She wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she had watched Ren hurt Eli, but at least Sofia wouldn't be blaming herself, and Eli wouldn’t be inked to shit, and she wouldn’t have had to tell the whole server of her mistakes. Her past mistakes. 

On top of all of that, Sam was replaying the message Anti had sent. ">͟ ̵Y͏ou͝ starte̡d a ̕fa͠mi͏ļỳ,̢ S͏cribe. Elí a͞n̨d ̴Sa͘ḿmy,͘ ͞y͘ou͝r p̀r͟ec̨i̧ous ch͢i̶ld͟ren͜. ̢" He said her name. Not only that, it was her favorite nickname. She couldn’t remember if anyone else had called her that since the whole fucking torture session, but she's glad she couldn’t. She didn’t need extra reminders of that bastard and what he had done. On top of that, she was pretty sure he had threatened her next. There were a lot of people talking right before he sent the message, but he still said ">̀ I'll d͘ea̸l ̴w̡it͝h̸ you̸ l̷a̸t́e̶ŗ. Ţh͜e͞r̢e͜'s͝ ̴an̴o͞t͢h̶er͟ show͟ ̡a͘b҉o͏u͢t͡ to ̧s͘tar͝t̵.͢ ͡" And she had been the last person to talk before that. 

The anxiety ate at her the more days that passed. Eli was in such bad pain, Scribe wasn’t sleeping, they were driving across the country to get to Henrik so he could help Eli heal properly. Sofia hadn’t said exactly why they were going to Henrik, but Sam had put together that his experience with this exact scenario made him the best choice. Sam couldn’t stop thinking about the bad outcomes of this; Henrik wouldn’t help because of what Sofia had done, Anti would stop them before they got to him, Eli would die before they got there, Henrik wouldn’t be able to do anything to help, Anti would drag them both back to the throne room afterwards and make Sofia reopen every wound. 

She could barely sleep, barely ate, barely leave her room. She sat at her desk and watched chat, waiting to see if Eli or mom gave an update

Most days they didn’t. Eli would say hi, but didn’t have the energy to stay online for long, and when he did the whole chat ached for him. His spark was gone, his light diminished. He hadn’t posted a meme in days, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing.

Sam wiped tears from her eyes, fighting to see the keyboard so she could finish a message to Eli. As she went to hit send, the screen glitched. Her breath hitched, and she shot back from the desk as fast as she could, which was still incredibly sluggish between her emotional state and lack of sleep. 

Laughter echoed around her small room, coming from speakers she had never plugged in but still placed around. She carefully spun, hoping to see the bastard show up before he grabbed her, but no dice. Static and strings wrapped around her torso, and she was gone.

~~

She came to in a dark room, unable to see her hands in front of her face. She lay back against the floor, trying not to panic as the darkness closed in further, suffocatingly close. 

Every thought was of the basement though, and every sound her body made was too loud, every sound potentially her father coming for her. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the memories. Static quickly flooded her mind, her eyes shooting open as she recognized the sensation, but it was too late. She got swept away in the current, pushed into the back seat as Ren took over again, that total oppressive control she had back in March.

"Your turn, puppet," The voice was distorted, grating, angry. Ren tried not to flinch as she was grabbed by more static and strings, being pulled into a room that she had heard described a hundred times. 

Ochre floors, too many bloodstains. So many bloodstains.. she couldn’t actually distinguish them, couldn't place which one was Day, or Tangle, or.. or Eli. Her eyes flooded with tears, but she didn’t fight them this time; she let them fuel her rage for the fucking monster that brought her here. That brought him here, and mom, and everyone. 

"Come out, you fucking coward." Her voice strained around the lump in her throat, but she didn’t falter, didn’t move from where she was placed, didn’t flinch when the sound of glitches echoed around the room.

He appeared right in front of her, his face inches from hers. He didn’t look as angry as she expected, instead almost.. playful? Or amused. 

Ren wanted to make him regret that look, wanted to inflict every torture from this room on this man, this glitch, this mistake. Her fists clenched at her sides, and Anti laughed. It reminded her of feedback from a microphone, loud and high pitched and annoying. She didn’t flinch though, staring her worst nightmare down with tears still streaming from her eyes. 

"You, little puppet, are the biggest disappointment," Anti spoke with a matter-of-fact tone, his grin a horrible leer that Ren couldn’t look away from. His words hit her hard, but she tried not to let that show. She didnt care if she disappointed him.. right?

"You were a waste of static, a waste of that useless magician's magic. You took it upon yourself to manipulate your old friends--I didn’t even have to order you to-- and you still failed." At that, Ren flinched. She had failed, after volunteering herself to hurt people, people Sam had considered family. Ren opened her mouth, not sure what she wanted to say but knew she couldn’t be silent and hear his voice any longer. Couldn’t listen to the static any longer.

He snapped though, strings materializing around her limbs and neck, just like they had the night in her house, so fucking long ago. She tried not to scream or panic, but she could still picture it vividly, even if the memories weren’t her own. The only differences this time were that she was standing, and another band of strings had planted itself around her mouth so she couldn’t speak. 

Anti paced around her now, a cruel smirk on his face as he watched her helplessly struggle, another fly caught in his web.

"You should know, I considered having #053 do this for me. I thought it would be fitting, seeing as how much of a hand you had in creating her. And it would prove she hadn’t failed me as badly as you did." Ren couldn’t breathe, terrified of having 53, her friend, her best friend, her first family show up in this horrible fucking torture chamber with her.

"But I decided you don’t get the satisfaction of having a friend with you at the end. You get to spend your last breaths with your family, your only family."

The words registered in slow chunks. These would be Renee's last moments, this was her last day of life. Was it Sam's too? Would he kill them both and be done with it? Would he only kill one and torture the other? Would he make Sam wholly into his puppet and kill Ren since she failed him? 

Then family? He considered himself part of her family? He wanted to be part of her family? Then only family? She had other family, didn’t she? 53 was her family too, right? And so was Sam, and.. and.. 

