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The droning echoes of the car’s engine were the only noises heard in the vehicle. Save for the occasional sniffle, the shuffling of fabric, the crinkling of paper, the sounds of soft breathing. The four college-aged adults lent their banter and ribbings to the sun, and as it went down, so too did the energies in the car.  

In the front seat, driving, was Raylin, though she fought to keep her eyes fully open and her wrists begged for a rest. Sat next to her was Nathaniel, dubbed as the “chief navigator” by Dustin (who currently sat slumped over against the car door in the backseat.) Nate’s eyes were constantly darting from the paper map sprawled out across the dash and in his lap, to the road, the signs, the few and far buildings. He was the most situationally aware in their group, a beast at back-road navigation. 

In the backseat, both slumped onto their respective car doors, are the troublesome duo: Dustin and Zakariah. Better known as “Dusty and Zak, the 10-year-olds trapped in young-adult bodies”.  

Just beyond the car’s glass, the view of darkened trees and a black sky lulled the quartet of students to slumber. 

The drive was long, each member of the group taking their respective turns behind the wheel in increments to allow each person some sleep. After countless restroom stops and gas fill-ups, plus the occasional bite at a random fast-food place tucked just off the closest exit, Nate’s old green Tahoe turned its tires around the curb leading into the Princeton Airport. With Ray driving and Nate scanning the parking lot for an empty space, the car was parked after only a short drive-around. Ray pushed the gearshift into park and immediately threw her arms up, bracing against the ceiling of the car in a strange sort of stretch. She groaned as her back popped in segments, sighing as she unbuckled herself and grabbed for the door handle. Nate qroggily pushed open the passenger door and stepped out, stretching his back as far as it would go as soon as his foot met the ground.  

Ray busied herself with grabbing her makeup bag from the back of the car and digging for her hairbrush, while Nate tapped on the glass of the back passenger door, attempting to wake Zak. Zak slowly roused, groggily making eye contact with Nate before scanning his surroundings, recognizing the undeniable airport parking lot. He leaned forward, stretching his arms past the shoulder of the passenger seat in front of him before twisting around to pop his back. He then leaned over the pile of snacks and blankets next to him to gently shake Dustin’s shoulder.  

Dustin quickly roused with a start before relaxing upon seeing Zak, then got straight to stretching, twisting his head and back in attempt to pop out all tension.  

Eventually, the quartet was out of the car and on the crosswalk leading up to the airport’s front doors. Ray hopped onto a call with her pen-pal of several months, the owner of the house the quartet would be moving into. Dustin and Zak immediately took to searching for the nearest bathroom while Nate trailed behind with Ray, listening in on the phone call to see where to meet the house owner. Within 30 minutes, after all four members of the friend group were properly cleaned up and full of snacks, they approached a trio of men resting in chairs in the airport lobby. Ray was the first to pipe up, greeting the trio by their YouTube channel’s name: EveryManHYBRID. 

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Here's a little drabble I couldn't get outta my head ft. my EverymanHYBRID OC.

Dustin plucked at the loose threads poking from the seams of his hoodie, head cocked to the side as he stared inquisitively at Vincent. The two men were awkwardly posted in Evan’s kitchen, conversing in the late hours, long after their fellow friends decided to turn in for the night, returning to their respective homes.  

“What do you mean, you think something’s wrong with Evan?” 

“I mean, he just—I dunno--isn’t acting like himself? He’s less hyper, less goofy, less...Evan.” Vincent fidgeted with his hands, opting to pick at the meat surrounding his finger nails. 

Vincent had pulled Dustin aside during an earlier conversation, when more of their friends were present and engaging in small, idle chats. He wanted to question if Dustin had noticed anything odd about Evan’s behavior lately.  

Dustin rolled his neck to the side, trying to push out any tension. “I mean, he’s less talkative, yeah, but I don’t think it’s because of what you’re suggesting.” 

Vincent’s hands flew upwards to cage his own chest, he rested his hands under his armpits, trying to keep them warm and simultaneously hug himself, shrugging his shoulders up to his ears. “I mean, look...Evan’s older sister has admitted to us that he’s struggled with depression in the past. Well—that, and homicidal thoughts. But, um,” Vincent dropped his head, staring down at his shoes. “Do you remember when we were filming the car pushing video—or, trying to—and that little girl came running up and handed Evan the little fabric doll?” 

Dustin straightened his neck, his gaze zeroing in on Vincent’s disturbed look. He squinted, slightly turning his head to the side. “Yeah, I do. Little blonde girl in a pink shirt and purple skirt? What about that?” 

Vincent finally raised his head, locking eyes with a spot on the ceiling as he breathed in a deep breath. “When you, Jeff, and Seth were chatting--over by the car, waiting on me and Evan to come over--Right after the little girl gave Evan the doll, she said some man told her to give the doll to Evan.” 

