#did six character with creepypasta

[simondragon206]

[quietwingsinthesky]

i’m the only one writing minecraft creepypasta in 2025.

I’d wanted to get back into Minecraft for a while.

I remembered playing it as a kid, but it had been years since I’d picked it back up. Seeing my friends making accounts, watching everyone on the internet praise the game, even the occasional build impressing me as I scrolled online; all of it felt like a sign to return to a place I’d once called home.

My old account was long gone. Even if I could remember what email address was connected to it, I’d missed the window for migrating my Mojang account to a Microsoft one by a few years. Learning that combined with staring at the thirty dollar price tag for a game I only paid fifteen for back in the day forced my hand. I turned away from the official channels and went looking for another source.

It took a little digging, at least five or six minutes of scrolling through r/Piracy before I found a torrent link that seemed to work. The account that had posted it was an obvious throwaway, probably just someone trying to lure more seeders in. Not that I planned on helping them. Someone else would always come along for such a popular game. They could handle one leech. I went through the motions of setting up my VPN, grabbing the torrent, and watched as the slow trickle of data filled up the bar on the bottom of the screen.

(Maybe they really did need seeders, I thought, not that I was changing my mind. I checked and found only one active. If they were dedicated enough to be the only one, they’d probably stick around for someone else.

It took several hours. I intermittently checked on my laptop to make sure I was still receiving data. That other seeder stuck around, feeding me the game little by little. Anticipation was growing inside me. I already had plans, what to build, where to go, what new features I’d missed the past few years that I wanted to explore. As soon as I had my copy of the game, I cut the connection. I immediately ran it through my antivirus. No taking chances.

The computer stalled for a moment, the mouse flickering out of view. Before I could react, the antivirus came back with a clean bill of health. It must’ve been the file size that stressed my computer out. Seventeen gigabytes seemed a little excessive, but it had been a long time. Who knew how much stuff they’d added since I last played? I’d heard there were turtles now.

Opening the game didn’t hit me with the wave of nostalgia I was expected. My eyes skipped over the splash text, “Don’t dig straight down!” I sat there for a minute, confused, before realizing what was wrong. Where I’d expected the familiar soundtrack, I was instead greeted by my laptop whirring loudly and nothing from the game.

Even after I turned it up to the maximum, the game wouldn’t hand over a single note. Annoyed but accepting, I muted my laptop again. An illicitly obtained copy was bound to have a few quirks.

I could always get the music from somewhere else. It was the game I needed.

I created a new world. It loaded quickly, barely enough time for me to blink. Suddenly, I was back.

Just seeing the old familiar textures filled me with a sense of relief. The game looked exactly the same as I remembered. Hard to improve on perfection.

The silence still threw me off. Some part of me was disappointed not to hear the thuds as I cut down my first tree.

I fell into an old pattern. My first tree. My first crafting bench. My first tools.

My laptop chugged furiously to keep up with the game, growing warmer under my hands.

More trees. More wood. A little house in a forest.

I would need food soon. My hunger was chipping away, bit by bit, and I knew it would be better to grab it before the sun set. I set out with my first day’s supplies, making note of which direction my home was in.

I swung my point of view towards the sky to check how long I still had in the day. The sun hung low in the sky. I wasted more precious hunger sprinting through the woods until my character finally refused to do so.

Starving. I checked my difficulty. I didn’t want my recklessness to be a death sentence.

There hadn’t been a single animal in my entire exploration. The trees went on and on, a never-ending cluster of oak after oak after oak. I cursed the broken volume, sure that if I could hear what was out there, I’d have found something to eat by now. Now, I’d have to walk all the way home. I didn’t look forward to getting caught dead in the night. With no sheep came no wool, and with no wool came no bed, and without a bed, home was meaningless title for a place I wouldn’t even return to after death.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to find my way to it from my spawn point, either. The trees all looked the same, round leafy heads like a child’s drawing. The sunlight carved through the trunks, not sparing any darkness for mobs to spawn.

I checked the sky again. The sun loomed in the same position as before.

The slog of getting home irritated me. Roses crept into my path. They were the only color other than green or brown, and each time, I’d swing my head to see if the change signaled something useful—an animal, a hostile mob, a lava lake—and each time it was another stupid flower I couldn’t use.

I was about to quit this world and start another one when the terrain ahead of me changed. The grass gave way to a stone hill. Eager for a better angle to locate my home from, I climbed. The dull gray was a welcome change of scenery as I jumped higher and higher.

I looked from the peak of the hill. The forest of oak trees extended in all directions, out beyond my render distance.

My laptop was hot. I took one last look to confirm I couldn’t seen my house anywhere. Just trees. Endless trees. I opened the settings and drew the fog closer. Click by click, it encroached. Invited.

My laptop still burned, despite my meager effort to appease it. I did my best to ignore it. I didn’t want to stop playing.

Another glance around the hill revealed unearthed coal ore. Finally, a stroke of luck. I went to collect it, pickaxe in hand. Each coal collected revealed another. I greedily leapt into the hole I was mining to get more.

I dug it out from around me. I dug it out from beneath me.

I fell into the dark.

I winced as my health dropped to a single, shaking half-heart. My starvation taunted me. My first instinct was to take the coal I’d collected and a few sticks to make a torch before I was attacked.

I lit up the cave.

In the center of the gaping cavern, there was a door. It couldn’t be there. My torch blasted it with light.

I could see past that door. There was another behind it. And another. The darkness swallowed the rest of the cave before the fog could.

I couldn’t understand. I raised my center cursor to the door. I nearly clicked it.

A clack rang out so loud that it made me jump. It took me too long to realize that it was the sound of a door opening. The one in front of me remained closed, untouched. But-

I checked the volume. It was still muted. The volume indicator hadn’t even faded away before another clack broke out of my computer. Another door. My heart was beginning to race.

I didn’t know what to do. I paused the game to catch my breath and think.

My laptop was hissing now in an effort to continue running. The keyboard burned hot under my fingers.

Another clack. The barest flicker of movement accompanied it past the labels of the pause menu and through the windows of the door I stood at.

A pit formed in my stomach. It was the last door. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I didn’t want it to see me. I knew I wanted more than the door between me and it. I made a split-second decision.

I heard a clack. I didn’t look at the game. I closed it. I was safe.

I didn’t have time to laugh at how ridiculous I was being.

My laptop’s wallpaper had changed behind the game window.

It was the cave. It was the door. It was open.

I slammed the laptop shut. It was scorching. I couldn’t touch it again.

With a whine, it shut itself down. I refused to go near it for a long time. It was a game, I told myself.

You got it in time, you trapped it, came a paranoid thought. I couldn’t trust it. It was nonsense.

It was a mod. It was a prank. It was me working myself up over nothing. A mantra repeated until I believed it. Just a bad download. Just a virus of some kind.

I put a hand on the back of my laptop. It was still warm even minutes after shutting down completely.

Gingerly, I opened it. My attention went to the power button. I needed to prove myself right, that there was nothing wrong with my computer. I pressed it once, I pressed it harder, I jammed it into the computer. It wouldn’t even whimper.

I looked into the dark screen. I couldn’t see my reflection.

My hair stood on end. Goosebumps rose across my arms. I stopped breathing, silent and still.

It was still there.

[markerofthemidnight]

So, I was bored and looking around the ‘net for something to draw, when I found this awesome “draw six characters like this” template on a random Reddit post.

Anyways, even though I had to look up what almost all of these prompts were, I really liked essentially all the potential designs that could come out of them based off of my quick Google searches, so I went ahead and did it!

This whole thing took me a total of NINE HOURS, making it the longest time it’s ever taken me to finish any singular artwork. As you can see, I also finally figured out how to upload images onto canvases on ibisPaint X! THE POWER I NOW WIELD!

(basic rundown of designs under cut)

B-Side Wiggly - Most B-Side designs are basically just “the character but with a different colour scheme and a few new accessories”, at least from what I’ve seen. I don’t know why I chose Tinky’s colour scheme specifically, but I like the mix between blue and gold.