She realized she couldn’t remember their names. She could see his bright red hair, his brighter blue eyes, could picture him in this room, screaming for his mom. She could picture her too, soft brown hair with pretty blue streaks, blue eyes weathered with wisdom and too many experiences for her age, holding a scalpel with shaky hands and teary eyes. She had called her mom, had given him a nickname. Why couldn’t she remember it? 

"You've disobeyed me for the last time, 261. You've failed me for the last time." 261.. The number sat perfectly, rolled off Anti's tongue just right, sat comfortably deep in her heart. 

She didn’t want to look away as he finally stopped pacing his circles. She watched his every move, eyes filled with a blend of intimidated adoration and fear. The strings all released her, but she didn’t speak or move from the position they had held her in. 

Anti approached with his signature knife, running it along 261's throat. She didn't recoil, didn’t blink, didn’t look away from her Master's eyes. Blood bubbled up along the cut, but neither seemed to mind. He snapped, and the ocean of static receded slightly from her mind. Ren gasped and cringed back, stepping back and raising her arms to hug herself. The static rolled inside her head, all too similar to a real ocean. Sam was yanked back into control, Ren falling quiet in her own corner, feeling violated and used and disgusted with herself, but still wanting to help Sam get through this.

Neither had any time to comfort each other though, since Anti lunged at Sam. She threw herself to the side, rolling to her hands and knees. Anti glitched next to her and kicked her in the ribs before she could get to her feet, Sam crumpling around his combat boot. He kneeled over her back, pinning one hand under his knee and holding the other behind her back. She desperately held back a whine as he pulled her arm straight back, squeezing her eyes shut against pained and angry tears. 

She can't held the scream that followed him snapping her pinky backwards though. He doesn’t give her a second of respite, snapping her ring finger back too. He was uncharacteristically silent, no witty quip or clever taunt or harsh words, just angry silence. Her index finger was next, but she managed to bite back the shout this time. 

He ripped her thumb back, nearly ripping it entirely off in his rage. She hoped he was done, that he would move on, but she felt the cold metal of his knife at the base of her middle finger. He pushed the blade slowly through the skin of her finger, and she screamed every second, her head throbbing from the pain.

There was a wet slap next to her face, but she refused to open her eyes and see what she knew would be laying there on the ground. Not satisfied with her response, Anti pulled her arm back harshly, making sure it was ripped entirely from its socket before glitching a pair of pliers into his hand. 

He placed the teeth around Sam's second knuckle, clamping them with his full strength, shattering the bone underneath after a few seconds. Sam shrieked, bucking desperately to throw the glitch off, to no avail. He moved to her ring finger, repeating the process.

She can barely form thoughts, let alone words, but she tries to beg for him to stop anyway. His strings reappear around her mouth, silencing her completely. He shatters the second knuckle of her index finger, shifting the pliers up about an inch instead of removing it. She winced, expecting him to pull her nail off, but instead he clamped the teeth around her entire fingertip. The bone shattered after a longer gap, her nail snapping too. She screamed behind the gag, sobs wracking her chest. He moved to her thumb, clamping around her fingertip instead of the first knuckle, shattering her bone and thumbnail after a few agonizing seconds. 

He dropped her arm, standing up and walking away. She rolled onto her back after a few quiet minutes, clutching her fucked up hand to her chest. She couldn’t see well, between her missing glasses and teary eyes, so she closed her eyes and sobbed into the string gag, simply hoping he was done with her since she couldn’t think, let alone stand or fight. 

He wasn’t done, she quickly found out. Anti grabbed her left hand, the uninjured one, and threw it to the ground next to her. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, not wanting to see what he had planned for her. She found out anyway, as a sharp ass knife was stabbed through the center of her palm, pinning it to the floor. She habitually flexed her fingers to minimize the verbal reaction to the pain, instead crying out louder as both hands flared in more agony. 

His boot hit the knife sideways as he stepped over her hand, digging the tapered blade further into her palm. She turned her face away from him and her pinned hand, hoping it would help protect her somehow. It doesn’t, and Anti slices through her thumb with a smaller but sharper knife, cutting the phalange clean off. He moves to her index; another clean cut. Every cut after is clean too, which doesn’t help stop the pain or Sam's muffled shrieks, but it does give the perfect opportunity for the static to slowly increase. Slow enough that Sam couldn't tell, nor did it reduce her pain even a touch, but strong enough that it ate away at what was left of her memories. 

When her left pinky lays severed from her palm, Anti yanks the blade out of her hand, and steps away again. Sam doesn’t move this time, leaving herself open and vulnerable to his wrath. She can't bring herself to scream or sob anymore, her chest jerking but no sound following. 

The room was silent for so long, no glitching or sobbing or anything. Sam couldn’t bring herself to care, or to look around for Anti. 

"Sam? Samsie, can you hear me?" Ren's voice, usually a familiar comfort, only made Sam more numb. Where had she been? Busy wallowing in self-pity? 

"Sam, the static was repressing me, I could hear and see you but.. but I guess you couldn’t hear me?" A likely story, one Sam believed less every second.

"Samsie, you need to focus for me, please? I can't take control over our body, you have to get up and see if you can get out of here yourself." Sam felt her heart ache, but she couldn’t tell if it was her or the voice in her head feeling that. The voice that kept calling her Samsie. Why did the nickname feel so familiar? 

"Sam please, you need to get up, you can’t stay here. Anti could come back at any second, and he’s gonna hurt you more, you need to escape please." Sam heaved a sigh, irritation pulsing through her head and body.

"Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you need to shut the fuck up. I don’t want to escape Him, and if He hurts me its because I deserve it. He didn’t give me permission to move, so I'm not going to. Now leave me alone, before you get me in more trouble." Her inner voice is cold and harsh, the capital H's practically heard. 

The static in her head roared over whatever response the voice had, and Sam sighed in relief, her body relaxing as best it could without disturbing her wounds. Anti's face appeared in her vision, the proud grin on his face seeming out of place but still making Sam's heart soar. Was that smile for her?

"You've done well, puppet." It was. Her heart soared higher; she made Him proud. "Would you like to go home now?" She wasn't sure. Did that mean leaving Him?

