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“I don’t know, talk to each other, you just learned my name.. Well my nickname, not my original name. Anyways…”

She huffed crossing her arms.

“Where ya from Alice?”

🕒TickTockYourTimeIsUp🕒 Natalie looked at the new girl outside the Creepy pasta mansion that Jeff actually brought her to. "So you're the one that Jeff's been talking about hmm?"

                     ❝Yes, I suppose you could say                           that. Unless he knows another                          Alice, then you could not.❞

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“…Clockwork… You can call me Clocky for short if you’d like, I thinks it’s best that we do learn more about each other since you will be living with us for awhile.”

🕒TickTockYourTimeIsUp🕒 Natalie looked at the new girl outside the Creepy pasta mansion that Jeff actually brought her to. "So you're the one that Jeff's been talking about hmm?"

                     ❝Yes, I suppose you could say                           that. Unless he knows another                          Alice, then you could not.❞

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🕒TickTockYourTimeIsUp🕒 Natalie looked at the new girl outside the Creepy pasta mansion that Jeff actually brought her to. "So you're the one that Jeff's been talking about hmm?"

                     ❝Yes, I suppose you could say                           that. Unless he knows another                          Alice, then you could not.❞

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She felt a small smirk grow on her face.

“Well, he’s been talking about you a lot lately, I think he actually likes you.”

🕒TickTockYourTimeIsUp🕒 Natalie looked at the new girl outside the Creepy pasta mansion that Jeff actually brought her to. "So you're the one that Jeff's been talking about hmm?"

                     ❝Yes, I suppose you could say                           that. Unless he knows another                          Alice, then you could not.❞

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I saw you Reblogged the first one so have another I took earlier tonight askme-ticci-toby southparksux

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My Story

Apparently none of you fucking know my real story, you may have heard of me and thought that the stories that you heard of were pathetic and border lining on the term “Marry sue” Like seriously, I may be insane, but not insane enough to rip my own mothers heart out. Also causing my fathers organs to come out of his mouth. 

I guess people don’t really know much how murders happen because the detectives keep things under lock and key, so people tend to exaggerate.  Which in all honesty is hilarious. They say I’m a Jeff the killer Knockoff. When in reality I’m probably more fucked up than Jeff is, no offense, but killing these one kids at a party just for beating up you and your brother was kind of.... pathetic.

I’m not trying to say that I’m the best member in our “little” mansion, but I’ve dealt with abuse and mistrust, I was perfectly fine growing up, I had a fascination for blood and gore, I loved drawing it, and I was actually pretty amazing at it, still am, but besides that fact I was normal. 

Growing up, my interests in blood and gore started around the age of eight? I can’t really put a specific date, it was horror movies and stories on online that just gave me the thrill that I had no idea that I could make these movies, and stories a reality. 

As a child I used to draw on walls of our house, causing my father to constantly yell at me and tell me just how worthless I actually was. How I’d never learn from my “mistakes” but they aren’t mistakes if they are who I am now, right daddy?

 The things I usually cared about were taken away from me, or threatened, to be taken away, I never felt as if I could talk to my parents without getting yelled at. Yet at rare times the abuse would turn physical, where mother would put her hand over my mouth every time I cried, or the times where I would go about two days without eating as punishment. 

Only about the time I was nine, my brother... who was thirteen at the time started to sexually use me. I don’t really like to talk about it, but it was something that happened for  four years, it was funny how he still lives with us because proved that he was a lowlife. Still living with his parents at the age of twenty, didn’t even have a job.

Ever felt as if you didn’t have any friends or anyone to talk to? That’s exactly how I felt whenever he done those things. I told a group of girls, the ones who look like innocent girls but actually are the ones who have way too much time on their hands to start gossip and rumors, yeah... I told them what happened.

They called me a whore, social media spread fast about the news, I was mortified and had to drop out of school because of the bullying. I was taking online classes for five years, until my parents decided that they were not going to spend money on classes. 

I was brought into public school again. It was early into the school year, I had a boyfriend and some acquaintances that I would have called “friends” but by the time that i was sixteen my love for gore grew, and my boyfriend didn’t feel safe, with me. 

He broke up with me, my teachers found one of  my drawings and I was eventually thrown out of school and into a mental hospital for a week, when I came home I was so betrayed by my parents that I stitched my mouth, It looks cool okay? I personally always liked lace and frilly things, and the little patterns of ‘X’s” strung across my face was pretty nice.

I was then sent to doctors obviously because the mental hospital didn’t do anything but fuel by rebellion, I never took out the stitches though, never have, never will, shit would hurt as bad as the time I put it in. That’s what happens when you’re high off drugs, you feel no pain, I wanted to die but that didn’t work out.

The doctor’s medicine changed my beautiful brown eyes to a bright green, my favorite color, so why wouldn’t I be happy? The doctors.... let’s just say they didn’t last long with the joy pulsing through my veins, only real thing that you can make out who the victims are, are the wonderful drawings I drew. 

To cut this short because you’re probably wasting so much time reading my story and your time is almost up! I killed my family, carving patterns and words like “Mother dear” in my moms back, beating my father to death with a pole, and stabbing my brother to the point and pulling out his organs after slicing his stomach open. Ahh that was a fun night.

Now I don’t know how but this tall guy (which i later found out is named slender men) knew what I was going through, and said I belonged in his family, his family that would accept me for the things that I just did, a family that would encourage these things.

I used to be Natalie Oulette, but now my name is Clockwork, I am no longer the girl I used to be, and I’m glad I can live my life without constant fear and hatred, for once I’m happy. 

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"Oh Clooooocky!" The boy chuckled slightly behind his bandanna, walking up to the girl with his hands in his pocket, he popped his neck unconsciously as he approached, releasing of his hands from his confines to raise in greeting to her. [mynumbticking]

Clockwork looked up from her notepad which held a portrait of Sally which was the mansion's newest member, a girl that went through similar things that Natalie had but instead of her brother, it was the girl's uncle. Natalie had felt pity for the dead child and quickly became facinated with drawing her. On the page it had Sally in her pink torn dress covered in blood and scratches and bruises covered the girl. In her hands held the small bear that held the link to her past, he only link a small dirty torn bear named Charlie. "Oh hey Toby." She flashed him a smile and held up the notebook for him to see. "I've been drawing Sally, what do you think?