Naturally, as this is a B-Side design, I gave him a microphone for the whole… rapping thing. I also replaced his coral crown with a dollar store paper one, turned the frown on his fur pattern upside-down, and you can’t really see it because of the pose, but he also has Wiley’s dog tag necklace.

Dark World Adam - This was the only form I didn’t look up, but mainly because I knew even if I did, I wouldn’t get much out of it. We haven’t seen enough Dark World designs to be able to see much consistency from them.

The stripes on his horns kinda looking like an Imp’s (and being pieced with jewels because if his horns were real he’d totally do that) and his wings being more demon-y was intentional, but him kinda dressing like Toriel wasn’t. I just thought his robe being dark purple with flames on the sleeves and the Delta Rune on his chest would be fitting- a complete coincidence, but a fairly fitting one nonetheless!

Tainted Tozu - This one’s kind of a bastardisation of Tainted forms, because all I did was look it up once and go, “Ah, yes. I have to make one of my favourite characters look like a character from a bad creepypasta with some shoehorned-in religious symbolism.”

Naturally, Tozu was the only fitting option for that. I gave his mask a black half to call back to his OG design, turned his fake horns into real horns, and turned the X on his cape into a real X made of blood. I also went ABSOLUTELY HARD on making his eye look as creepy as possible without overdoing it- I think I did well!

Shimmering Pomni - Now, I didn’t technically need to look this one up, but I haven’t touched Terraria in a while so I needed a recap on what exactly Shimmer forms looked like. I was surprised to see that a fair bunch of them are actually references to various other games- with that, I was left with only one option.

Gave her cape a star design on its interior… mainly because it looked good, but also because the Star Cloak exists, and no matter how subtle it was, I needed to throw some Terraria stuff in there SOMEHOW. Hence the presence of the little magical girl stars around her: no matter how much of a Deltarune reference it seems, it’s still a Shimmer design at heart.

Moonbound Mind - Looked up what exactly a Moonbound design was only to quickly see that they are ABSOLUTELY AWESOME holy fuck I love this aesthetic???

Naturally, there was noone more fitting for a Moonbound Design than… the Sun. What, did you think I’d say Heart? Gave him a nice little royal design (he’s the ruler of everything in the end~) …and I don’t know why I made that moss so sparkly, but. It looks good. I like sparkly things, alright?!

Mirror Dimension Myke - That’ll only make sense to people who have been following me for the past few months, but that’s right! Myke’s a Visitant in the Mirror Dimension! A fairly sadistic and hostile Visitant, but… hey, it’s Myke, what were you expecting?

I chose the Mirror Dimension specifically for this free space… pretty much because I wanted another excuse to talk about it. The thought process behind his design was basically just “make him look like a really cool superhero”, fitting for a defender of the truth such as himself.

The visor was inspired by Peridot from Steven Universe, what with the similar colour schemes they have, and… hey- hey Myke, THE TEMPLATE! STAY INSIDE THE TEMPLATE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

[obsessivelyloved]

I'm obsessed with this youtube video on exploring old dead games

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The upbeat tunes were eerie to listen to as he explored the game. It sounded quite similar to things he heard growing up, from commercials for these computer games he was never allowed to play. The family computer was really just his parent's computer. And they never trusted these types of games. 

His parents had claimed that anyone talking to people online was a weirdo. So. Anything with people in it was a no-go. It was his handheld game or nothing. 

 So it was cool, in a way, to explore this online game. It was empty, devoid of life, but it was interesting. Even with the unnerving tunes. 

It made Edd wish a little that his parents hadn’t been so strict about online safety when he was a kid. He would have loved making new friends on this game's servers in its hayday. Because contrary to their beliefs, not everyone online was a gross weirdo trying to get kid’s home addresses. 

Ugh, Edd did not miss seeing those PSAs on the tv or hearing about them in school.

Edd sighed as his avatar stopped moving. The building he was trying to enter was trying so hard to render and load. It had been so long since this particular server had been updated, let alone used by people. He had to wait a lot for textures and stuff to load. 

It took a few minutes, but shop after shop started appearing. Then the floor texture loaded, then…. a person! 

Edd wiggled his mouse and tapped on his arrow key, impatiently wanting his character to move already. This was the first person he’s seen in this game! And he tried six servers already! 

But as he got closer to the other person, his face fell. There was no username hovering above the avatar. It was merely an NPC. Or a statue, since it wasn’t moving. 

“Aw man,” Edd muttered, slumping down. He’d just have to keep an eye out as he explored forgotten worlds. 

Still, he moved closer to check out the statue. Finally close enough to see it, he stopped.

What the hell? Edd thought to himself. The statue was plain, up until you got to its eyes. It appeared to be a man, with black pants and a blue hoodie. With large, black empty eyes. 

Edd huffed. It was probably someone’s last project, a way to scare anyone exploring. He moved around the statue, giving it one last look, before he moved on. 

As expected, the game freaked out as he left the building. Slowly, the world loaded, grass and buildings popping up. 

Edd moved on, lagging as he interacted with things. 

He found the statue again. 

This time, it was sitting on a park bench. Watching him, no matter which direction he went. And it kept appearing in places Edd’s avatar stopped at, while the world loaded. Whoever’s idea it was to scare new players, it was working. 

Edd went to click on the leave server button but…. nothing happened. Goddammit. He was going to have to close the game and then wait forever for it to load back up. 

Tom: leaving so soon?

Edd stared at the chat, baffled. He spun his avatar around, searching for another player. Not a single user name popped up in sight. Let alone another avatar. Who was talking to him? 

Colalover15: hi! have you been following me? 

Edd nervously typed. He didn’t feel like getting jumpscared by some random player. This game was unintentionally scary already. 

Tom: yes. you are the first player I’ve seen in a long time. no one joins anymore. 

Colalover15: I bet! I’ve joined six servers and haven’t seen a single person lol. do you play often? where are you? 

Tom: I’m right in front of you. 

Oh hell no. The only thing in front of him was the statue. That’s it, Edd was done. He was not participating in a creepypasta or urban legend. 

He clicked the X button on the window and waited. And tried again. And again. 

He frowned, his heart beginning to beat fast. 

Tom: why are you trying to leave? aren’t you having fun? 

Tom: are you bored of this world? 

Faster than the game had been loading all night, the world changed. A new map appeared, a different set of cheerful music playing. Edd grimaced, quickly muting his volume. This one was actively giving him a headache. 

He was in a room now, the walls gray and furniture scattered around. Things he was sure kids in the early 2000s would have loved popped up. 

Obscure and old pop artist pictures, ads, and activities flooded the walls of what Edd assumed to be a hub building. The statue was still standing in front of him. 

Tom: is this better? 

Colalover15: it’s very interesting! i haven’t seen some of this stuff in years. how did you do that? are you a dev? 

Edd hoped this was just a weird dev messing with him. But, still, it was best to be polite. Just in case. As he waited for the person’s reply, he ventured closer to the pictures on the walls. As expected, the links on them were dead. Each webpage was long gone.

Tom: Is it not 2004? 

Can of worms. This was a can of worms Edd did not want to fucking open. Since closing the game window wasn’t working, he clicked his power button. To his horror, nothing happened. Perhaps it was a bit over dramatic, but he yanked out the computer’s power cord. 

His screen flickered, then turned off. Ugh, Edd really hoped that the game hadn’t turned out to have a virus or anything malicious in the code. He really couldn’t afford to replace his desktop. And his parents would be so mad at him… 

Speaking of parents, it was a school night. It was best that he got to bed before one of them got up. 

He laid down on his side, facing his wall. With his heart still racing, he snuggled into his blankets. As scary as that was, he was pretty excited to tell his friends at school about it. At the very least, Tord would like it. Then, they could explore it together at his house, on his computer. 

Just as Edd was falling asleep, cheery pop music played on a low volume. 

Someone was standing behind him.

[drk-mnd-fds]

I just realized something what happened to the creepypasta squad in fallen dreamswap?