Strings tangled around her again before she could respond, lifting her to her feet. She met His eyes, seeing how smug He looked. Happiness surged through her; had she helped Him get whatever it was he wanted? She hoped she did. He was her family, and He deserved to be happy. 

"Well, #261?" He sounded almost patient, like He knew she'd be struggling and wanted to allow her the chance to adjust. It still took her a moment to remember what He was asking about, but when she did she nodded happily, unsure of where exactly He would take her but not caring. He wouldn't put her in danger unless she deserved it, because He loved her. He was her family.

Static and strings wrapped around her, and she embraced them happily, feeling more at home in them than anywhere her Master would take her.

[askthiscpblog]

Can we get a meeting between Char and Jace?

It was a cold autumn night in the city and everything was bustling about, but away from prying eyes a warehouse was being prepped for a special event.

“Okay….lights are good. Almost got the place soundproofed. What else? What else?” Jace was getting ready not for Christmas, but for the grand event of the slaughter show.

Char yawned up in the rafters of the warehouse, up in a dark corner away from any lights. Taking out a special hot knife, she sliced through the spider silk cocoon and climbed out. It was a good sleep last night, and she felt like she needed it. Rubbing her eyes, Char looked over the edge and saw the new people in the warehouse. There were two, one unconscious on the ground wearing a white hoodie. He also had black hair and his eyes weren’t even close. The other one seemed to be setting up some weird things, but what, she had no idea. Jace was starting to climb at spots and was putting cameras up. He put up the third one, then stopped and looked around.

“What the hell…relax, Jace. Relax. No one is here.” he muttered to himself.

So, his name was Jace. Char climbed up onto the ceiling and crawled over closer to him, keeping her distance. She’s curious by nature, and that’s what got her in trouble most of the time, too. After lowering himself down, he put up the rest of the cameras and started to hide knives around the area. Some were obvious, others would be hard to find. Char kept watching this Jace with curious intent. He looked dangerous and didn’t seem pleased to be here. He also looked paranoid, looking around, double checking himself to make sure everything was perfect.

“Ok. Good. Now, what should I put under the light spots?” Jace asked himself and thought for a bit.

“Oh! A bat isn’t a bad idea. More swing space an-” he stopped and looked around again. He could almost tell he was being watched. Char kept to herself, sneaking around the roof of the place and keeping up high. Humans never tend to look up, it was how she caught her prey. He was like the rest, if not a little more dangerous. And lean too so he could taste good.

Jace looked around more. This time looking closely at everything. He knew that his imagination didn’t go off this often, and it was almost like how he felt when he was at Zalgo’s lair.

“Come on, Jace. If someone was watching you, where would they be?” It took him a bit as he thought of where he would hide. That’s when it hit him like a bus, but if there was a person there, then he needed to catch them by surprise. “Okay man! Calm your ass! You’re getting a bit anxious that’s all. Just get the showroom finished.” He started to play dumb, keeping his ear out to see if he could catch anything. He even took out his mask and cleaned, hoping he could see something up in the rafters.

Char moved around again, watching him still with her unblinking eyes. It was something interesting, watching him wander around, scared a little about having eyes on him. He was someone who had experience, and that is what made her interested in him. She kept close to the darkness, moving in a methodical fashion to keep quiet. Each step was more meticulous than the last, making as little sound as possible. It wasn’t the hardest thing to do, she was a predator she knew how to stalk and hunt. There was a small build of saliva in her mouth, venomous to most other creatures that weren’t like her. It was something that happened when she was near food. This food was going to be tough and she didn’t want a tough catch. The other person though, they would be better. Taking a loose bit of a beam, she chucked it into one of the lights causing it to spark and flash as it hit the ground. The rest went out from the short circuit.

That’s the thing. She didn’t hear a yell or a scream… it was quiet.

Char started to crawl over to another wall, still ever so quiet. She didn’t care to fight the guy, she only wanted his captive. He looked like a good crispy chicken strip that she could eat.

Jace waited in the dark with a passive expression on, waiting for whoever it was to take the bait. That’s when he saw her descending towards Jeff. A smile formed on his now masked face. He let out his bloodlust as his gaze pierced her. A supernatural aura flowed out from him, radiating the aura of a predator to anyone who was near.

The feeling washed over Char, but she didn’t seem to react to it in any shape or form. In fact, she didn’t react at all. The only thing she did was lash out her webbing, grabbing onto Jeff and yanking him over to her. With him in her arms, she crawled back up the wall, jumping a few times if need be, and carried him away.

Seeing this, Jace chased after, still gazing at her; matching her steps with his, he pulled out a small flare tied to a knife and threw it at…Jeff? Oh, he may want to kill the fuck in the show, but that didn’t mean he minded if he hurt him a bit before. The flare got caught into Jeff’s shoulder, which caused him to wake up and start cursing and screaming. Seeing that he was being manhandled by a freak, he started to wiggle more and cursed the entire time. Not wanting to put up with a struggle for food, she dropped the man and continued to run around in a wide circle. It was a 40-foot drop from the ceiling, too.

“Should I? Yeah, I should.” Jace debated on the decision to save Jeff. He grabbed him and pinned him on the ground with knives through his clothes, inches deep into the ground. Jace then made quick work of gagging and blindfolding him.

“There we go.” He said with satisfaction. Then he looked around for the intruder, knowing full well that she was not normal.

“So,” he called out “you with Zal or that tall guy, or are you a third party?”

There wasn’t much of a sound coming from anywhere. She was still hiding in the darkness above him. A normal human wouldn’t be able to see her, not with how well cloaked she was and how far away she was. No lights coming in made it all that much more difficult. She wasn’t about to speak either, showing where she was in the darkness. So, she kept still, hiding, waiting for the moment to try and get her prey again.

Getting impatient, Jace pulled out a flare gun and shot it up to the center of the ceiling to light up the whole place. When that went off, Char shot out more of her webbing to surround the flare trying to dim it. It only succeeded in catching fire and falling to the ground where Jeff was. She sat up in the scaffolding and rafters kicking her feet over the edge of it. She was in her covered-up clothing too, so not much seen beyond colorful garments.

