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[ Two sides of the same coin. || Creepypasta oc. || P1. ]

A/N: Be warned that everything involved is just the inclusion of my ocs, and my PERSONAL interpretation of Creepypasta- which may be a bit far-off from how most people interpret it.

WARNINGS: Slight oc x canon, mentions of murder, violence, scars, and explicit mentions of attempted suicide.

TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict owns Varrick/Anni.

WORD COUNT: 5,180

The lone soldier trudged on the lead— a slightly crumpled map grasped into his exhausted hands clung to the worn piece of paper as he trudged a path rarely trodden by under-realm residents. Sweat drenched his back despite the woods being as cold as ice, translucent beads of sweat rolling down his face. Royce ignored the little critters that nervously scampered alongside the forest, his brows furrowing as eerie whispers warned him to turn back.

Rubbing the back of his aching neck, Royce quietly began to walk towards where she thought he would find the desired mansion. The wind began to pick up, he felt the ends of his hair tug on his head as it whipped about. He kept one hand on her knife and the other on the strap of his firearm, ready for anything with malice in its eyes. HIs ears were being infiltrated by the wind, the trees rustling about and blowing its fallen leaf soldiers across the cold concrete. A light scuffle sounded behind him and his hand instinctively ripped his knife out of its sheath.

"Well, well, well," He narrowed his eyes at the familiar, yet annoying voice. His eyes traced over the five familiar proxies that inhabited this forest, following orders of the pale eldritch entity. "If it ain't the prince of hell himself," Varrick scoffed, Royce could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I don't go by that name anymore, Smith." Royce's voice broke through the darkness, his figure barely visible even in the platinum rays of the moonlight. The luminous eyes of the proxies gleamed through the darkness, the intensity of their stares caused Royce to become unsettled underneath their line of sight.

"Y—you know b—better than to be wandering around these parts, Zalgoid." Toby gripped his fingers around his hatchets. He barked more than he bit, but that intelligence that he had, it was something else— he skillfully hid all that intelligence underneath a persona of ignorance.

"Why are you here?" Anni questioned, her monotone voice interrupted as she deadpanned at him. Anni, oh, Anni. She was a firecracker, a brick shithouse of words and strength. She was strong; both heart and mind, and did whatever she could to complete a mission— Royce respected her loyalty.

"—Listen, I'm not here to cause problems," Royce let out his held breath and narrowed his eyes, "I'm here to make a deal. One of the humans living at your mansion," Royce dropped an incredibly heavy-weighted bag of money stuffed inside of it, kicking it over to the proxies. "I'm willing to offer five hundred thousand dollars in cold-hard-cash for her. Take it or leave it, either way, I'm taking that girl." He leaned in forward challengingly,

"Who are you on about?" Ah, Masky. The poor guy had a guilty conscience and sometimes muttered words that no one really could understand— those pills he had been desperately clinging onto did nothing to combat the severity of the slender sickness.

"Fang Skyle." Royce challenged and Varrick only stared into his surprisingly intimidating eyes,

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Varrick nodded towards the bag of money, "Check the bag for any explosives. I ain't takin' chances from the scumbag son of Zalgo." Hoodie quickly swiped the bag, swiftly pulling the zipper down and digging through the stacks of cash all neatly held by rubber bands— he ensured that the money wasn't forged.

"What t—the h—hell do you n-n–need Fang for?" Toby put his foot down and scoffed, his eye twitching from the annoyance of the situation. It wasn't surprising to anybody that Toby would be upset about this— he was in denial about his undeniable feelings for the girl.

"Listen," Varrick stepped forward and glared over at Toby, "We ain't gonna sit here and argue bout this mindless shit. Just let it be, and quit pokin' your nose where it doesn't belong."

Royce interrupted their standoff, "I'll show up to the mansion tomorrow, and I expect her to be outside waiting for me." The sky began to darken with erratic clouds as a rush of violent wind carried itself through the forest. Trees whispered silently with each other through the voice of their rustling leaves, warning that the storm rapidly approaching might inflict damage on the unwary shrubbery as the proxies disappeared just as fast they appeared.

— . — . —

Alone.

