[OOC] Creepy-Pasta Roleplay There is no God here

[Kitty]

ME: IT is a complicated thing dealing with her past.
Jane: *nods*

[booksmusicanime]

Bell: *grabs some of Books' popcorn* I might be one of the most sane people at the moment

*looks at Bell* You are NOT sane Bell. You are FAR from sane.

[Kitty]

Kitty: I can be insane watch
*heads spins around on neck while flailing arms* LOLOLOLOLOLLOLOPPLPPLPOPOPOPPOPOPOPOPLPLPLPLPLOPLPLPOLPJSODJAPOPLLPLPLOPLPLOPPOO

Jane: *grabs Kitty and drags her near the sink, Pours a bunch of cold water on her*
Kitty: It happened again didn't it?
Jane: Yup

[a00000000000]

Nex: I have arrived, and I think I'M the most sane here, onsidering I still have all of my sanity!
Me: You people have got some competition

[The Slenderman]

Serenadia: Jane, i swear i will Kill you

[booksmusicanime]

Bell: *giggles*

Books: SHE'S FREAKING ME OUT!!!

Bell: Why's that?

Books: CAUSE YOU'RE MY THING OF NIGHTMARES!!!!

Crimson: Then what am I?

Books: A teddy bear.

Crimson: Thanks. -_-

[a00000000000]

Nex: Don't you people ignore me! I WILL TEAR OFF YOUR SKIN AND EAT IT FOR DINNER, WITH MY FAMILY VISITING FOR A NICE PARTY WHERE WE WILL EAT AND CELEBRATE YOUR DEATHS!

[FoxFireOfDawn]

...Well.

[booksmusicanime]

Crimson: Dude.....seriously?

Books: *disappears in a flash of smoke*

Bell: *Throws knife at Nex* There I'm not ignoring you!

Books: *appears in flash of smoke next to Bell* He means IC.

Bell: Oh....

[Kitty]

Jane: WHat did I do?
Me: Sits and watches silently*

[booksmusicanime]

Crimson: Wait Bell did you just speak out loud?

Bell: No. Books just forgot to put the thingy that represents that I'm talking in everyone's heads

Books: Yea sorry 'bout that one.

Crimson: -_- Why do I even ask?

Books: Cause you're the one who jumped out a window and cut your leg on the shattered glass.

Crimson: THAT WAS YOUR FAULT YOU SOCIOPATH!!!

Books: *evil laughter*

[The Slenderman]

Serenadia: you are talking to him my one and only

Slenderman(me): You love part of your self *walks out and slams my head on a wall for 10 minutes completely mindfucked*

[FoxFireOfDawn]

I just realized that Trickster is basically SCP 682, but without the regeneration ability.
:3

[a00000000000]

Nex: *knife bounces off his natral exoskeleton armor, then picks up knife and adds it to his kitchen, where he butchers pigs and humans* Everybody, I made dinner!
ME: Also, it's 173 not 137, silly. Everybody gets that wrong.

[Kitty]

Jane: That makes you sound self-obsessed

[The Slenderman]

Serenadia: just because i can change into forms, you will never have the power that i have

Me: Some one put her/him out of a body

[booksmusicanime]

Books and Crimson: WELL WE CALL HIM 137 SO DEAL WITH IT!!!

Bell: Wait is that the thing I attempted to stab my throwing knife into?

Books: Yea.

Crimson: The thing has been giving us all kinds of problems.

[Saarebas]

Accepted Character Sheets:

Archie Bliss

Human State
Name Archie Bliss
Age 17
Appearance (try using a image here)
Personality Calm and Polite but when in danger Self Obsessed and rude but still caring enough
Bio (can be TBR) TBR
Skills (are they a Good runner or a Good marksmen etc) Is a Great Cook and a good hider
Fears: (everyone has one...) he has a Tremendous fear of the Slenderman
Equipment (its dangerous to go alone and common sense to take stuff what items does your Character begin with) Sledgehammer. Toolkit and some Food supplys
Other Smile.JPG
Proxy State
Name: Soulless Wound
Age 17
Appearance same as human but dark rings around his eyes and dry blood around his mouth
Abilitys: Increased Stamina Strength and Combat skills.
Bio: He is a proxy of the slenderman. who has held him under his influence for quite some time now. He is treated as a sleeper proxy and Archie does not even know he's a proxy. hes just been running from the slenderman for a while
Weapons: Screw driver (owch) Sledgehammer
Weakness: Bright lights and a absence of the slenderman causes him to revert to normal.
Other: Smile.Jpg