Jace ran over and kicked the ball of fire away and loaded the gun. He saw the direction that the web came from. Backing away from Jeff and pulled out a knife in his left hand. Looking around, knowing the flare by Jeff was messing up his eyes from adjusting to the dark. What he could tell was that the intruder would rather do hit and run tactics.

Char stood up on the beam and stretched before crouching down frog style. Launching herself from it, jumping from one beam to another, she picked up speed scattering herself around. Her strength helped her speed, but that was about it in this current situation. She made some noise over in the corner to the right of him but stopped and went back to sneaking to get up above him. Hearing the noise, he got ready for an attack. He knew that this intruder had webs and would strike from the above so made sure that the gun was tight in his grasp. That would save his life and he knew it. He must make himself the bait now, he thought; he needed the attack to make the first move.

Inching her way down the wall behind him, Char made no sound. The flare won’t show her shadow because it is going against the light, so he should have no idea she is there. It was a slow process, but one that should be worth it. Taking out her webbing again, she is only a few feet above his head holding her breath. In a flash the whip of web came out from behind him and twirled around his wrist with the gun, flinging it to the side as it fired off on the ground into some corner. A whip happened again, going to the other wrist now. Jace realized what was happening too late to react. His gun hand and his other hand now restrained, he looks up and sees his attacker. He started to pull on the webbing it’s all his might.

She yanked violently to bring him to her as she jumped over his head and landed on the ground in front of him. Springing up from the landing, she tackled him into the wall, her short shoulder digging into his diaphragm and right under the rib cage. After that, she pushed back, spraying out more webbing from her body, trying to get one hand to stick to the wall. Knocking the air of him stunned him for a second, having his body go into fight or flight mode. It always went to fight.

“BITCH!!!” He lifted his legs to wrap around her waist. As she was busy with one hand, he took the other hand and jabbed his thumb in her armpit. He then headbutted her to get her to let go of him. Feeling his legs around her, Char couldn’t back up and away from him now. He had her, and this wasn’t a good thing. Feeling him jab something into her armpit, it caused her to let go of what she was doing to his other arm and to let out a high pitched shrill. Then comes the headbutt. It caused her eyes to water up. To get out, Char bit down into his thigh, breaking the skin to force him to let out. As she moved back covering her the spot where he headbutted her.

“Okay then, be that way,” she mumbled, looking at him before taking the whip to lash out at him. Right on the side of the face too, where the cheekbone is pointing out.

He felt it and was painful, but luckily his mask offered him some protection. Feeling the pain on his scar was almost setting him over the edge. Reliving that day made him infuriated, but he only walked towards her casually. Like he didn’t see her. His bloodlust disappeared. She was backing up, backing away from him towards the other body on the ground. It would be a dumb decision to allow him to get close to her. Stepping over the body that was wiggling and cursing in the gag, she crouched down to it and picked it up.

“You seem to care about this guy. Stop where you are and parlay with me,” she says, holding onto him with one hand and her whip in the other.

He stops and eyes her.

“Now you’re willing to talk…you got one chance. If not. I’ll leave nothing but a memory of you.” His voice sounded joyful, but there was a sense of unease to it.

“Like I was going to talk to you when you already were threatening. I want my dinner here and I can be on my way. And if you decide not, I’ll eat you too.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Then you’re going to die. I have spent seven years of readying myself to fight and kill this fucker and I’m not going to let all my hard work go in vain.”

“You think I’m going to die? Hardly.” She says shifting her weight. “Why not kill him right here and now then? Then I can eat and we both win.” He was wiggling and struggling too much, so she dropped him onto the ground, keeping one foot on his shoulder. Jace shook his head. He couldn’t believe this, it was bullshit.

“No, he is going to be in the Slaughter Show. That killer is going to die. It was going to happen tomorrow, but thanks for your interference I must take a drastic measure. Now I have to delay the finale.” His tone went a bit sour at the end.

Char tilts her head to him, her clothing falling to the side but not showing anything still.

“Can I eat him after you’re done then?” she asks

There was a pause and responds with a slight chuckle as Jace responded with, “Sure. Why the fuck not?”

“WHATTHEFUCKYOUMOTHERSHITTINGFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!” Jeff’s got loose and started to wiggle more.

Char jumped at him getting loose of his gag, and immediately soccer ball kicked him in the head out of reaction. That knocked him out again, if only because it wasn’t a light kick from the strong little lass. With that reaction done and over with, she looked back up to the other man in front of her.

“Alright, I will be up in the rafters watching and waiting. I won’t interfere with anything anymore, so long as I get my food tomorrow night.”

“I said it got delayed. Maybe by a week. I need him at his peak…how about this? I’ll do a warm up here and you can have all the people that I killed. Good?” Jace liked how she took care of Jeff but was not the biggest fan of her eating people. To him that was wrong, but he needed to keep Jeff and himself alive from the unnatural. At least if he did kill his victims ahead of time, they don’t have to go through the pain and torture of being eaten alive.

“I could help you set up and fix everything if you want. I can even provide some support or structure help, knowing where the weak areas of this place are. Or help carry things too heavy that you can’t.”

“Alright, what’s the catch?” He’s not used to people offering him help

“You don’t out me, I don’t out you. You leave me alone while I sleep, you do the same. Call it a… temporary symbiotic relationship. Hell, I can probably even get some people for you that you normally couldn’t get yourself.” Though he couldn’t see it behind the cloth, she was grinning.

He thought for a good 5 minutes; then with a deep breath, he took off the mask.

“Fine, you got a deal. Got a name, spider girl?”

“Charlette, but just call me Char for short. What about you?” While he was thinking she was still moving back and forth, slowly but unable to stand still. Almost like a fighting animation but slower and in real life.

“Jason, but call me Jace. Why are you here to begin with? No one would know that someone was here.”

“You answered your own question there,” she responded, taking a few steps back away from Jeff.