That's virtually all Fang knew her entire life, the cold embrace of loneliness, the solitude was utterly suffocating and she knew it. The frigid hands of isolation wrapped around her throat, and squeezed until there was nothing left, stealing her of her words, so she wasn't able to talk to anyone without fumbling with her statements. But, after years of the chilliness of isolation, she had grown used to living in the shadows of others and began to appreciate the beauty that was loneliness.

Even if Fang appreciated the solitude, she hated her parents. They had the nerve to give her all those good past memories, and then leave without a single trace or care, leaving her to deal with the trauma of her mother's death as she rotted away in an orphanage. Nightmares plagued her endlessly, she was left to deal alone with decaying mental stability, and broken dreams. Which brought Fang to her current situation.

"Seriously, you're so fucking pathetic. You honestly gross me out…" A devilish smirk pulled at the bully's lips, Fang had been convinced this girl was a demon in disguise, who solely existed to torment her. To which, Fang wasn't entirely mistaken. Fang was knocked off her feet by an invisible force, head-smashing against the gravel. She cried out in pain as her lunch-bag skidded across the ground, her palms hardly scraping against the rocky surface. "I knew you were pathetic, but I'm surprised. It's just sad at this point, I mean I almost feel bad..your tears are almost as hideous as your face."

Her hand slipped to the back of Fang's head, gripping so tightly onto her red hair that it caused a splitting pain in her scalp, it only made it worse when she yanked her head up, only to smash it against the gravel once again, causing her to let out a cry of pain. It was cruelty against her, but it had been one of the ordinary things to occur in Fang's life, and that's what added more salt to the wound. She had wished she was strong, or at the very least had friends to defend her, but sadly, that was one of the things that seemed too far from reach.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion at the moment, even the girl's cackling seemed to lower in pitch as Fang watched the world slow down around her. The endless laughing of maniacs continued to echo while the girls giggled loudly at her pain, to them, it was just some sadistic game. During the start, the incessant gushing of the blood cascading down her face had constantly poured from her nose, but slowly it dimmed down, indicating how the pulse was getting weaker and escaping the shortcut to unconsciousness. It didn't feel like she was going to die, but still, Fang silently asked herself if it would matter either way. Life and death. Does it matter when she lives such a cruel life?

Suddenly the unbearable clutch on her scalp had disappeared, being replaced with the cold whisking against her hair and the running of the girls who had previously been tormenting her. They must have ran when they heard an adult walking nearby.

Fang's head scraped and shoved in the gravel, blood cascading down from her broken nose as she helplessly stared at the gray sky. The rain poured down on her softly, as if giving her injured state pity, the chilliness of the rain was comforting to her forming bruises. It was no secret that she always loved the rain, it furiously gathered clouds and rained down upon paths, and completely washed away all that was not grounded in this world. It had no secrets, or grudges, it simply came, poured into the abyss, and left. The rain was cold, it was chilling to the bone, but she was used to the cold and its numbing embrace only comforted her in times like these.

As it hit Fang that they were finally gone, she managed to weakly push her knees as she brushed a hand through her red hair, attempting to tame the locks that had been furiously tousled throughout the beating. Her fingers mindlessly grope around the ground, her fingers skim against the familiar cardboard-like material. Once she found what used to be your lunch, she stared at it for a bit. "Those assholes…I fucking hate it here. They ruined my lunch, it took me forever to gather up the money for this."

' You should consider killing yourself. Nobody wants you here anyways. '

"Shut up…" Fang brushed her thumb against the blood cascading from her nose, grazing against it lightly, "I already know this. You don't even have to tell me."

' I know. I just like to remind you that you have no purpose. Nobody will even remember you're gone. '

"Slenderman will…" Fang almost laughed at herself when she said that. It was a little joke she'd like to tell herself, for some strange reason. A violent cough left her, gargled with blood trying to fight its way out of her lungs, she fought to gain a decent breath before she picked herself up again. This time she managed to push herself onto her feet. Wobbling slightly, side to side. "Slenderman will….w-what a bunch of bullshit. Hah—" She said weakly, her gaze remaining on the ground.