Dustin nodded, “Yeah, you already told me this. Hell, Evan mentioned it on camera.” 

Vincent nodded in return, “Yeah, well, that wasn’t all the little girl said. She also said that the ‘man’ told her to tell Evan to stay positive and that he’ll find something special soon. I thought it was weird that Evan never mentioned that, especially to you, given that you're...” He trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words to finish his sentence. Dustin finished it for him. 

“Spiritually inclined?” 

Vincent snapped his fingers and pointed at Dustin in confirmation. “That, yeah. I thought for sure the little girl was saying something that had, like, spiritual implications, or something.”  

Dustin ran his hand along the side of his neck, leaning back against the edge of the kitchen bar, crossing his legs at the ankle before speaking. “I mean, I think it’s obvious that the little girl isn’t the one who made the doll.” Vincent nodded in agreement, urging Dustin to continue. “Maybe the little girl got the doll from a male family member who happens to be a fan of the show?”  

Vincent shook his head slowly. “No, I...not to be, like, pessimistic or whatever, but we’re only getting, like, a few thousand views per video. Not that that’s a low number or anything, I’m grateful that our video’s are being watched at all—but my gut is telling me that it isn’t some fan giving us a gift. I really think the little girl was told to give Evan that message from something more...spirit-like?” 

Dustin pursed his lips in thought, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t  think that’s a bit of a jump to make? In thought, I mean,” Vincent shrugged. Dustin continued, “It probably could be the case, that the little girl got that doll from something other than human. I didn’t really get a good look at her, or the lady she came walking up with. Besides, Evan can’t seem to put that thing down long enough for me to take it and assess if it’s got something in it.” 

Vincent blinked at him, a bit curious, “What, like a camera? Or...?” Dustin shrugged, running his hand along the countertop beside him. “Yeah, something like that. Or it could be witchcraft of some type. I won’t know unless I can get my hands on it.”  

Vincent hummed to himself, glancing around the room as he thought for a moment. He finally landed back on Dustin, offering a risky option. “We could steal it from him? Like—he probably doesn’t sleep with it in his hands, everyone knows the fucker sleeps like a log. Hypothetically speaking, someone could easily just...sneak into his room and grab the doll?”  

Dustin quirked a small side smile, “Are you suggesting that someone would be me?” Vincent sheepishly smiled back, “I mean, you’re pretty much silent when you walk, so...” 

Dustin scoffed out a small chuckle, looking down at his feet, smiling to himself. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises that I won’t find a way to fuck with him a little, though.” 

Vincent just chuckled in return. 

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Small details about my oc's

I wanted to drop some random pieces of info about my oc's just for funsies.

Dustin/Demix

☆Will absolutely suck down Barq's root beers. His favorite soda of all time. He's usually buying three 12 packs at a time because he truly does drink that much soda.

☆A sucker for sweet foods. He loves loves loves most chocolates, though he tends to lean more towards milk chocolate candies.

☆Absolutely an animal lover. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, frogs, lizards, snakes, you name it, he thinks it's cute. He's always wanted to grow old surrounded by lots of animals.

☆Despite his love of most animals, insects and arachnids scare him. It's just something to do with having so many legs and feet that makes his skin crawl.

☆Is a true 90's baby, obsessed with Nu Metal and Indie rock. He's the dude who still has Nirvana posters everywhere in his room, and he swears up and down that he doesn't have a crush on Kurt Cobain. (He does, but who can blame him?)

Zakariah

•He loves to cook. It's his love language to feed those around him. If he never feeds you, he probably doesn't like you. If you mention having a favorite food you best believe this dude is gonna start cooking it for you ALL the time.

°He's the tallest amongst his friend group, standing at 6 feet on the dot. He uses his height to his advantage literally every chance he gets.

•The gamer of the group. If he's not cooking, he's playing some niche video game that he saw online. He also loves horror games, which has lead to many sleepless nights of him fighting through several bosses and cursing out the game for every little jumpscare.

°A total romantic. His ideal date is cooking a big meal for his partner, decorating his entire house, then having your typical post-dinner movie marathon.

•Loves all things Halloween. The same goes for Dustin, actually. Both dudes are obsessed with the whole month of October, they both affectionately call it 'Espookie Month'

Rosalinn

♡Lover of all things Christmas. She's the type that starts playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. Hell, she'll play Christmas music at Thanksgiving dinner, it's her way of saying 'fuck you' to the original true story of Thanksgiving.

♡Despite her nickname being based on a rose, her favorite color is pink. She's tried dying her hair pink before, but it came out more of a pastel pink rather than a bright pink. She loved it either way.

♡Another animal lover, she wanted to be a veterinarian when she was younger.

♡Will eat anything with potatoes in it. For some reason, she's just obsessed with potatoes. To her, there's so many ways to cook and consume potatoes, which means that they're truly the best vegetable out there.