He sighs, replying with, “At least you’re a third party.” He said as he went to get stuff to stitch Jeff up. Char then takes some of her webbings as a rope to toss it up and around the beams above them. Then started to climb it up into the beams itself. “Third party, what do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. I got involved in a supernatural gang war to get the fucker. Now I’m trying to get as much distance from them as I can.”

“Fine, fine, if you say so. I’m going back to sleep then, so don’t be too loud.”

“…I may do the same,” He started to patch Jeff up, “Night.”

“Goodnight!”

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A Very... “Civil” Meeting

Just a random story idea I had with these two arguing. Also Evil is an OC belonging to this person, I highly suggest you check them out!

"C'mon Slender, it's just for an hour or so. I mean you can't just keep 'beating around the bush', so they say, and talk through your problems. Fighting is getting you nowhere, aside from a whole tone of casualties, lots seemingly on your part."

Why did I agree to this meeting? Evil never asked me to come visit unless he got something out of it. And now he'd dragged me into a meeting with f**king Zalgo. I wanted to walk out, and I should have once I figured out the game Evil was playing, but I knew better. Despite his looks, Evil was more powerful than either of us. It was the only reason he was alive aside from just how much he knew. He's mentally and physically capable of taking any being on. So, here I was, following him down a hall to meet up with my worst enemy. He stopped in front of a door, knocking lightly. He didn't wait for a response before opening it and dragging my inside.

"We're here~ Now, sadly I can't physically be here, this seems like a very personal matter. But don't worry! This room's enchanted so you cannot physically hurt each other, you also can't leave unless I say so. So for once, you're not solving your problems with violence!" He laughed, setting down the teapot he had brought with him. "Here, something to drink. Now have fun!"

With that, he walked out, locking the door behind him.

"Well, didn't think I'd be spending my afternoon here with you of all people." It had been years since I'd seen him in his human form. Hardly changed a bit it seems. "Now c'mon, if I'mma stay in my human form I want you to switch to yours. Even the playing field a bit."

He leaned back on his chair, a smug grin on his face. As much as I hated it, I shifted to my human form, glaring at him. I adjusted my suit jacket, sitting down.

"If I had it my way your blood would be all over this room." I threatened, skipping the pleasantries.

I was not going to play nice, I didn't care. He rolled his eyes.

"Believe me, I want to rip you apart as well." He poured himself a drink, adding whatever else he'd brought with him. "But, Evil clearly wants this to be entertaining, where's the fun in watching what he's seen time and time again?" He took a sip. "So, where do you want to start?" I stayed quiet, pouring myself some tea as well. Wasn't dealing with this. "Well then let's start with this. You really refuse to admit you're as bad as me, aren't you?"

I looked over at him, glaring. "Because I'm not." I argued back, "I didn't force my daughter into this war. I was keeping her out of it because I know how to parent my children. I'm not tormenting a 14-year-old for eternity because I made them unable to age. I don't even understand why you seem so obsessed with her. I am not the one who killed an innocent child for no reason."

I took a deep breath, taking a drink from my cup. The death of Raven hadn't caused the whole war, it just made an already tense situation even worse. And now here we were. Sworn enemies at war.

"Alright, if we're going over all of my wrongs, let's go over yours." he said with a small smile, "Don't think I don't see it Slender. Don't see how your workers cower in fear as soon as they hear your voice. Especially your main two there. Tim and Brian right? The two you did actually torment. And from what I've gathered you've tormented Tim far longer than I've been bothering Lucille. You ruined Jeffery's life and by extension his brother and Jane's. You manipulated that poor Roger's boy into blindly trusting you, even killing his sister. You lied to them all to fool them into working for you." he chuckled, leaning forwards again, "I know you have a heart, somewhere, deep down inside. But you're still a f**king asshole. I admit to everything bad I've done, I don't make excuses. But you? You're too prideful, too arrogant, to ever admit you are just as low as I am."

I shifted back to my other form, grabbing him by his neck. "That's enough out of y-" I screamed in pain, forcefully being switched back to my human form. I fell to the ground. Why did this hurt so much! Zalgo's tormenting laughter was all I had heard aside from my own scream.

"Can't fight each other, remember? That is some serious power Evil's got on this room." He walked back over to his eat, taking a drink from his own cup. "But it seems I've struck a nerve. I'll have to keep this in mind." He turned around, setting his (now empty) cup down on the table. "As fun as this chat has been, I wish to leave." I stood up, stabling myself with a chair. F**k... what the hell did Evil do? He gave a smug smile before walking over to the door. "Evil, open up, we're done here." he called, knocking his hand against the door.

The lock clicked and Evil stepped in.

"Well it's only been a few minutes, but I think you've had enough talking for today. You'll leave first Zalgo, Slender you'll need to rest for a minute to let your body and stuff to feel better." he explained. Zalgo nodded, stepping out into the hall. "Now, if you know what's good for you, I suggest you sit and wait for it to pass."

I gave him a slight glare but I sat anyways, finishing my tea.

"What the f**k was that...?" I hissed, gritting my teeth.

He tilted his head, sitting across from me.

"Oh! You mean the whole, 'causing a huge amount of pain and forcefully switching you to your human form'. Well, I figured that would be the quickest fix to any fights you both got into."

My hands balled into fists, glaring down at the table with annoyance. Why had I let myself be dragged into this in the first place?

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Driftwood chapter 4

Alright here we go again! This is actually one of the first ideas that I had that led me to write this fic, so I’m really excited for this chapter to finally be finished so I can share it with everyone. Enjoy! 

Also, shout out the person in my class who, when asked to name a random object, suggested a spoon! Thanks friend.  

(see the notes at the end for zalgo transcriptions)

on AO3

For centuries now they had served the same master. They had reveled in his triumphs and laughed at the defeat of his enemies. They stood patiently and obediently by his side as he planned and plotted for the day when the world would reform in his image. They did the dirty work they were asked, cleaned up when his plans were spoiled, took the blow of his tantrums, which more often than not led to a significant decrease in their numbers.