Ben Drowned

Name: Ben
Age ???? hes a 7-13 old by appearance
Appearance
Abilitys (don't go to God mode) can move through electronics. can move along wireless waves
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters) Ben drowned and his spirit entered a majora's mask cartridge. a hacker placed this cartridge onto a port for the PC and Ben escaped onto the internet...
Weapons (aka Knife if your Jeff) none...
Weakness (everything has a weakness) Turn off the TV before he crawls out...
Other Smile.jpg

Branwen Nakahara

"They scream your name, child."
Disguise:

She often uses this appearance if she can't get to an area by flight. It's her 2nd most used form.

Crow Form:

This is her most used form. It's often used for traveling and stalking those on the ground. She also uses it to avoid nasty situations or encounters.

True Form:

Her most unused form. She nearly never appears like this, unless if she fancies a good scare or slicing of flesh.
Names)
Real: Branwen Nakahara, but nicknamed as Crow.
Disguise: Kisaragi Saya.
Age: She looks about 21, but she's actually 53.
Abilities: In her Crow Form, she can fly, use the beak and claws to attack, and travel much quicker. Her disguise and real form basically have the same powers, but her true form is a lot better at it. They are both agile, sneaky and good at marksmanship.
Bio: For the moment, I'll leave this blank. I'll edit it in when I'm much more awake and have more ideas.
Weapons: Her only weapon in a human form would be a black scythe.
Weakness: The ringing of bells (banshee screech time!) and warm air (it suffocates her.).
Other: Smile.jpg
She has a sweet tooth and a love for sewing and crows.

Crimson Blood

Undercover:


Name: Crimson Blood (Undercover: Crimson Rose)
Age: 18
Abilities:
-She can disappear if she really concentrates
-She is very flexible
-She can climb up trees and sit on some of the highest branches due to being so small and skinny
-She despite having little training since being on the run is fairly good at hand-to-hand combat
Bio: Crimson for the first two years of her life grew up with her twin sister Sky but they were separated when they were two. When she was six she lost it when some of her classmates bullied her and she broke one girl's arm. Up until she was 14 she moved school to school due to her loosing her temper and hurting her classmates or teachers. She killed her first person when she was 14 and she's killed ever since.
Weapons: A swords and a pocket knife
Weakness: She's slightly clumsy and is scared of heights
Other: Smile.jpg and her catch phrase (sorry it's so stupid. I created her a year ago and her story wasn't very good) Your pretty crimson blood now covers the floor. I had a story for her but yea the account I wrote it on was deleted.

Eyeless Jack

Name: Eyeless Jack
Age ????? presumably 17-20
Appearance
Abilitys (don't go to God mode) Short range teleportaion (about 10 meters tops)
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters) he is a demon or a human That is not very well known but he is known to be found of eating organs and partially demonic
Weapons (aka Knife if your Jeff) Surgical Scalpel
Weakness (everything has a weakness) Shining light at his face (not his mask)
Other Smile. Jpg

Jane the Killer

Disguised Appearance:


Creepy Pasta Appearance:




Name: Jane The Killer; Jane Arkensaw; Chloe Evans(Disguise name)
Age: 17
Abilitys:
-Stealth
-Combat
-Stronger, can hold her own well in a fight if not over power others
-Smart
-Sneaky

Bio: I do not take claim to the story, credit goes to unknown author @http://jtk.wikia.com/wiki/Jane_the_Killer:_The_Real_Story

Weapons: Knife
Weakness: She is a human still so anything that will kill a human will kill her. Fire, it returns to many bad memories and will cause her to freeze.
Other: She can walk around in broad daylight without attracting attention to herself, she does it mainly to scope out who Jeff might strike next.
Smile.jpg

Jeff the Killer

Name: Jeff the Killer
Age: 17 (I believe)
Appearance and Bio: copy and paste the link http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Jeff_the_Killer
Abilities: He is inhumanly powerful when going for a kill
Weapons: a kitchen knife
Weakness: Even though he is powerful, he is still mortal and has weaknesses of a normal mortal. He absolutely loves the chase when attacking his victims, which sometimes allows them to escape.
Other: He's a crazy psychotic serial killer of course. He is awaiting the day Jane comes in an attempt to kill him.
Much shorter than most of my CS's because bio and appearance were taken care of by a link, also I know how Jeff acts but not too much personal info.