♡Despite her main jobs revolving around destruction and fire, she has a major green thumb. When she has downtime, she's more than likely in her garden, tending to her plants. She grows veggies, herbs, flowers, all of it. Her favorite plant is the Aloe Vera, and her favorite flower is white wisteria.

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All about my oc's!

This post is just gonna be covering all the bases regarding my oc's. Lmk if anyone wants know more abt my oc's.

Dustin Springs/Demix Desmonty

Demix is technically a double agent, as they are a character in an arg of mine as well as being a slenderverse oc. The two version of Demix do not intersect minus the name.

The slenderverse version of Demix is the character I'll most likely write for.

Demix Desmonty, formally know as Dustin Springs, is a non-human entity that was once a prominent member of the Desmonty family, a family of high-level entities that control the birth and death of the many realities and universes. In a sense, the family controls time altogether, earning them the nickname "The Timekeepers".

Demix was originally born well over 2,000 years ago, allowing them to watch the rise and fall of civilizations, realities, and universes. They were the youngest member of their family, being the only child to their two fathers. They kept mostly to themselves, observing the many versions of humanity from a distance, never choosing to directly interact.

They'd had several interactions with other prominent entities, including the infamous "HABIT" and "Slenderman". Despite having interactions with other entities, they've always chosen family over friends, always staying near to their fathers.

Unfortunately, Demix was a vulnerable soul, finding pain and discomfort very easily. Demix saw humanity, saw the wars and genocides, saw the ugliness and despair.

Demix despised humanity, and eventually, they despised theirself, hating their animalistic nature, wishing to be anything other than monster. Their self hatred lead to a deep depression, lasting them several hundreds of years. It all came to a halt when they took their own life in the early 1940's, human time.

Demix was reincarnated in the early 1990's as Destiny Chávez. Born to a young mother, dropped into the hands of a college-aged father, Destiny spent their early childhood within the custody of their father. Their father was quickly discovered by Demix's previous father, who chose to assimilated with Destiny's father. The assimilation process was inevitably painful, scary, torturous at moments. This lead the young father to seek a means of keeping Destiny safe, and so, he opted for placing his child on adoption.

Destiny was adopted at age 7 by Miranda and Steven Springs, whom chose to rename their new child to Destiny Springs. At around 15, Destiny came out as transgender, a decision that was met with enthusiastic support. Destiny chose his name to be Dustin, and by 18 he'd had his name and gender legally changed.

Though Dustin was born in North Carolina, he and his three closest friends chose to move out to a place far north; Princeton, New Jersey.

Zakariah Avons

A mysterious and mischievous friend of Dustin Springs. Born to a family of witches and mediums, he harbors the ability to see, communicate with, and even touch any non-human entities. He became best friends with Dustin in high school and chose to join him in the big move to Princeton, NJ.

Rosalinn Hall

This is my creepypasta oc. Born of German descent, she harbors the natural ability to control and create fire, pyrokenesis. This handy power leads to her being nabbed by the ever-so-infamous Slenderman.

Born to Melinda and William Hall, Rosalinn, or Rosie, spent her early years living in the woods of southern Mississippi, happily safe with her mother, father, and her older sister named Dawn.

In a tragic turn of events, Rosie's father is killed in military combat, causing Rosie's mother to become a widow. The grief-stricken family chose to move out of the woods and closer to the water, landing them in Gulfport, Mississippi.

Through attending high-school in the city, Rosie captures the attention of a traveler from Coloarado. After several months of stalking, the stranger begins to leave behind notes and cues, telling Rosie about her own family's history. Finding connection to a German farmer who had bared witness to the Slenderman, or Der Großman's attack on invasive soldiers, the stranger chooses to snatch Rosie on one of her daily walks, taking her directly to the faceless tree god itself.

Rosie is taken in and trained as a sort of "evidence swiper", being given the job of burning down any evidence of Der Großman's many shenanigans.

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Hey there! I'm Dustin, I write random stuff. I'll take requests for specific fandoms but only if I'm interested in them.

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If I have reason to believe you are a minor (no age in bio, age below 18 in bio, interacting with other minors' blogs) I will block you immediately. I'm not in charge of babysitting a bunch of teenagers.

I will mostly write for Slenderverse, Creepypasta, and Sally Face. Below is a list of what I will and won't write for!

I WILL write for:

Headcannons

Fluff

Smut

Short stories

Comfort

General violence (fighting, murder, typical creepypasta/slenderverse type stuff)

I WON'T write for:

Sexual assault/rape

Detailed gore (I'm just not great at it ;-;)

Animal or domestic violence

Any kinks to do with piss or skat (no judgement, I'm just not into writing it)

Angst (again, I'm not great at it)

You can check my bio for the status on requests. I will not do commissions just yet, as I'm still working on the payment process.

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