Ha-ha... It's actually a very funny story here... I forgot about their existence :)

I didn't think about how a negative incident might affect them, my attention was always focused on the main six characters and their interaction with each other. I was even asked about them once before, but since then I have only replied that the negative incident did not affect them in any way. Maybe it's the fault of the fact that I don't really like Murder Time Trio either.

Now I've sat and studied creepypasta squad, but I still think they wouldn't have changed in any way because of the negative incident. Although I think Bobby would have started to be more interested in Nightmare as a criminal. I just think that Nightmare would definitely help Creepypasta Squad if JR decided to eliminate them, but no more.

The main changes in Fallen!DreamSwap happened only in Nightmare, everything else came only from him. This whole story is an interpretation of how it could have ended if negative energy had been replaced with positive energy in Nightmare. I don't think that Nightmare would go and sort it out or do anything with creepypasta squad, just because he can. It's not in his best interest.

I'm sorry if my answer may have disappointed you.

Funny fact: due to the fact that I was fixated on the main six characters, X!Chara also suffered, lol, yes, Chara is dead just because I forgot about him.

I'm such a disgusting creator, hahahahaha

[quietwings-fics]

Minecraft Version ???

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Minecraft Ship: Gen Additional Tags: Creepypasta, Horror, Minecraft Mechanics, Characters Playing Minecraft, Nostalgia Wordcount: 1,663 Summary:

A classic style video game creepypasta about Minecraft.

I’d wanted to get back into Minecraft for a while.

I remembered playing it as a kid, but it had been years since I’d picked it back up. Seeing my friends making accounts, watching everyone on the internet praise the game, even the occasional build impressing me as I scrolled online; all of it felt like a sign to return to a place I’d once called home.

My old account was long gone. Even if I could remember what email address was connected to it, I’d missed the window for migrating my Mojang account to a Microsoft one by a few years. Learning that combined with staring at the thirty dollar price tag for a game I only paid fifteen for back in the day forced my hand. I turned away from the official channels and went looking for another source.

It took a little digging, at least five or six minutes of scrolling through r/Piracy before I found a torrent link that seemed to work. The account that had posted it was an obvious throwaway, probably just someone trying to lure more seeders in. Not that I planned on helping them. Someone else would always come along for such a popular game. They could handle one leech. I went through the motions of setting up my VPN, grabbing the torrent, and watched as the slow trickle of data filled up the bar on the bottom of the screen.

(Maybe they really did need seeders, I thought, not that I was changing my mind. I checked and found only one active. If they were dedicated enough to be the only one, they’d probably stick around for someone else.

It took several hours. I intermittently checked on my laptop to make sure I was still receiving data. That other seeder stuck around, feeding me the game little by little. Anticipation was growing inside me. I already had plans, what to build, where to go, what new features I’d missed the past few years that I wanted to explore. As soon as I had my copy of the game, I cut the connection. I immediately ran it through my antivirus. No taking chances.

The computer stalled for a moment, the mouse flickering out of view. Before I could react, the antivirus came back with a clean bill of health. It must’ve been the file size that stressed my computer out. Seventeen gigabytes seemed a little excessive, but it had been a long time. Who knew how much stuff they’d added since I last played? I’d heard there were turtles now.

Opening the game didn’t hit me with the wave of nostalgia I was expected. My eyes skipped over the splash text, “Don’t dig straight down!” I sat there for a minute, confused, before realizing what was wrong. Where I’d expected the familiar soundtrack, I was instead greeted by my laptop whirring loudly and nothing from the game.

Even after I turned it up to the maximum, the game wouldn’t hand over a single note. Annoyed but accepting, I muted my laptop again. An illicitly obtained copy was bound to have a few quirks.

I could always get the music from somewhere else. It was the game I needed.

I created a new world. It loaded quickly, barely enough time for me to blink. Suddenly, I was back.

Just seeing the old familiar textures filled me with a sense of relief. The game looked exactly the same as I remembered. Hard to improve on perfection.

The silence still threw me off. Some part of me was disappointed not to hear the thuds as I cut down my first tree.

I fell into an old pattern. My first tree. My first crafting bench. My first tools.

My laptop chugged furiously to keep up with the game, growing warmer under my hands.

More trees. More wood. A little house in a forest.

I would need food soon. My hunger was chipping away, bit by bit, and I knew it would be better to grab it before the sun set. I set out with my first day’s supplies, making note of which direction my home was in.

I swung my point of view towards the sky to check how long I still had in the day. The sun hung low in the sky. I wasted more precious hunger sprinting through the woods until my character finally refused to do so.

Starving. I checked my difficulty. I didn’t want my recklessness to be a death sentence.

There hadn’t been a single animal in my entire exploration. The trees went on and on, a never-ending cluster of oak after oak after oak. I cursed the broken volume, sure that if I could hear what was out there, I’d have found something to eat by now. Now, I’d have to walk all the way home. I didn’t look forward to getting caught dead in the night. With no sheep came no wool, and with no wool came no bed, and without a bed, home was meaningless title for a place I wouldn’t even return to after death.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to find my way to it from my spawn point, either. The trees all looked the same, round leafy heads like a child’s drawing. The sunlight carved through the trunks, not sparing any darkness for mobs to spawn.

I checked the sky again. The sun loomed in the same position as before.

The slog of getting home irritated me. Roses crept into my path. They were the only color other than green or brown, and each time, I’d swing my head to see if the change signaled something useful—an animal, a hostile mob, a lava lake—and each time it was another stupid flower I couldn’t use.

I was about to quit this world and start another one when the terrain ahead of me changed. The grass gave way to a stone hill. Eager for a better angle to locate my home from, I climbed. The dull gray was a welcome change of scenery as I jumped higher and higher.

I looked from the peak of the hill. The forest of oak trees extended in all directions, out beyond my render distance.

My laptop was hot. I took one last look to confirm I couldn’t seen my house anywhere. Just trees. Endless trees. I opened the settings and drew the fog closer. Click by click, it encroached. Invited.

My laptop still burned, despite my meager effort to appease it. I did my best to ignore it. I didn’t want to stop playing.

Another glance around the hill revealed unearthed coal ore. Finally, a stroke of luck. I went to collect it, pickaxe in hand. Each coal collected revealed another. I greedily leapt into the hole I was mining to get more.

I dug it out from around me. I dug it out from beneath me.

I fell into the dark.

I winced as my health dropped to a single, shaking half-heart. My starvation taunted me. My first instinct was to take the coal I’d collected and a few sticks to make a torch before I was attacked.

I lit up the cave.

In the center of the gaping cavern, there was a door. It couldn’t be there. My torch blasted it with light.

I could see past that door. There was another behind it. And another. The darkness swallowed the rest of the cave before the fog could.

I couldn’t understand. I raised my center cursor to the door. I nearly clicked it.

A clack rang out so loud that it made me jump. It took me too long to realize that it was the sound of a door opening. The one in front of me remained closed, untouched. But-

I checked the volume. It was still muted. The volume indicator hadn’t even faded away before another clack broke out of my computer. Another door. My heart was beginning to race.

I didn’t know what to do. I paused the game to catch my breath and think.

My laptop was hissing now in an effort to continue running. The keyboard burned hot under my fingers.

Another clack. The barest flicker of movement accompanied it past the labels of the pause menu and through the windows of the door I stood at.

A pit formed in my stomach. It was the last door. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I didn’t want it to see me. I knew I wanted more than the door between me and it. I made a split-second decision.

I heard a clack. I didn’t look at the game. I closed it. I was safe.

I didn’t have time to laugh at how ridiculous I was being.

My laptop’s wallpaper had changed behind the game window.

It was the cave. It was the door. It was open.

I slammed the laptop shut. It was scorching. I couldn’t touch it again.

With a whine, it shut itself down. I refused to go near it for a long time. It was a game, I told myself.

You got it in time, you trapped it, came a paranoid thought. I couldn’t trust it. It was nonsense.

It was a mod. It was a prank. It was me working myself up over nothing. A mantra repeated until I believed it. Just a bad download. Just a virus of some kind.