Today was the day. Fang decided she was gonna die, hopefully, meet back with her mother if there really was a heaven. Luckily, where she was beaten and left was right next to a beautiful and long-winded cliff, it was perfect to leap off of. There wasn't anything to live for anyway, she knew that she was destined for a life full of drugs and alcohol in the near-future as a coping mechanism, probably even a homeless hobo living under a bridge.

With cherry-colored liquid dripping from her nose and mouth, she steers her vision towards the ashen sky as she waltzes towards the end of the cliff. The fluffy yet shadowy clouds blocked the view of the perfect round sun, as little pellets rained down on her form relentlessly. She shoved one of her hands in her pockets, as her eyes flickered towards the endless void below, one of her other chillingly-cold hands brushed at her bruised eye, her fingers ghosting over the swelling. "Sorry for this, mom. I know you probably wouldn't have wanted me to do this, but it's either this or some demon gets to me first.." She whispered softly.

Fang managed to kick her shoes off, placing them neatly behind her. As she'd steered her body towards the cliff, "My last words..hmm..! Everyone who hurt me can go fuck themselves.." she gradually took a step back, before leaping off the cliff, leaving behind all that she's created in the span of her lifetime. As she fell, everything seemed to slow down, even her own crying lowered in pitch as she fell from the ledge.

But before she could fall, a hand wrapped around her ankle.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going, you little shit?" Fang slowly brought her gaze up, to where she saw long lengths of pink hair dancing alongside the wind, psychotic eyes looking down at her with a little smirk.

"Akuma! Dude!" Fang writhed and wiggled as she had been held by her ankle over a cliff, "When did you get here?!"

"I sensed you were here and I was bored. So…why are you jumping off a cliff, sweetheart?" Akuma tilted her head slightly, a little psychotic giggle forcefully emerging from her mouth.

"I uhm…felt like it. Life kinda sucks right now."

"Alright, I'll throw you off then." Akuma dangled her over the edge, "But first~ I just have to fix you up first, mon ami~" Akuma effortlessly dropped Fang back onto the ledge, letting her land onto her back. As Fang opened her mouth to ask the devil what she had been doing, Akuma abruptly stuffed her arm into Fang's mouth, and down her throat. She then pulled the disgusting demon who had been possessing her body, and held it tightly in her palm.

' Hey! No– LET ME GO. LET ME GO. LET ME GO— FANG PLEASE, DON'T LET HER—'

Akuma had eaten as if she'd never eat again, scoffing down the demon that had still been alive. Fang's brows furrowed slightly as she'd seen the demonic being on infront of her violently tear through meat. She ate like an animal, and blood messily splattered everywhere. Fang shakily inhaled as she shifted her gaze, holding back the vomit threatening to emerge from her throat and tried to focus on the good part of this. She wouldn't be haunted by a parasitic demon overtaking her fragile human body anymore.

She was free.

"Oh my god— I can't thank you enough, Akuma!" Tears sprung to Fang's eyes, little warm droplets scrolling down the pale of her face as she sniffled and sobbed. She hugged Akuma tightly, staining her own clothes with the blood of the demonic being Akuma had just gruesomely scoffed down. "You just saved me!!"

"Well of course," Akuma tilted Fang's chin up, "Now, go at least live a demon-less life before you try to end your life. Have fun, darling!" She waved her hand, which was covered by her blood-stained glove.

"By the way,"

Fang turned around to look back at Akuma,

"Tell Royce I said hi~"

Fang found the statement incredibly strange— she had only heard of the infamous Royce Ellis, the prince of the under-realm, and the son of Zalgo. She never spoke to him before, but that was because she rarely traveled to the under-realm. Adding onto that fact, she never enjoyed interacting with demons— especially with how horrible everybody at the mansion had treated her. Rebelliously demolishing all facts, she smiled up at the Goddess and thanked her once again. Why was everyone so scared of Akuma anyways?

— . — . —

Anni rummaged around in the dark garage, the large room only occupied by a couple burning lanterns in each corner. The burning pain from the wound in her back annoyed her till no end and she grunted with dissatisfaction. Sitting on a chair, she sharpened the blade of her dagger, pushing down with the grinding stone and scraping it across the sharp edge. Old, dry blood scraped off on grinding stone as it

went along, Anni treating it hospitably like a human being. She heard the door open to the garage and looked over her shoulder, seeing Varrick walking down the small set of Wooden stairs. Her eyes drifted back to her work at hand and heard Varrick's slight southern voice break the verbal silence, "Are you busy?"