And yet they stayed loyal to the master. Despite fearing for their lives in his presence. For when the master was not angry, he was their ticket to safety. Indeed, lower beings such as them could never have survived long on their own, and because of that, they were grateful to the master for taking them under his wings. Their master was strong. Stronger than any of his kind, and because of that, as long as they were by his side, nothing could pose any threat to them.

So imagine their surprise and horror when their master suddenly perished. Not after a great glorious fight with a fellow demon, but by the hands of a weak and insignificant human boy!  

Well… used to be human at least

´´W̴hat҉ wil͞l ̵w̶e ͢d͜o?͢´´ whispered one

´´ St́͝a̢y͘ str̴onǵ̀.̀ ͟I̧t wi̕l̀͟͏l ͏b̡́e ḩa̵͞rd, ͠b̧̛ut we͟ w͡i̡l̵l no͏̨ ̵d̕ou͟bt ͘s̨ư͜r͏vi͞v̨͘e e͝v͟en ẃ̶͠ithou̴͜t ͝͏a͢ ̀m̀a͠st́͘e͞r.´´ answered another

´´ You fo͢ǫl͠s!͝´´said a third ´´ W͢e s̸ti͡ll ̀have͢ a̡ ma͢s̶te̷r. ̢L̡et͢ u͘ś go ́to̴ ̀hi̢ḿ ́a͞t̶ o͘nce.̷´´

Despite their sister’s words though, they still hesitated. For what could a human-turned-demon possibly  be like? Would he be cruel like their old master? Perhaps even crueler? But even still, their pull towards him was to strong to ignore. And after a while they all mutually decided that at long last, it was time to make their presence known.

 *

 Whyyyyy did people have to be so stupid. This had been the third person in just a couple of days who had summoned Dipper as a result of playing truth-or-dare, and the fifth to summon him while drunk. Drunk! Seriously, how little self preservation could a person have! Dipper didn’t even want to answer any summonings, and dealing with people like this most definitely wasn’t making his situation any better.

Having just arrived back into the mindscape, Dipper let out a loud groan of annoyance. He wondered briefly if other demons usually dealt with shit like this to, and if so, what they would do about it? It sure would help a lot if he’d had someone that he could ask about this stuff, but if there was one thing his short acquaintance with gruncle Ford had taught him, it was that demons did not make good friends, let alone good teachers. Maybe he should try to invoke that feeling of something again. After all, that was how he first learned about his demon hood, maybe another wave of knowledge would be able to tell him something about how he should handle all of this. But no, last time had not exactly been a nice experience, and Dipper really didn’t want to go through that again.

As if on que a small headache started to rise in his head. Panicked, Dipper shut his eyes and tried to will away the feeling. Thankfully, this time, it seemed to work as the feeling faded and vanished quickly.

Dipper opened his eyes and was just about to breathe out in relief, only to let out a loud horrified scream as he was met with the surprising sight of something pressed up closely against his face! Body shaking, Dipper quickly crawled backwards away from whatever that was in front of him, until he could feel his back suddenly pressed up against something. Slowly Dipper raised his head to look up, only to come face to face with- oh god another one!

´´Ma͜st̨er! We’v̕e ͞cóme ̕t̴ó -´´ Dipper screamed again, the sound of the creatures voice was terrifying beyond belief, and it’s appearance, a swirling mass of energy that somehow had teeth, wasn’t much better.

´´P-please don’t eat me´´ Dipper managed to stutter out ´´I haven’t showered in like, weeks!´´

The creatures stood silent for a moment, but then one of them spoke up

´´Àŗe y̸o͏u͏...̴ No̷t̶ p̡lea̶sed t́o͟ ̶see u̕s?´´

´´Óf ͜cóur̨se͏ h͘e̡´s҉ ̛not ̨you͞ ni̶ǹc͟o͠mpoop͞!͢´´ the other one answered ´´Loo҉k at his̢ a͜u̢r͘a!͏ ̕Ỳo͝u̴´re͝ ͜sc͏ar҉ing ͞h͠im̡!̷ ´´

´´I th͡ink͜ ҉that͞ W̧E͏ are ̀sc͢a͜r͞i̸n̛g̡ hím.´´ said a third one and oh shit where had that one come fromhow many of them were there?  

´´fuck,͡ ̢wh̶a͠t shǫu̶l̀d ẁe ̨d͢o ̸t͞h̸e͞n?´´ 

´´I͞ d́on’t̀ k̵n͢ow̛!̛ Th͡is͟ was̢ ̴you̢r ̧i͏de̷a̵!´´

´´Ar̵e you sáy͏in͘g͜ ́t̨h͠a̵t̶ ̕we sho̷ul̶dn’t ͏ha̧ve͢ ́cơme҉ here?̛ B̴ut ̶h͟e’s̴ ́o̴u̕r̡ ma͏s͡te̸r!͘ ͏´´

´´T͟h͢a̛t͞’s ́no̷t̶ what͢ ͝I ̴me̵a͡nt ͠a͠n̴d yo̧u ̨k͟now͢ it!͟´´

´´O͝h?͏ Wha̛ţ did̸ you ̛m̴èán̷ ̨then?͜ B͏e͞c҉a̵u͟s̀e͞ ́it̡ sou̶nd́s͠ l̢i͟ke-̨ ´´

´´GUỲS! ͘´´ the third creature made a some kind of odd gesture towards Dipper and oh shit now they were all looking at him again! What was he gonna do, what was he gonna do, what was he gonna do?