I put a hand on the back of my laptop. It was still warm even minutes after shutting down completely.

Gingerly, I opened it. My attention went to the power button. I needed to prove myself right, that there was nothing wrong with my computer. I pressed it once, I pressed it harder, I jammed it into the computer. It wouldn’t even whimper.

I looked into the dark screen. I couldn’t see my reflection.

My hair stood on end. Goosebumps rose across my arms. I stopped breathing, silent and still.

It was still there.

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[blazehedgehog]

How DID FNAF get so popular in 2014? (God, that was 9 years ago.) Was it just a right place, right time thing?

A bit, yeah.

I think it's pretty clear from the popularity of Halloween that kids like to be scared (and to scare each other). There was a whole market that a lot of studios either forgot about or never tapped into.

Because, like, when you think about "horror for kids," you think about, like... Grabbed by the Ghoulies, or Luigi's Mansion, or even that one Haunted Mansion game Disney put out.

Games that are absolutely more silly than scary.

But we were in the era of the "creepypasta," which was undoubtedly dominated by kids between the ages of 13 and 18 writing about how their Sega Genesis was oozing blood or they had summoned Jeff the Killer by calling his number at 3am or whatever.

And this was after years of top Youtube Let's Players cutting their teeth on games like Amnesia and Cry of Fear. Kids were now intimately familiar with actual horror. They were hungry for sterner stuff than the typical idea of what kids could tolerate. Googly-eyed skeletons and technicolor sheet ghosts weren't cutting it anymore.

Five Nights at Freddy's was laser focused at this demographic: characters and a premise even adults find scary (uncanny animatronics turned killers) married with extremely simple gameplay that's all about building up to what is effectively somebody going "Boo!"

I currently live with my brother and his family, and he has twin sons. They're six years old. When it's time for bed, they give hugs to everyone. And when it comes time for my hug, every night for the last year, they try to sneak into my bedroom so they can jump out and shout "Boo!"

And when they do manage to surprise me (either because I play along or because they genuinely come in so quiet and secretly that I do not notice), it is one of the greatest things for them. They'll go bouncing out of my room and one will proclaim to the other "I GOT UNCLE RYAN!"

Even six year olds like the "Boo!" It's universal. The ultimate, most primal form of prank.

And despite trading in dark themes (dead children and a conspiracy to hide their deaths), there's no blood in FNAF. The violence is, at most, implied. And since the lore was deliberately obfuscated, its darker themes are gated by how deep you're willing to dive. Younger kids who might not be keen enough to figure out the easter eggs and hidden story elements are spared, whereas older kids can devour theory crafting videos until their eyes cross.

I don't necessarily think Scott Cawthon did everything deliberately. He's on the record saying FNAF was kind of a last ditch effort for him to be successful at game development, after all his other (Christian/Educational) projects were non-starters. I think certain parts of FNAF were probably more a happy accident. But he did land in the right place, at the right time, with the right game for what an audience of 13-18 year olds was most likely to connect with at the time.

And in the bigger picture, it was like the popularity of characters like The Crypt Keeper, Jason Vorhees and Freddy Kreuger finally came home to roost. Those were characters of the late 80's and early 90's that found surprising popularity with kids of the era. Growing up I was both amused and terrified of the myriad of Freddy Kreuger merchandise, and they straight up made a Tales from the Crypt saturday morning cartoon. From something that aired on HBO at 10pm and routinely had nudity and quite a bit of gore.

Even if their parents never liked it, kids have been getting scared by adult horror for decades.

Now, with FNAF, it was literally Good Christian Fun™ with enough of an edge to it that kids didn't feel like they were being talked down to.

[im-s0rry]

Scamcair and The Existential Dread Lurking In My Mind :D

Hello all and welcome to tonight's posting of a bit of fanart and interpretations of, what I would assume to be, an AU of one of my friends in this sphere. But first, a prelude and a check in with my mental health.

As you all know by now, I am a System. I live with my Headmates in this Headspace where we all must suffer together. In all truth, we have been doubting ourselves. We've all been feeling this bit of existential dread on whether we truly are a System or not, on whether we're anything we say that we are. I hate to drag all of you, those who may not understand my personal pain, but I feel like I should state it for the record. I do not want it to go unsaid that I have been having these thoughts, but I also want to say that being a System has been freeing to us all. Our collective lives have felt so different in the best way possible from just the fact that we know what we are and that we have embraced it.

However, this was not the place to say all of this, I will admit. What I may also admit is that I have been both drawing Spamcair and have been drawing my interpretations of what this "Grimm Deltarune" character in my good friend Mr. Chaos's Self Insert AU could possibly be. After all, I would be the most knowledgeable person to ask what I would look like. . .At least I'd assume.

Firstly, my sketches of Scamcair.

I decided to take a few creative liberties with the design and add a few more elements from outfits of classical composers as well as adding more detail to the design in general. To @mrchaosman and @mercair , I hope I did this design justice in your eyes.

Secondly, we have my interpretations of myself, as well as my System, as what we could look like in a "Self Insert AU Chapter Three."

Take One - Take One is my idea for myself/Serena as the main boss of Chapter Three. I based her design off of an outfit that Serena just loves to be drawn in as well as incorporating ideas from mob bosses and rook chess pieces for the design as a whole.

Take Two - Take Two is my idea for my System as one collective secret boss. I based the design of Macabre off of lost media creepypastas as well as rabbits and an outfit my System has taken a liking to. The reason for the choice in making them a Bunny was because The True Mike Deltarune is a Bunny actually. . .And no other reasons whatsoever. Anyway, I can imagine Macabre as either an empty husk or a puppet that can flip on a dime to any one of the six people locked inside of her. Anyway, I represented my System by making us FRIENDs because we're all friends around here! They can shift Macabre's body at will because that's pretty cool and body horror-y if I do say so myself.

Take Three - Finally, Take Three was my idea for My System in the place of WD Gaster. This basically just resulted in me drawing our sonas as Goners which was pretty fun in all honesty. I do not know why I made Helvetica the Mystery Man sprite equivalent though.

And that, my friends, was a bit of fanart for Scamcair's AU that Mr. Chaos Man kind of just put me in for no real reason other than for the funsies. I hope you all enjoyed your time reading through this and found the designs passable. To all a goodfright. . .

-Sincerely, Jackal.

[dreamsofalifeold]

((It's...honestly any wonder it took me until last year to realize I have ocd. It runs in my family heavily, and looking back on the stuff I used to do and say all the time as a younger person??? Like I genuinely thought I was going to Hell for having to crush on a married actor because that was "practically committing adultery". I am not religious.

Once when I was 16, I had severe intrusive thoughts about a mountain lion living in the woods by my house. I was convinced I was going to die, to the point I didn't leave my house for a week. I didn't look out windows at night for years because I just knew that I'd see a creepypasta monster and it would see me and I'd walk out to embrace it, never being seen again.

I thought that EVERYONE had thoughts they couldn't control or get rid of; as young as six, I'd have intrusive thoughts about being in the open ocean with sharks eating me, or being locked in the gym storage room over the weekend and dying. I did these weird, obsessive rituals where I'd go over what I would do if a cobra got into our house or if I found a venomous spider in the shower.

I only really figured it out thanks to, of all things, a Homestuck au comic. One of the characters has ocd and I found myself basically repeating her exact thought processes; "I have to do xyz in this order or it means I don't love this person enough." THAT'S when it hit me and about 90% of my life made sense. One of my friends even said she thought I knew already.

Anyway, that's my whole journey to realization. Idk why I wrote this stream of consciousness, but it is Munday and I am the mun, so...))

[probablyaseamonster]

to all the people making fanart about My Little Pony infection AUs:

That was my childhood! MY. CHILDHOOD! My largest source of happiness because I sure as hell wasn't getting that from my family or anybody I interacted with after leaving the house. I lived vicariously through the Main Six because I apparently didn't understand how friendship worked since people either avoided me and gave me looks or pretended to be my friend just to gaslight me afterward (like i wasnt getting enough of that at home). The few friends I did manage to get never lasted long, and I'd spend hours wallowing in jealousy because my siblings managed to manifest massive friend groups despite being absolutely awful.