"Does it look like it?" Anni asked while

keeping her brown eyes on the grinding stone.

"What's up your ass today?" Varrick rolled his eyes and Addict sighed, her eyes twitching from the annoying pain in her ribs.

"I'm sorry…I'm just a little stressed out because of—"

"Fang?" Varrick interrupted her, raising his brow as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

"....How did you know?" Her eyes flickered up at Varrick as she scraped the blood off the blade, her hues exaswith slight suprise.

"Because you've been talking about it all morning.." Varrick's raspy voice echoed and Addict looked over her shoulder at him. "Listen Anni, it'll be fine. It's only Fang, it's not like we're losing someone valuable. If it wasn't this, she would have been eaten. Think of this like…a better option. "

"A better option? Seriously Varrick?" Anni stood to her feet, tightly gripping the wooden handle of her reaping blade. "She could get fucking killed by prissy prince with daddy issues! A-and…I don't what I'm gonna do if that happens–"

"Anni," Varrick interrupted her, grabbing her shoulders, "Fang is a grown woman. She can handle herself. On the bright side, we can blow that money on those Sinner clubs."

"Whatever, Varrick." Anni narrowed her eyes. Varrick's eyes saddened, as he reached for Anni's hands, softly intertwining them with hers. He wasn't much for PDA, but this was one of those rare occasions where he'd initiate it. Right as he was about to reply to what she said, their cute moment, a familiar girl interrupted, and Anni pushed him away.

"Hey, can you guys, I don't know.." Fang rolled her eyes, struggling from the rope forcefully strapping her body against a tree to ensure she wouldn't go anywhere, "Untie from this tree? It's getting pretty uncomfortable." Fang saw Varrick's eyebrows twitch in annoyance at her, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace as if she was the reason Anni was angry at him.

Fang sat crisscrossed in the middle, with an oversized blood-stained hoodie draping over her shoulders to just above her knees. Her outgrown crimson hair was cascading over her eyes, though her vision narrowed and focused. With excruciating twisting and turning of her hands, she felt the rope slice her wrists, and blood trickled from the skin that she had worn raw. She turned her hopeful eyes up to Anni, "The hell is wrong is wrong with him?" Anni's mouth unfastened, trying to explain the current unfortunate situation at hand— but her mouth gently closed as she shook her head slightly and turned her body from Fang.

"Anni…?"

The loud trudging of heavy boots against the grass was a sign that she was gonna be used for something. The shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. Fang's jaw clenched in fear as the demon prince had their eyes slanted into a stoic expression as he got closer and then finally stopped a couple of paces in front of her. He looked like a bear instead of a man, but then again they weren't men either. "I'll be taking her, as per our agreement."

"A—anni?" Fang quietly whispered as the man inched closer, "Anni!"

Fang attempted to back up quickly, watching as he walked closer, and quickly stomped closer to her. Royce cut the scratchy rope, before grabbing her arm, he gave her no time to react as he twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her against a wall. She winced, Royce pushing her wrist against the center of her back to keep Fang controlled. For a moment he hesitated, his eyes lingering on her hands with sympathy as he spoke quietly, "Listen, I'm not here to hurt you. But if you try anything, I'll have no choice but to tie you up again."

Fang ignored him, as fury engulfed her as she looked at the mansion, fast paced breaths forcefully causing her to hyperventilate as her eyes held nothing but pure hatred for everybody in that mansion. Tears started to trickle from her eyes from the amount of overwhelming emotions she started to feel, she did her best to let them slip from her cheeks. She'd never forgive them.

Royce's eyes softened, a pang of sympathy playing across his face. He recognized that look of pure betrayal, he had experienced that unfortunate feeling— and it felt terrible. Still, he had a mission to complete and emotions weren't his priority at the moment.