Jingle Bell

Undercover:

Name: Jingle Bell (Commonly called Bell)
Undercover name: Melody Rain
Age: Unknown
Abilities:
Telepathy-She can speak into the minds of people around her so they can hear her speak.
Teleportation-She can teleport at will if she concentrates hard enough
Speed-She is very quick when running
Transparency (Wall Walking)- If she really concentrates in times of major danger she can become transparent and she can then walk through walls or let the danger pass through her (which will knock her unconscious if she uses this power so she RARELY uses it)
Sight-She has very sharp eyesight and can see farther than a normal person
Bio: When she was 7 she was kidnapped and a madman sewed her mouth together. She always had special abilities so she killed the man who turned her into a monster. When she was 14 she was killed by a policeman but the man who had sewn her mouth shut had also placed a curse on her that when she died she was cursed to roam Earth forever.
Weapons: Throwing daggers, Ninja stars, and sewing needles
Weakness:
Water-When touched by water she will be slightly burned. Only exception to this is rain and her tears.
Close Combat- She isn't very good at close combat
Breathing-With lack of mouth usage she can only breath through her nose making it hard for her to breath
Undead-Since she's undead she is easily offended by people judging her for that reason
Hearing-Due to her increase sight her hearing is slightly lowered.
Other: Smile.jpg

Laughing Jack

Name
Laughing Jack-in-a-box

Age
287, or rather that is how long he has been killing

Appearance
Jack is abnormally tall, standing at a even eight foot, and inhumanly thin. His lanky arms hang down passed his knees and his slender fingers are tipped by long claws which usually scrap against the ground. His skin is bleach white and his long messy hair is pitch black. His mouth is unnaturally large and his teeth are razor sharp, giving him a Cheshire cat like smile. He wears a black and white striped clown suit with suspenders connected to baggy pants that have bells attached to the end of them along with a pair of large boots and a striped clown nose. Another unsettling feature about him is his impossibly long tongue which like his clothes is striped black and white.

Abilities
-Able to stretch and bend his body in inhuman ways
-Capable of short range teleportation
-Able to left full grown men in one hand
-Wicked accordion player

Bio
"You want to know about little ol' me?!"

Weapons
No true weapons since he is basically a living one but he does carry around a bag of various colored candies that he offers his victims.

Weakness
Jack at his core is a clown, and that is this monster's down fall. He has a incontrollable need to preform for others which is how the few people that do manage to get away from him do. Such as if asked to he will juggle, do cartwheels, tell jokes and even sing. Another flaw of his is the need for him to know every joke, if he doesn't know one some people can even trick him into letting them go for it.

Other
Smile.jpg
"Pop goes the weasel!"

Lilly

Human:
Name Lilly
Age 17
Appearance
Personality: She is smart, very smart. Infact she skipped two grades and is already out of highschool. She is also kindhearted and trusting to a fault. She loves to be with people and can't stand to be alone.
Bio (can be TBR)
Skills *Extremely agile *Fast *stealthy *decent shot
Fears: *dark *heights *Laughing Jack
Equipment *Bow and Arrows *Flashlight
Other smile.jpg

Theme Song~~~~

Red Mac

Name:nobody knows his real name,so they just call him Red Mac.

Age:21

Appearance:a 6,5 black haired and red eyed Caucasian male,wears a leather jacket,and jeans,and almost always wears a gasmask,he has long hairl.

Personality:a insane ,but good hearted mercenary ,he enjoys quipping (even in the middle of a battle) and taunting his foes.

BIO:people never knew his name,much less where he came from,so the only bio he has is myths,some say he was part of a super soldier project befor escaping,others say he is a half breed between a human and a monster,but all we know for sure is,he is a mercenary he was hired to go to Dawson city to hunt a certain beast.

Skills:he is a powerfull illusion Mage ,and also a engineer .