I happened upon Cupcakes by accident like so many other children and I could never look at my favourite show the same way again. Even when I was enjoying it there would always be those terrifying images at the back of my mind. Not even the most innocent media in my childhood were safe from adults who "liked" children.

You ruined it! You ruined the one good thing I had! And now you have the gall to be like

"Hey, remember when we destroyed the innocence of thousands of children and drew and wrote so much heinous art that we became an entire subset of the fandom? That was fun! Lets do that again, for old time's sake."

FUCK YOU. How come you get to enjoy your nostalgia at the expense of the people you already actively prevented from experiencing? How come you get to ruin the corpse of the characters you ruined during their life?

I don't fucking care if you're neurodivergent! I am too and you actively took away the only source of joy I had when I was surrounded by ableism on all sides. If you can't tell, this is an extremely personal subject to me!

The MLP revival shouldn't be more creepypasta shit. And don't you DARE call me a white Karen mom about this. Because of you, MLP is known for horror and characters brutally murdering each other, and don't get me wrong! I love that shit! I'm in the life series fandom for God's sake! I was a Magnus Archives fan! But this is different! This is an innocent piece of media I was LIVING on.

Can you all just fucking stay out of it? I would rather a timeline where only a few people made MLP fanworks in 2024 and were made fun of than you all doing this with its legacy. Abusers shouldn't be able to kick the actual mourners out of a funeral and assault whoever, dead or alive, is left.

Ive never understood the reason why people make DNI lists but I think I'm getting it now! Istg, if you come at me with more MLP horror, I am blocking you, and if you make fun of that statement I'm sorry but I would deck you in the face if you did that IRL because how dare you laugh at a person this angry? I get enough of that on the regular already and I don't need people I could've been friends with online adding themselves to the list.

Now how about you all squash your indeserved and harmful nostalgia and LEAVE so that us traumatized kids can enjoy what little content we still make?

[kirbydoeswitchcraft]

CREEPYPASTA OC LORE DROPPPPPP

Tw; mentions of murder, guns, and other shit like that

Kyran Kumar is a 27 year old true crime podcaster/YouTuber. He focused on unexplained disappearances and dropped out of college at 21 after going for a year or so studying law. He tries to fixate on cases rarely talked about. He ends up focused on a case that happened in a small town in maine. Two years prior, two 14 year old girls, Tanya Rich and Julie Thompson went missing after they had told their parents they would go to the local park for a picnic. The park was used by almost all the teenagers in the town and there was a well traveled trail in the forested area of it that the girls went to almost every other day during the summer. He ended up going through everything released about the case but it was officially ruled as the girls being runaways. Though Tanya and Julie's parents refused to believe that and pushed for it to be investigated.

Kyran became friends with the parents of the girls, interviewing them and putting pressure on local and state police to investigate the girls. Leading to the case being reopened. Which, three months after the reopening of the case, led to a discovery. The boots of the girls. Tanya had worn doc martens that her father, Lee, claimed she did not own, but her name was carved into the inside and her fingerprints were found on the shoes along with some unidentified finger prints. Julie had a similar pair that were far more worn and her mother, Angela, claimed she did own and she was wearing them when she left the day she went missing. Inside the left shoe of Tanya's doc martens was a plastic bag with an SD card wrapped in plastic wrap. Tanya's finger prints were not on the SD card but the same unidentified finger prints were. On the bottom on the shoes was blood that was linked to a unsolved case states away.

This led to a lot more breaks in the case, the SD card showed a minute and 25 seconds long video of Julie and Tanya, both now sixteen years old, going through the woods, but not from Maine, the forest was actually located in wyoming. They were shown stepping over branches and the two girls were laughing over jokes and mentioning names that neither Lee nor Angela could place, all except one, Jeff. Jeffery Woods was his legal name and he was actually a missing murderer who, three years prior, killed his mother, father, and attempted to kill his brother. He was actually a friend of Julie and Tanya from childhood and Tanya, even when it was almost proven he committed the crime, swore he didn't do it.

Julie and Tanya spent most of the time giggling and making jokes but the oddest part was near the end, the sounds of birds and normal sounds of nature abruptly halted and both girls froze and before the video cuts off, Tanya can be heard saying "daddy's calling" as a joke and a reference to a musical both girls liked, Hamilton.

The girls were dressed similar to how they would before they left, but not for the terrain they were traveling through. Tanya wore a off the shoulder loose crop top that had bleach stains with baggie blue jeans that were well worn. Julie wore high waisted shorts and tight fitting tie dyed crop top. What was completely out of character was the hunting rifle Tanya had and the revolver in a holster around Julie's waist.

This discovery led to a LOT of conspiracies that threw the case, which was rather low profile, into national news. Some people actually came forward with security camera footage from gas stations and grocery stores that showed the girls with a collection of different people. One was a grocery store that had Tanya walking with a man with brown hair, a red flannel, khakis, and a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. He was identified as Tim Wright who had gone missing almost six years prior and was presumed dead. Another had both girls with Tim at a gas station with Tim buying a pack of cigarettes and Tanya was shown bothering Tim until he bought a pack of gum and a watermelon red bull. The employee at the gas station was interviewed after this was shown and the man said he couldn't remember much but he did remember the man calling Tanya a spoiled brat which she laughed off with Julie giggling.

This odd series of events did at least confirm something, Tanya and Julie were alive, and seeing as they looked well fed with no noticable injuries, they weren't in immediate danger. Anyone who could remember seeing the girls said they looked joyous, if only that Julie looked tired. Anyone they were seen with let the girls, specifically Tanya, run off in stores and they seemed to be rather close. Though a few questions still remained, how were they spotted in so many different states, how did they survive so long, and who did they leave with or taken by?

[littleslasherfan]

(found on Wiki:Slenderman stabbing)

I just wanted to put this here since WTF the news is still talking about this like I wanna smack some sense into those girls, I had a Jeff the killer phase and all I did was dress like him and that’s it, but these girls went as far as doing this :

The stabbing took place on May 31, 2014, during a game of hide-and-seek in heavily wooded Davids Park near Waukesha, Wisconsin. The perpetrators, Anissa Weier and Morgan Geyser, pinned down Payton Isabella Leutner (also known as Bella, a nickname used at the time of the crime) and stabbed her nineteen times in the arms, legs, and torso with a five-inch-long (13 cm) blade. Two wounds were to major organs. One stab wound missed a major artery by less than a millimeter and another went through her diaphragm, cutting into her liver and stomach. After the attack, Weier and Geyser told Leutner to lie down while they found help, which they did not do.Afterwards, Leutner dragged herself to a nearby road where she was found by a cyclist who called emergency services.Surgeons operated for six hours to repair critical trauma to organs and tissue in her torso and abdomen.

Five hours after the attack, Weier and Geyser were apprehended by police near Steinhafel's Furniture Store on Interstate 94,approximately 4.9 miles (7.9 km) from the attack location. They were in possession of the knife used in the stabbing, which was found by police in a bag they carried. They said they were traveling to meet Slender Man at his home, called Slender Mansion, in the Nicolet National Forest, 200 miles (320 km) from where they were apprehended During their interrogations, which were not conducted with a guardian or counsel, Geyser was described as displaying no empathy and Weier was described as displaying guiltfor stabbing Leutner, although both stated that the attack was necessary to appease Slender Man[better source needed]

Leutner left the hospital seven days after the attack. She returned to school in September 2014(I’m still shocked like girl you gotta hide)

Geyser's mental state:(from what the wiki says..I honestly think this girl is gonna be like the next Michael myers but mix Creepypasta with it -.-)

During the police investigation and pre-trial psychiatric evaluations, Morgan Geyser disclosed lifelong visual and auditory hallucinations beginning in early childhood. These hallucinations typically included figures she interpreted as ghosts, colors melting down walls, and imaginary friends named Maggie and Sev. One recurring hallucination was a man Geyser named "It,” whose body she described as the color of smoke and ink. She would perceive him as standing behind her in mirrors or shifting around corners.