— . —

Fang was rather impressed at how quiet the car was. The only sound audible was the soft humming of the engine. Fang stared at the map in her hand, her eyes narrowed as she focused all her attention on trying to figure out where he was trying to go — he didn't completely deprive her of the current situation, but he didn't tell her much either. Royce sat quietly and humbly in the driver's seat, keeping the car at a moderate pace in order to avoid a spin out in the snow and getting stuck. They had been driving for quite some time and Fang was beginning to question their whereabouts. She looked over at Royce as she continued to study the map in her hands, her eyes moving back through the windshield. Seeing a few cars in whatever was the road, Royce slowed the vehicle and dodged around them.

"Where are we going, exactly? Where are you taking me?" Fang asked as she stared into a few car windows as his car passed by. She directed her eyes back on the map,

"Straight into the realm of those low—life demons. I've been doing some digging, and they have some information I might need." Royce pressed his gloved finger on the map Fang had been holding, "All the X's on the map indicate the places I've already been to. This one right here... it seems pretty big." He pointed at one in particular and Fang quietly nodded,

"How much longer till we get there?"

"...Probably another twenty minutes." She rested the map on her lap and watched an abandoned car slide by as Royce pressed his boot down on the gas. Her eyes softened as she stared at the scenery seeming to fly by in slow motion, the beauty of the flawless snow covering everything still seemed to amaze her. It glistened under the bright rays of the sun and every little flake had its own story to tell. The under-realm city had made it even better— the incredibly large buildings with advanced electronic billboards with technological advancements surpassing the ones on Earth. The magenta lights flickered across the streets as succubi roaming the streets, and attempting to lure unexpecting demons into their clubs. The cyberpunk-like city was way more advanced than Slenderman's world, it was strange how Zalgo's realm managed to advance so quickly.

Royce looked over at Fang, seeing her staring out the window and keeping quiet.. She seemed like she was still hiding something. If they were going to coexist with one another, Royce wanted to know more about Fang other than the file he found on her. There were just too many gaps and he wanted to know where she was coming from, before he could start the convo, she started.

"Why did you take me?"

"For my mission. That's all you need to know at the moment," Royce looked over at her, his stoic tone rearing its ugly head, "Some things are just better left unsaid."

"Oh please, what's so intense that I can't handle it? You literally bought me, and now you won't tell me why? I think I deserve to know." Fang narrowed her eyes, "Stop keeping so many secrets, being mysterious is overrated and quite frankly— annoying, especially to the people involved with this bullshit."

"Please..." Royce snorted and looked out straight at the road with a scoff, "Don't act like you aren't hiding secrets of your own, we both know where you really came from. Daughter of some high-classed mob boss? Running away at the age of seventeen after the death of your mother. Seems like you killed her, if I'm not mistaken."

Fang's expression dropped— the color drained out from her skin as her hands began to grip the seat and upon recognizing that frightened appearance, he instantly regretted mentioning it. "I didn't mean to— uhm. I'm sorry, things just— slip out," He sighed, "It seems anything but fun to remember something like that."

"That's because it isn't." Fang smirk dropped and she looked over at him from the corner of her eyes, "But, you already know. I might as well tell you so you don't think I'm some murderer." Fang's eyes dropped to the map on her lap and she scraped her fingers against the thick paper, "I did everything I could to make my father proud. But nothing ever seemed good enough, because with every mistake, came a punishment. But I still wanted to be my own person. My parents didn't like it... so I retaliated like any teenager would. All of that punishment ended up being inflicted onto my mother and I was forced to watch— it sure as hell put me back into place. But then… another mistake ended up being made."

"How so?" Royce asked curiously and his eyes flicked over to her, but she didn't meet his eye contact. Only staring out the window, he saw the hesitation on her lips as a grimace formed across her cheeks,

"I was told to kill my dog— that old son of a bitch even handed me a gun. And when I retaliated, he shot my mother instead and framed me for the murder. I ran away from everything, hid in the woods when the cops were looking for me, I hid in the Slender-forest and got possessed by a demon for a short while. Till a…friend helped me out." Fang looked over to Royce and their eyes met for a short moment before he had to look back to the road. She didn't expect anything less from them; no one usually had anything to say about it when they heard the story, "I chose to destroy my life for a single dog... and for some odd reason... I don't really feel bad about it.. I can't bring myself to cry about the death of my mom." Fang tugged at her sleeves, hiding old burn scars littered on her arms.