Fears:Bees

Equipment:a ninjato made of an very tough alloy,also smoke granades, a Swiss army knife,a fusion powered laptop,and a sonic screwdriver-esque device used for picking locks.and a desert eagle
Other :smile .jpg

Ravecs

Name: Ravecs
Age: They age 27 times as fast as a normal human
Human Age: 513
Ravec Age: 19
Appearance: Looks like a human with four legs and four eyes. Both arms are just giant spikes that he can shoot. he has a red tint to his skin, and razor teeth that he can spin in his mouth. Bald. Looks like the guy from breaking bad in human form.
Abilitys: Shoot spikes from spike arms. Can travel very quickly, and can climb up walls. Can shapeshift to look like a human. Natural body armor makes them very, very durable; they can survive a small bomb.
Bio: Normally Ravecs are just beasts with no intelligence whatsoever, but every Ravec is born with a special ability that no other Ravec will ever get. He was given the ability to shapeshift into a human. Whenever in human mode, he can control his ravage savageness and hunger for meat. In Ravec mode, he thrists for blood and hungers for meat, and will chase down the nearest bit of it to the end of his life. He was born on a distant planet, and a cargo crew of future humans landed on his planet. Killed his pack, and so he shapeshifted into human and killed them all, then stole their ship and flew to Earth. He destroyed their ship when he landed, and found this place. he went in, and tried making freinds with the creatures in human form.
Weapons: Spikes arms and spikes.
Weakness: Very blinded by savageness towards meat, is taken back to the intelligence on a T-Rex when in Ravec form. Cannot jump very high.

Sally

Name: Sally
Age: ( I think she was 6 )
Appearance: *will add a pic when I'm on a computer* she has long curly brown hair and wears a pink dress.
Abilities: Stronger than average and has sharp nails. Does adorable count as an ability?
Bio: -will link later-
Weakness: she doesn't like to lose her teddy bear and will go nuts if she does. If someone can entertain her she may decide to let them live.

SCP-173

Name: SCP-173
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

Abilities: Moves very, very quickly and can snap your neck with swiftness
Bio: Unknown
Weapons: N/A
Weakness: Can not move in direct line of sight
Other: smile.jpg

Serenade

Name: Serenade
Age 18
Appearance


(Gender bender form)


Abilities: Teleportation
He appears to have some sort of teleportation power, as he can "appear" and "disappear" at will. He usually leaves behind flower petals while doing so. he can also break into any shelter his tergets may hide in.

Agility:
He is shown to be quite agile, like and assassin , and very quick with attacks. He can jump rather high aswell.

Weapons Expert
Smiley is proficient with a vast number of weapons. If it has been used to murder someone, he knows how to use it.

Florakinesis
Smiley has the abbility to manipulate flowers, such as creating razor-sharp flower petels out fo thin air, or magicaly having a boquet is his not-hands (as he calls them).
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters)
Weapons
Weakness He has been know to react badly to stab wounds, like if he gets stabbed his blood freezes and he goes unconscious for a unknown amount of time
Other: Before he was known as the smiling man, he was just a conscious with no name or body. He just existed. Then, in 2011, a group of people on an online chat room, inspired by stories of the slender man, decided to create an urban legend of their own to write stories about. The nameless shapeless thought form took on the appearance of the creature they created, and began systematically murdering off the writers. Due To The Slenderman taking his life once he went after the slenderman, but since forgave him and is now his ally.
smile.jpg

Slenderman

Name: Slender-man "slendy" Thin man Tall man Faceless Man
Age ???????
Appearance
Abilitys (don't go to God mode) Teleportation and Mind control
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters) nobody knows where it came from
Weapons (aka Knife if your Jeff) its tentacle appendages are quite deadly
Weakness (everything has a weakness) direct sunlight
Other Smile..jpg

The Observer

Name: The Observer
Age ????
Appearance [this appears on the ground while he teleports for a bit]
this is his actual appaerance oh wait NOBODY KNOWS heres a pic of his last apperance

Abilitys (don't go to God mode) Teleportation and the abilty to render electronics null can also hack extremely well
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters)
Weapons (aka Knife if your Jeff) None upon observation
Weakness (everything has a weakness) Can't directly interfere
Other smile.jpg
HES ALWAYS WATCHING

Trickster

Shoutout to Gunslinger-Of-Hearts on Deviantart for the character, since it was her who actually made the idea.
Link! to it's data.
Name: Trickster Beast, SCP number is unknown.
Age: Unknown.
Appearance:

Silly walk, for extra detail and for humour.