 ´´Ḑo̧es̶ h̡e.̷..͞ ̴do̸és̷ ͟h̶e ͡f̵eęl͡ t͟h̀rea͟t̵en̡e̕d ́by̢ ͜us͡?̛´´

´´I..͢.I̸ th̀i̡n҉ķ s̷o͞,̶ m̧ay̷be,͟ it ͘c̴ou̷l͠d҉ j̸us̶t ̶be ̛ỳo͜u͘r̡ u̢g̶l͢y f̸ace.͝´´

´´N͟o̡, ͜thè ͜p̀r̢o̸b̧l͞em͘ i̶s def͞in̸it͢el͘y̕ w̧i͘t́h͏ ͢al̡l of us. ̸C͜om̡e͢ on ͢gu̷ys̵, t́hink a͡ little, w̧h͢at͠ d͜o h̶u̴m̧a҉ns ͘fi͘nd͜ no͠n̕ ͏t̴hr͝e̡àten̢i̶n͠g? ͜´´

´´O̶h̴ ̢oh͏ I ̴ķn͜ow! ̵Wh̡at̨ ̵a͏b̵ou͜t ҉tho̶se uh, t̵hose͡ ̀t͏hįn̢gs̛ you̧ ͞eat ̶with͡? ҉Th͝e͢ ̷r͞o͝u͡n̕d o͠nes! ̛ ̕ ̢´´

´´I am ̸ǸOT͏ ̡tur͟nin͢g i̛nt͘o͏ a ̛fuc͟k͠in̵g̶ ͢ki̧tchen͜ ̧t͝oo̵l! ̴´´

´´Ok finè!͢ H̡ǫw͜ ͠ąbo͢ut͠ ͠flo̢we̢rs̸ t̡h̷e̶n͜? T͜hey’r̶e pre͜t͢t͠y. ͝´´

´´No ͠fuc̕k̴iǹg͟ w͟ay!̵´´

´´O̸h I̴ kno͜w! Ho͜w͝ ͠ab́o͜u̕t́ th̨os̛e,͞ yo̡u k͞no͞w̡,̢ , ̶̢baa-a̴̶a͏a̷̕͜-a̛a̢͢͢!̢̡͜´´

´´Ỳe͡s ye͝s! Báa-aa̧-a̧ ́i͠s ̕g̸oo̧d, I ̴can҉ d̀o͡ a ba-aa̵a͜a!´´ 

The creature in front of Dipper started shifting, it’s form slowly changing from the swirling mass of color it had been before into a… a sheep? Yes Dipper thought, as the other creatures followed suit, they really did look like they were trying to resemble a flock of sheep. Trying, because unlike normal sheep, these sheep had claws, and sharp fangs, and Dipper was pretty sure that that one had at least 20-something eyeballs!  

´´You are… not going to eat me?´´ Dipper asked cautiously,

´´Of c͝our҉se͏ not͢!̀ Why͜ wou̡l̡d we wąn͢t̵ t͝o ̸e̶at̴ ͜ǫur m̶àst̷e̛r̛?´´

´´C͏o̡ưl̶d w͞e ͟e͢at òu̧r ̴m͞às͜ter͠? ̧I͝ mèa͢n, ̧hè’s a͞ d̴e͡mo̢n a̡n̨d w̶e´͝r̀e just-´´

´´Sh̕u͠t ͘u͟p͠!´´

´´-̧so̴rry̨.͏´´

´´Your… master?´´ Dipper looked around confused. They couldn’t possibly mean… could they? ´´Are you… talking about me?´´ 

´´.͠.̶.͏Yes. ̴´´

´´We̛ are̕ ̶s̛o͝r̨ry̡ a͢b̢o̴ut ̢o̸ur ͠ṕrȩvi̶o̴u͟s ̴a̧bs̴ȩn̷ce!̶ ͝ ´´ another one of the sheeps hurridely said after Dipper didn’t comment ´´W̕e w͜ere s҉i͏m̛p͏ly͝ ͢c͡onfus͜ed by͠ y̸o̧ur ͞suddȩn ́arrival!̕ A͡f͟ter ͏you ̧t͞o̕ok ͘our̢ ol̕d̀ ̡maste҉r̸s pow͠e͞rs... we d̸i̧dn͢´͜t ̨ev̵e͡n̕ k͘no̵w t̸ha͘t ͞it ͞was͟ ̕p҉ơśs̛i̡ble͟ fo̢r ̸a hu̵man̵.͟.͢. B͟út ̕we͏’re h͟e̛re ̨no̷w͠!̛  ´´

´´Stole your old masters…?´´ Dipper gasped loudly as the realization hit him ´´You mean you used to work for Bill?!´´

The sheep nodded

´´But, I killed him… why are you… why did you come to me?´´

The sheep all looked at each other, sharing a nervous glance before the one he had just been talking to turned it’s head back to Dipper

´´We͞...̀ ̨w̵e͢ ͢ar̡e b̛ou͟nd̶ t́ǫ our m̨a͢st͞e̷r̴ ́t͞h̕ro̵ug̛h̸  h̴i҉s p̶o̸we͏r. ͡Ju̕st̴ ͞l͏ík͠é ̕eve̶ry̢ ̷óther ̷ni̶ģhtma̵re ẁh͡o̢ ̢sȩrv͢es a͢ de͘mon̡,͠ an̷d i͞f̀ ano̴t̶h̕e͜r͠ d́e͘m͠o̡n͠ t̨ake̕s͘ ͜our̴ maste̕rs p͘owe̢r-͠´´

´´Oh! So if the power that binds you is transferred into another being, like me, then you have to serve them instead! Alright, gotcha!´´    

´´ ..͠.Ye͏s̨, tha̡t ͞i͞s it e̛x̨a̴ctly. ̨We̷ are̕ ̨co̕m̵p҉l̛e̡tly͞ ̢lo͢y͘al to ̢you̧ ͞n͡ow, ̴a̡ņd͟ y̢ou ar̷e ̀f͝r͘ee͏ to̶ d͞o w͠it͢h͏ u̧s as you ̨p̶le͝aśe̸.´´

Wow, okay that was… actually pretty exiting. Now that all the panic was gone and he knew that he wasn’t in any danger, all that Dipper could suddenly seem to think about was the level of authority and power that he suddenly held over these beings. He could make them do anything, and they would have no choice but to obey! He was their master, their owner, and they were his… his…

´´Did you say that you guys were… nightmares?´´  

´´y͏ès͝?̷´´´

´´Like, the dream kind? The ones you have at night?´´

´´…y͡es?̀´´

´´Right, okay.´´ Dipper stood still for a moment, just trying to take it all in. This was so cool, and so weird, and… a little overwhelming actually now that he thought about and all the new power he had suddenly gained was making him all happy and excited like a little kid and-

-stop that trail of thoughts right there! That sounded an awfully lot like something Bill would have said. And suddenly, it didn’t seem very fun anymore. If anything, it felt more as if somebody had just poured a bucket full of ice water down Dipper’s back.