"Why do you say that?" Royce looked over at her, his hand keeping the steering wheel steady. A sudden look of regret and misery claimed Fang's always-carefree face, her eyes refusing to meet him. She shook her head and looked out the window, staring at the lonely standing trees that flew by in a blur,

"That story is for another time..." She voiced softly, her shoulders tense and woeful.

The rest of the car ride was quiet and slightly awkward. Royce had a twinge of guilt for asking so many questions and pushing her on, hoping he didn't disturb her focus on the mission they were dealt out. The only words she spoke were directions to get to the town and thus went back into inaudibility. Royce's focused eyes narrowed at the brightness of the city-lights reflecting off the snow and boring into his face. He wished he had a pair of sunglasses and a plow on the front of the car to make it easier to drive.

— . —

Royce's gaze drifted up as he had finally arrived. Stones of gray and brown built the large laboratory, its walls reflecting the sunlight that the skies graced upon it. The building was made with tall glass windows that provided a view of the extraordinary greenery of the front lawn, red-leafed hedges and trimmed bushes and trees, and tall hedges bordered around the lab.

Royce walked for a while, unknowingly heading closer and closer from the very symbiotes he was trying to find. He looked up swifty and spotted the room through the throng guards now blocking it. He set off running, eyes focused on the large metal door as best he could, jumping over the dead bodies he had already shot. However he noticed the opening to that hallway suddenly slowly closing and without thinking one quickly swept under, grasping his katana tightly in his tight grip while doing so. Just like that- he was back on his feet.

It was when Royce saw something near the end of the hallway that he came to a halting stop. He took a minute to catch his breath, before he creeped up slowly past the wall. He noticed that in front of him weren't guards anymore, there was a heavier presence now and he perked up at this. This mysterious presence was a mutant, there was no doubt about it, seeing the weaker guards cower at the sight only proved it more. Royce pushed himself up and onto his feet, about to step out onto the path until he heard large footsteps from behind him. The moment he saw another one he quickly smirked, gripping his gun tightly. "WAIT!" He ran out from the corner, every single mutant stopped to stare at this man.

"You're one ugly son of a bitch… god da—" Before he could continue, one of the mutants threw him against the wall, and an audible 'CRACK!' sounded as he slammed into the wall. "Shit!" He shrieked, waiting for the healing factor to kick in.

"Fine, I only have 12 bullets, so you're going to have to share!" His back healed, and he leaped onto his feet, putting his katana away and taking out his guns.

"You mutants these days are so flashy...back in my day we just shot each other in the nuts," He started firing away at the mutants, watching them drop one by one. Demonic abilities could be powerful at times, but they were nothing compared to a bullet straight to the head. One of the guards snuck up behind him, but he swiftly turned on his heel and headbutted the man. The guard who tried to ambush had a weird appearance, resembling a reptile.

"What are you supposed to be...like...a lizard? Ew.." Before the guard could answer, a bullet went straight through his head. "Rude..he didn't even answer me."

— . —

Soon enough, he had killed every person in the laboratory without breaking a sweat. Scientists and the quirk using guards that were shot to a bloody pulp laid dormant, left behind by the very anti-hero who had shot them. He might've lied about the limited bullets. A light blanket of blood pooled and stained the white floor of the laboratory as he searched for the clues he had been looking for— the clues on the whereabouts on how to directly interact with Akuma.

Nestled upon a wooden mantel were various experiments stuffed into a large see-through vile with black and white pictures along the beige wall of the room. Various pictures were the first and only thing to be noticed as Royce shot at everyone in one of the viles, cracking the various open and setting them free to roam the laboratory. He planned to get rid of them in a very creative way.

As he left the laboratory, he glanced around at the gasoline he had poured earlier and dragged a match, till it sparked to life. He dropped the lit flame onto the gasoline, and walked forward as the fire exploded to life from the ridiculous amount of gasoline. A bright flash of red flew through the air and the building blew up. It was an explosion attached to some unknown device and sets of explosives went off, another thing Royce had planned. Over the years, he became less impulsive and planned things out better, even though it was boring that way.

Too bad he didn't find anything— but he swore, he was going to find Akuma.

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