After Geyser's arrest, her mother, Angie Geyser, described her as becoming "floridly psychotic." Correctional officers reported Geyser frequently talking to herself, pretending to be a cat, and keeping ants as pets. She reported seeing unicorns and believed she was having ongoing conversations with Slender Man and other fictional characters, such as Severus Snape(why him? I like him bro)

In the fall of 2014, Geyser was relocated to the Winnebago Mental Health Instituteto determine if she was competent to stand trial. On October 22, 2014, Geyser was diagnosed with early-onset childhood schizophrenia.(knew it)

Geyser's treatment for schizophrenia was erratic and inadequate for 19 months, which is believed to have exacerbated her cyclic regressions into psychosis and reduced her ability to recognize delusions against reality. In December 2015, Geyser began a consistent, long-term regimen of antipsychotic medication, which enabled her to understand what she had done and display appropriate feelings related to her crime, such as guilt and remorse. On March 23, 2016, Geyser was returned to the county jail to await trial. Although she was appropriately medicated, Geyser's mental health deteriorated. Her deterioration was linked to stressors on her already fragile mental health that are typical to forced confinement and incarceration.[

During trial, Geyser was committed to the Winnebago Mental Health Institute, where she was the youngest patient.

Court case and negotiations:

Geyser was charged with attempted first-degree homicide, a Class A felony, and Weier was charged with attempted second-degree homicide, a Class B felony.  Due to the nature of the offenses, both Weier and Geyser were waived out of juvenile court to be tried as adults.

In 2017, Weier pleaded guilty to being a party to attempted second-degree homicide. A jury then found her "not guilty by mental disease or defect." Geyser accepted a plea offer that stipulated she would not undergo a trial if she pleaded guilty and agreed to further evaluation by psychiatrists to determine appropriate duration of commitment to a forensic psychiatric hospital. She later pleaded guilty as arranged by the plea offer, but was found not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect due to a final diagnosis of schizophrenia by court-appointed psychiatrists.

Weier was sentenced to 25 years to life, an indeterminate sentence requiring at least three years confinement and involuntary treatment in a state forensic psychiatric institute, followed by communal supervision until age 37

Geyser was given the maximum sentence, 40 years to life, an indeterminate sentence requiring at least three years confinement in addition to involuntary treatment in a state forensic psychiatric institute until complete resolution of symptoms or until age 53, whichever may happen first. If released, she will remain under communal supervision and undergo periodic reevaluations intended to identify need for reinstitution and/or further treatment as required by the sentence imposed.

At a hearing on March 10, 2021, Weier, who was then 19 years old, submitted a letter to the court stating that she was "sorry and deeply regretful for the agony, pain, and fear I have caused," not just to Leutner, but to "my community as well." Weier stated that, "I hate my actions from May 31, 2014, but through countless hours of therapy, I no longer hate myself for them." On July 1, 2021, Waukesha County Judge Michael Bohren ordered Weier released from the Winnebago Mental Health Institute, gave state officials 60 days to draft a conditional release plan, and required that Weier be assigned Wisconsin Department of Health Services case managers to supervise her progress until she is 37 years old, the length of her commitment.

On September 13, 2021, Weier was released with multiple stipulations, including 24-hour GPS monitoring that required her to request permission before leaving Waukesha County. On September 11, 2023, the GPS stipulation was removed. Weier's Internet use is restricted and monitored. As part of her supervised release, she is not allowed to use any form of social media. Weier is required to take court mandated psychiatric medication and is escorted to regular counseling sessions by a case worker. She is required to live with her father while under supervision of the court.

In 2020, an appeals court rejected Geyser's petition to be retried as a juvenile. Her attorney, Matthew Pinix, argued that she should have been charged with attempted second-degree intentional homicide rather than first-degree, and argued that Geyser gave statements to investigators before being read her Miranda rights. He petitioned the Supreme Court of Wisconsin to review the ruling.  In early 2021, the Wisconsin Supreme Court declined to hear the appeal.

In January 2024, Geyser petitioned the court for release, two years after withdrawing a petition in 2022 two months after filing. A judge denied this request for release at a hearing in April 2024.

In January 2025, a court has approved Geyser's appeal for release. Experts claim she has made considerable progress battling her mental illness.

honestly yay I’m glad they recovered but goddamn just burn all electronics what if it starts again but worse?!

[hayley-adams]

Answers below the cut

1. How big of a part is selfshipping in your life?

It is indeed a very big part of my life. It's a free pass to having a SO without having one in real life.

2. Do you tend to darker themes in your shipping? If yes, why? Or why not?

Yes, because I'm something of a freak myself /j

But really, I have a healthy balance between dark and wholesome (not really-). The dark themes are more or less to feed my freak while the wholesome ones are for my wellbeing.

3. Are you generally more attached to less or more popular characters?

I wouldn't say Rollo is popular. He's far less popular than the rest of the characters in TWST. On the other hand, Adam is kind of popular in the Hazbin Hotel fandom. It really depends.

4. Is there an f/o you have never/rarely talked about publicly? Tell us a little something about them!

Well, I barely even talk about Rollo and Adam publicly because I'm really shy to yap about them. People might see me as cringey.

5. Do you create for your selfships? If yes, what do you create?

I create pictures using Neka.cc and Picrew.

6. Do you selfship out of attraction, for fun or to cope? Or for any other reasons?

I do it for all three (and I can't come up with any other reason lol).

It's fun. I create a self-insert, craft a lore, connect the dots on how they met and how they end up with each other. All the fun things you do in fanfiction. But the most significant reason is for coping purposes. I mean, both Rollo and Adam started off as comfort characters before I started yume-ing them.

Fun fact: Adam became my FO approximately six months after I began yume-ing Rollo.

7. If you could choose one f/o to be with you RIGHT NOW who would it be, and why?

Is it safe to say I want both?

If I have to choose only one, I'd choose Adam. Introvert me needs a loud, extroverted boyfriend who can order my fries for me lol

8. How closely do you identify with/as your s/i's, if you have any?

From what I see and feel, TWST! Hayley is the closest to my personality. HH! Hayley is influenced by her character's lore considering my answer in question no. 2.

9. How long have you been part of the selfshipping community? How long before have you selfshipped without being aware of the community or publicly partaking in it?

I only became part of the community only back in December 2023 when I started yume-ing Rollo. I did have my share of self-ships during my creepypasta phase (I'm Jeff's wife, back off /j) but I wasn't aware of the community until 2021. I'm no longer in the creepypasta community that time.

10. Any old f/o's you're no longer shipping with?

There's too much to mention. Believe me when I say that I create a self-insert in every media I consume; I subconsciously do it like a must-do, which is unfortunate because I can't see the story as is without involving myself in it. Good thing I was able to rewire my brain lol

11. Do you incorporate kink into your selfships? If yes, any kinks you prefer?

I do, but I would prefer not to go into detail (to keep me off the wanted list lmao). Consider my answer in question no. 2 and I'll leave it to the imagination.

12. Do you have any non-human f/o's? If yes is your s/i for them human or not? Are you perhaps nonhuman?

Adam is an angel, Hayley is a sinner demon.

Rollo is still human, but he has magic abilities. On the other hand, Hayley is a magicless human.

And I'm actually the long lost angel-demon-wolf-cat princess /j

13. How close do you prefer to stay to canon?

Both Rollo and Adam are still in their canon character. I only assumed how they would react when it comes to Hayley, but I didn't modify their personalities that much.

14. Any f/o's you have completely removed from canon/their source?

Not necessarily. I will adjust if ever there are canon changes in their character.

Except Adam. Adam is already deceased in the canon lore (or not, depending on the upcoming next season) so I rewrote his lore in a way that he survived the battle.

15. If you're fictionfolk, how does that affect your selfships?

I searched this up and it says kinning a fictional character so I hope I found the correct meaning.