´´So umm…´´ He coughed awkwardly, raising his hand up to scratch at the back of his head ´´What… What are your names?´´ these weren’t mere possessions, they were living(?) beings damn it!

The sheep all looked at him and at each other in apparent confusion

´´…N̸a̵m͠e͢s͟ ̡m̴ast̴e̶r͢?´´

´´Yeah, my names is Dipper. What should I call each of you?´´

The sheep all looked around at each other, whispering excitedly amongst themselves as they did

´´G͜uy͡s͘, ̴h͏e'ś g̷o̵nna͝ ̢le҉t͟ ̴u̸s̛ hąve ̴na̶mes!́´´

´´Ýes ͏w͡e̶ ̕hear̨d̛!͝ ̡´´

´´H͟o̷w͜ ͞e͞xit̸i̶ng! ̵I͠v’e ne͢v͜e͟r had a nam̡e͝ ̷befor̵e gu̷ys!´´

´´A̢nd͏ just̛ ͝h҉ów͟ ́man̕y̡ ma̷şt͜e͡r͏s ̧h͟ave y̴oư h̵ad ́befo̕re?´´

´´.̢.͘.̛P̕o̷in̨t ͜tak̢e͘n͢,̢ bu͜t͞ s̕ti͝ll!͝ ̛´´

´´So, a͘r͡e̵ ̕we̛ ͏gonna ̢g͏e͡t̨ ̷o̴ur ̵nam̡es̷ as͏s͏ig͠n͟ed ̶t͘o ̸uś?̧´´ the sheep turned thowards Dipper again ´´I͢s t̨hat̛ ҉wh̨a͏t̵'̸s gòin͠g to̡ h̵app͢e̡n͘?̵ I͡’m ̨as͟sum̧ing th̡iş ̕i̕s͞ so̷ḿethi̡ng t̕hat̷ ̢y͝ou͞ wou͝ld ̀wa̢nt̀ to con͘trol͏ ͘m͏as͡t͢e̴r̸?´´

´´I don’t know, I mean… You can pick whatever you want I guess…´´ Dipper thought about it for a moment, and then he added ´´But no profanities please.´´  

The sheep once again huddled together and started whispering amongst themselves, before they turned to faced Dipper again,

´´Th͢a̷t of th͟e̸e͞th͝´´

´´Lo̢l͞o͢nj̀a͞´´

´´Groḱnąr the ͢Deśt̸r̕o͞ýer´´

They each proudly announced with a big grins plasterd on to their faces

´´Alright! Nice to meet you That of theeth, and Lolonja, and Groknar the destroyer!´´

´´Li̸kewise̷,̕ ̵ma̷s̕ter͡.´´ Lolonja said with a nod. For a few seconds they all just stood there, demon and nightmares, smiling brightly at each other. And for the first time in weeks, Dipper felt happy, maybe he wouldn’t have to go through this alone after all.

´´Oo̕o ͏th͟iś is̡ gre͡a͞t! A͡n͏d ju̷st͜ ̵w̧a̛i̴t͜ unti͜l y͏oư ̧m͡ee̸t ̴th̕e͝ oţh͝e҉r͟s̴!̢´´

´´Wait, others!?´´

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Zalgo:

´´What will we do?´´

´´ Stay strong. It will ͏be hard, but we will no͏ doubt survive even without a master.´´

´´ You fools!´´

´´ We still have a master. Let us go to him at once.´´

´´Master! We’ve come to´´

´´Are you͏... Not pleased to see us?´´

´´Of course͏ he’s not you nincompoop´´

´´Look at his aura!͏ ̕You’re scaring him̡! ´´

´´I think that WE͏ are scaring him´´

´´fuck, what should we do then?´´ 

´´I don’t know! This was your idea!´´

´´Are you saying that we shouldn’t ͏have come here? But he’s our master! ͏´´

´´That’s not what I meant and you know it!´´

´´Oh?͏ What did you mean then? Because it sounds like- ´´

´´GUYS! ͘´´

´´Does he... does he feel threatened by̢ us?´´

´´I…I think so, maybe, it could just be your ugly face.´´

´´No, the problem is definitely with͏ all of us. Come on guys, think a little, what do humans find non ͏threatening?´´

´´Oh oh͏ I know! What about those uh, those things you eat with? The round ones! ´´

´´I am NOT turning into͏ a fucking kitchen tool!´´

´´Ok fine! How about flowers then? They’re pretty.´´

´´No fucking way!´´

´´Oh I know! How about those, you know, baa-aaa-aa!´´

´´Yes yes! Baa-aa-a is good, I can do a ba-aaaa!´´ 

´´Of course͏ not! Why would we want to eat our master?´´

´´Could we eat our master? I mean he’s a demon and we’re just-´´

´´Shut up!´´

´´-sorry.͏´´

´´...Yes´´

´´We are sorry about our previous absence!´´

´´We were simply confused by your sudden arrival! After ͏you took our old masters powers... we didn’t even know that it was possible for a human... But we’re here now!´´

´´We... we are bound to our master through his power. Just like every other nightmare who serves a demon, and if another demon takes our masters power-´´

´´ …Yes, that is it exactly. We are completely loyal to you now, and you are free͏ to do with us as you please.´´

´´yes?´´

´´…yes?´´

´´…Names master?´´

´´Guys, he’s gonna let us have names!´´

´´Yes ͏we heard!´´

´´How exiting! I’ve never had a name before guys!´´

´´And͏ just how many masters have you had before?´´

´´...Point taken, but still!´´

´´So, are we ͏gonna get our names assigned to us´´

´´Is that what's going to happen? I'm assuming this is something that you would want to control͏ master?´´

´´That of teeth´´

´´Lolonja´´

´´Groknar the Destroyer´´

´´Likewise master´´

´´Ooo ͏this is great! And just wait until you meet the others!´´