I don't have kins in Hazbin Hotel, but I do kin Malleus from TWST. The crazy part is the fandom regularly ships him with Rollo lmao but it doesn't affect my yume in any way.

16. Pick one f/o you identify with closest!

I'd say Rollo. We're both reserved introverts who doesn't do well with people. However, TWST! Hayley is the golden retriever type but only until her social battery dies.

17. Pick one f/o you think makes others think of you! (Might be a main f/o, or one so obscure only you ship with them)

According to my Facebook friends (I'm more active there), I'm by far the only Adam yume they know. So yes, if they see Adam, they remember me lmao

18. Do you talk about your selfships irl? Do you know any other selfshippers irl?

I don't. None of my irl friends are familiar with yume or self-shipping. All yume friends are from Facebook.

19. Do you have an AU where multiple f/o's from different sources exist together? Tell us about it!

I don't. It's hard to connect both franchise, especially now that there are different Hayleys for TWST and HH.

I did have one, but it's just a (planned but not yet created) meme on how both pairs will react if they see each other: Rollo has the "what a disgusting display" look for Adam, while TWST! Hayley is astonished and delighted to see HH! Hayley's ash-gray skin.

20. Are you a polyselfshipper? If yes, are all your ships poly?

I do polyselfship but not with my FOs. It's more or less to feed my freak lol

Consider my ongoing and seemingly undying yandere phase where I read "yandere males x reader" fics or anything similar, and these males are the author's OCs and not canon characters of whatever franchise.

21. Do you have a favorite media you do not selfship from?

Danganronpa and MILGRAM, but only because I have my own set of OCs with my own set of killing game and trials. None of my OCs encountered the canon characters, except the event masters Monokuma and Jackalope.

22. Do you own a trinket you associate with your f/o?

I have band stickers I associate with Adam, because he's something of a rockstar himself.

23. Do you tend to selfship preferably from specific type of media? (i.e. prefer animated over life action, novels over games, interactive over non-interactive, etc.)

I don't prefer specific types of media.

24. Are there any sort of power dynamics in your selfships? If yes, who tends to be more dominant, and who less so?

I prefer my boyfriends dominant lol

Rollo and Hayley have no evident power dynamics (except in the bedroom /j), but Adam and Hayley have the most obvious power dynamics.

25. Any favorite shipping tropes you usually love but don't like in your selfships? Or any tropes you usually can't stand but like in your selfships?

I can't think of any. My selfships are able to cater my favorite tropes.

Bonus! Is there anything about your selfships you always wanted to share? But didn't know when it would be appropriate? Do it here!

Consider my answers in question no. 2 and 11.

General Selfship Ask Game

1. How big of a part is selfshipping in your life?

2. Do you tend to darker themes in your shipping? If yes, why? Or why not?

3. Are you generally more attached to less or more popular characters?

4. Is there an f/o you have never/rarely talked about publicly? Tell us a little something about them!

5. Do you create for your selfships? If yes, what do you create?

6. Do you selfship out of attraction, for fun or to cope? Or for any other reasons?

7. If you could choose one f/o to be with you RIGHT NOW who would it be, and why?

8. How closely do you identify with/as your s/i's, if you have any?

9. How long have you been part of the selfshipping community? How long before have you selfshipped without being aware of the community or publicly partaking in it?

10. Any old f/o's you're no longer shipping with?

11. Do you incorporate kink into your selfships? If yes, any kinks you prefer?

12. Do you have any non-human f/o's? If yes is your s/i for them human or not? Are you perhaps nonhuman?

13. How close do you prefer to stay to canon?

14. Any f/o's you have completely removed from canon/their source?

15. If you're fictionfolk, how does that affect your selfships?

16. Pick one f/o you identify with closest!

17. Pick one f/o you think makes others think of you! (Might be a main f/o, or one so obscure only you ship with them)

18. Do you talk about your selfships irl? Do you know any other selfshippers irl?

19. Do you have an AU where multiple f/o's from different sources exist together? Tell us about it!

20. Are you a polyselfshipper? If yes, are all your ships poly?

21. Do you have a favorite media you do not selfship from?

22. Do you own a trinket you associate with your f/o?

23. Do you tend to selfship preferably from specific type of media? (i.e. prefer animated over life action, novels over games, interactive over non-interactive, etc.)

24. Are there any sort of power dynamics in your selfships? If yes, who tends to be more dominant, and who less so?

25. Any favorite shipping tropes you usually love but don't like in your selfships? Or any tropes you usually can't stand but like in your selfships?

Bonus! Is there anything about your selfships you always wanted to share? But didn't know when it would be appropriate? Do it here!

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Please remember to practice reblog karma

Feel free to add more questions in your reblogs, or use this as a cheat sheet for asks to send other selfshippers who haven't interacted with this post!

[zeezelweazel]

Creepypasta| Having a creepypasta S/O|

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My creepypasta phase comes and goes so I'm writing this as a complaint

These ladies are criminally underappreciated :(

Characters Included : Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Nina the killer, Zero

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• Jane the Killer •

I feel like Jane is one of the only creepypasta who genuinely wouldn't mind having a s/o who isn't like her

Your relationship would be the same even if you were a regular citizen but she can't help but to admit that you also being a creepypasta has a lot of perks.

You spend all of your time together when you're in the mansion. You two have your own secret spots were you have dates.

It's a good thing that your rooms are next to each other but it doesn't really matter since one of the two is always in the other's room

For whatever reason Jane prefers to do the killing by herself. Even if you have done your fair share of murder she still doesn't want you there. It's more like a perfectionist thing rather than an insecurity.

She doesn't want you to get in the way that's all.* Same reason why she doesn't come with you when you're the one doing the killing.

It's just a mutual agreement that you guys have

The fact that you're a creepypasta won't change the nature of your relationship with Jane.

• Clockwork •

Good thing that you are because there's no way that she would've dated you in the first place. The only reason for this is because the humans she meets all end up six feet under.

Would be pretty chill about the whole thing and would treat like it's a completely normal thing.

You know how humans never say 'oh I'm so glad we are both normal and none of us is a crazy killer' to their s/o? She feels the same way.

Unlike Jane she wouldn't mind if you wanted to tag along with her when she did her killing.

Actually she loves it* She always shows off whenever you do end up joining her and even dedicates some of her kills to you.

Her joining you would depend on her mood.* Sometimes she's to lazy and just wants to relax at the mansion but if she's feeling up to it she'll gladly join you.

She thinks you're hot when you're killing people.

• Laughing Jill •

She's so glad that you're a creepypasta as well, simply because a human could never truly accept her nature.

She understands that it would've caused a rift in your relationship and inevitable problems so she's glad to have that out of the way.

Jokes with you about her recent victims.

How pathetic and weak those humans were and how stupid they looked trying to run away from her.

Of course she would laugh about it* Absolutely wants you to join her on her killing sprees but wouldn't mind that much if you didn't want to. It's fun either way* She would be even more excited if you told her that you want her to join you.

She's feeling so proud watching you mercilessly kill all those people with absolutely zero remorse while not even breaking a sweat.* You two could also go on mission together. She would work great with you and would love to have a team mate.

• Nurse Ann •

There is no way in hell this woman was going to ever date a human so this is the only way to go.

It's not about how a relationship with a human would not work or about how they'd live in two completely different worlds but it's about the fact that she absolutely loathes humans.

The only thing they're good at is being her prey.

She wouldn't mind if you wanted to join her on her killing sprees but she's absolutely going to ignore you for the most part if you do end up tagging along.

She's just focusing on killing for now

She's not going to join you on your missions though.

She believes that you're a hundred percent capable of handling it by yourself and her presence would just be unnecessary.

She could do a hundred things in the mansion while you're away so she believes it to be a waste of time.* Even if she masks it with her hatred for humans, much like Jill, Ann is glad that you're not a human because you could easily embrace her for who she is.

• Nina the Killer •

She loves it so much* You can have so much fun if you're both creepypastas, it's incredible* This girl will be constantly begging you to go on a killing spree together.

It's her favorite bonding activity.

She doesn't mind coming with you on your missions. She is fine with just sitting there and quietly admiring her girlfriend.

Although she will expect you to do the same. She finds murdering so much more enjoyable when she has you by her side, cheering her on.

I think she would date a human but her feelings would have been extremely superficial. She would've treated them like a toy. One that would break very easily and one that she will be quick to get rid off.

She can't imagine herself actually being in love with a human she only sees them as a target. Not as actual people with feelings.

But it doesn't matter because her favorite person in the world is anything but human so it worked out perfectly in the end.

• Zero •

Just like Nina she absolutely loves the fact that you're just like her.

It opens so many doors, so many possibilities.

She doesn't care if you don't want to go with her on killing sprees, you will.

She would love to exchange tips about killing with you. Find new creative ways to kill her victims.

Out of all the ladies she would be the one to chat about killing with you the most. It wouldn't be the only thing she talks about, of course, but it does make her really excited.

Missions with her are amazing.

It's kind of similar to an art contest. You kill your victims in gruesome ways and then both of you criticize the other's work. Zero swears it makes killing all that more enjoyable and you agree.

If you were not a creepypasta you wouldn't have had a chance with Zero.

She doesn't hate humans all that much but that doesn't mean that she pays them any mind either. Every time she's around humans it's only because she has to kill them.

She would have killed you before she had any time to even think about getting to know you.* But thankfully there's no need for that

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I'm not sure if someone has asked you this already but what got you into R6 and writing?

nah no ones asked me before. I'm always down to answer questions, I love talking about myself XD (warning a little long tho, you opened this box of worms anon ;) )

oh boy ah I've been writing for a loooong time now, not always active. I think when I was like about 12 I started developing these like really sorta advanced daydreams? like I could lay down and shut my eyes and just completely be caught up in it. The first one I had I think was about David Guetta and Macklemore?? (literally know nothing about the guys except from their face and music) Anyway so that was the sort of activation of how I essentially sorta write (if that makes sense) but when I was about 13/14 in highschool I really got into reading creepypasta fanfiction on wattpad and quotev.

I started of on writing this completely like unrelated from fandom series that I was was sure was going to be like a full on universe. One was about this dude who was made of ink and like he kidnapped some girl (the main character) who he kept in this burnt down house or something.... or maybe she ran away with him or something??? I can't remember. Eventually, he would give her ink powers or whatever. Anway they were in love but then I got bored and started writing about some girl who I remember nothing about except for the book being called Red Haired Rue. (I long since deleted it off Wattpad). Eventually, I wrote my first fanfiction which was about Jeff the Killer.

After that I sorta jumped from Wattpad to Tumblr, I didn't like the website (Wattpad) very much and while I had started to read on ao3, everything was so high quality I was scared to upload there. It was dean x reader fanfiction which then branched out into marvel, sherlock etc etc all that classic tumblr fandom stuff. I've only deleted only the daryl x reader fanfiction from my tumblr account. It was supposed to be a full rewrite but I got dishearted from the lack of well notes. It got like 7 notes and it was a lot of work. (I was reading the scripts and everything)

Originally with Rainbow Six, I had joined a new friend group for L4D2 when I had started to get my diploma. At the time (2020) they were also really big on R6S and my friend convinced me to get the game. So as a little newbie I started playing with them in customs and 5 stack publics for a bit before eventually playing some by myself to improve. Yet that group hyper fixation ran out. After the fall of Overwatch, I was always really on the look for a new game to constantly play but didn't find one until FFXIV. I had written a little fanfiction over the years, I think I had stopped in like 2017, a DMC series, I had a RE series and then my FFXIV series. I had started to get into R6S, I found a few friends through streaming on Twitch and with them I started to play nightly. Something that while not nightly we still do pretty often. (unless there's tarkov wipe and then I lose one of my buddies, and then there was that time we started to play ghost recon breakpoint) In the end though I liked the characters in the game, they were pretty hot and gave me that drive to write fanfiction about them so I did.

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Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 24: Creepypasta

(Sorry this one's a little late, stuff...happened. ^^; But, I kinda wanted to post this one with today's anyway, so it worked out!)

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"...Berdly? Are you okay?" Noelle looked at the bluebird on the front steps, panting and with sweat glistening on the tips of his feathers, like he'd just run completely across town. "We, um, said we'd study together tomorrow afternoon..."

"Didn't you get my email?!"

"Uh...I don't think so?"

Berdly looked up at her, disappointed, but tried his best not to show it. He didn't have time to coach her on the proper points of checking one's email every few minutes in case an unsolicited invitation from an ivy league school came in; rather, he cut right to the chase. "I need to use your console to play Dragon Blazers!"

Tilting her head to the side curiously, Noelle led him inside, to where she kept her games. "I thought you had your own console?"

"I ditched it when I upgraded to the Gamestation 360! You know I can't play without achievements or my Playertag, how else would I be able to prove what a superior gamer I am?!" He cleared his throat. "But, well...I have a need to play the older version, and I knew just the doe to help me! I accept your 'You're welcome's in advance!" Smirking, he ignored the dirty look Noelle shot him as she started up the game, and pulled over her laptop to finish the blog post she'd been writing when she'd been interrupted.

"Oh, good idea! I'll need to use your laptop too, to make sure I'm doing this right!" Sighing, Noelle saved her draft and passed it along, so that Berdly could show her that email that had been so important.

"So...you want to try recreating this story you found?"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, my dear Noelle! Except...I kind of did," he replied, clicking the link he'd included.

The web page opened to a listing of stories, rather difficult to read in red text on a black background, but Noelle read down to the one Berdly pointed to. "Drowned Elf Boy, Space Kaiju...these are all about video games?" She snickered, passing the laptop back to him. "These are...just creepypastas, Berdly. I've read all of them a million times!"

"Really?! I-I'm amazed you're so cultured, but then, we geniuses usually are!" Berdly finally found the one he wanted, letting Noelle see. "I found this one last night, and HAD to try it out!"

He'd opened an older story about Dragon Blazers, and it didn't take Noelle long to recognize its contents, nor the author, "holidaygirl1225."

"Um...Berdly?"

"Yes, I know it's probably a long shot, but if we could find whatever the author was talking about, it could be an amazing discovery! And we'd get all the credit!" All too late, though, Berdly realized the flaw in his plan, as he started a new game and watched three entire minutes of opening cutscenes. "Oh no, wait...this is in the ice area, isn't it? That's over six hours into the game..."

"Oh! Hang on a second!" Noelle held out her hand, motioning for Berdly to hand her the controller, and she loaded her old save file right outside the area. "I...still have this."

"You kept a file here?!" His eyes wide, Berdly looked up at her with new appreciation. "You must've known this area had its secrets! That's why you're the smartest person I know, aside from myself of course!"

"Of course..." Deciding it'd be best not to let on exactly why she had the file, Noelle watched as Berdly tried retracing the creepypasta author's steps, getting more frustrated with each moment his character spent lost in the icy maze. "It's not working! They must've copied these directions wrong, or deliberately made it so you couldn't follow them..."

"Here, let me try." Again, Berdly handed off the controller, and Noelle reloaded her save to start from scratch. Taking a few moments to remember the steps, she made her way through the maze, but as she did so the realization of what she was doing hit her, and yet again she panicked, going down instead of up at the end.

"Oh...whoops, I guess that wasn't it!" She passed the controller back to Berdly. "You can try again, but I guess it's impossible."

"Yeah..." Sighing, Berdly made a few more attempts, but then gave up, switching off the console. "Guess it was just a made-up story after all. Oh well! I'll go see if there's any secrets in Dragon Blazers VII, or at least get that 'No Damage on Any Boss' achievement I've been working on!"

Once he left, Noelle booted the game again, going through the maze just as she had a few minutes before, the only difference being her going up instead of down, and there it was. Pushing down the reflex to scream and shut off the game just like when she was a kid, she approached the gray door, checking it, poking it, prodding it, trying every way she could think of to open it, but without the key she was once again stuck.

"Someday..." Making sure her save file was still in place, she shut off the game.