Abilities: After hearing the sound of sound of an entity, it can learn to mimic and manipulate the sound as it can respond to rhythmic sounds and morse codes without hesitation. It can make up for it's poor eyesight with it's hearing.
Bio: Unknown
Weapons)
◆ It has a desire to learn, mimic and manipulate any sound it hears and has used this ability to provoke/turn any nearby against one another at will.
◆ There are 6 holes (3 on both sides) of the neck which expel a hallucinogenic gas that causes those exposed to display signs of paranoia, savagery and chronic insomnia. The longer they are exposed, the more fatal it gets.
◆ It's large claws and teeth could easily rip through some materials and flesh, plus the long tail it can use to purposely knock others to the ground, sometimes even for a laugh. It's body looks like it could take quite a beating, but regeneration would be slow depending on the wound. For example, if it was a large and deep wound across the front right forearm, it could possibly go slower than a humans regeneration progress.
Weaknesses)
◆ If the temperature is above 0 Celsius, then it will make groaning sounds in protest before seizing and vomiting a sticky, mucus-like substance. It is not recommended to make direct skin contact with this, as its effects are unknown.
◆ It despises sound clips that contain buzzing, metallic scraping and dog whistle frequencies. These panic it into beating its head into the walls and floor until unconscious. If its attempts to do so fail, it becomes enraged and lashes out at anything in the surrounding area. It then releases the hallucinogenic gas from the 6 holes in it's neck. Simply playing soothing music until it is certainly unconscious would be enough to calm it, although that time could last up to 10 minutes - half a day. It is most common to fall unconscious after 10 to 15 minutes, no data has been saved where it has took longer.
Other: Smile.jpg

Zalgo

Name: Zalgo
Age he was the first creepypasta
Appearance ... unknown
Abilitys (don't go to God mode) cause people to attack each other by corrupting them Can Cause things to wither away and die.
Bio (put a link to a Origin creepypasta if using already made characters) [hider=Bio]Forgive the length of this message, this is the first and possibly the last time I’ll have access to a computer so I thought I’d better write this all down while I can and get it to those who should know. I’m leaving town; I don’t know where I’m going, I’m just getting as far away as I can.

Okay so as some of you may know, I took out a loan and opened my own auto shop a little over year ago. Business has been going decently well, I can’t complain, and I’ve always been grateful to all of my customers who would come to me exclusively when God knows there are so many already established places in town. I’ve been doing well enough that I was able to hire on my buddy Neil a few months ago, and he’s been working hard and helping out really well, as I always knew he would.

Well, I needed to take a day and go to a Lamaze class with Rebecca last month, and so I entrusted the shop to Neil for the morning and most of the afternoon. That’s the day I think everything actually started, because when I got back, he seemed to be in a stupor and was covered in oil. He’d even had some smeared across his face, as if he’d tried to drink it or something. I told him to go home and clean himself up because we had no clients at the moment and I could take care of anyone who came in for the time being.

He came back 45 minutes later but he was still much quieter than usual. He worked as well as he ever did, but something just seemed off about him. I asked him if anything happened while I was out and he just shook his head. I asked how many clients we had, and he just muttered something unintelligible. I asked him to repeat himself and he turned and glared at me and for the briefest moment I could’ve swore his eyes appeared to be completely black, no iris, no sclera, just utter all consuming blackness. I stumbled back and bumped a shelf, knocking things down. When I looked back at him, he was still looking at me, but he didn’t seem to be glaring hatefully the way he had before, he just seemed kind of…out of it.

“Just a couple,” he answered. “Some woman, and then a tattooed biker-type looking dude.” I assumed one of them must’ve asked for an oil change and that’s when he spilled it, so I asked if he had any trouble and he simply shrugged. I had looked around the garage while he was gone and I saw no traces of an oil spill, so whatever had happened he must’ve gotten it all on himself and none of it anywhere else, miraculously. But he seemed reluctant to talk about it, so I didn’t press the issue, and we worked on throughout the day. That day and the next were relatively normal other than him still being awkward and quiet. I asked him if he’d like to go out and get us lunch while I tended the shop and he said “sure.”

When he came back I was busy doing a diagnostic for a client, so he put the food on the counter in the office to wait for me and he went ahead and ate. I finished up with that customer, we’d have to keep her car over night to figure out just why it kept dying on her, so I asked Neil to give her a ride home and then I went to grab my food. He’d brought me some Chinese food and an iced tea, so I opened the soy sauce packets to pour some over my food when I noticed the strangest thing…

It was as if the soy sauce was a living thing somehow…spreading out like dozens of squirming inky black maggots when it fell into the fried rice and burying itself inside. I took the fork and started to scoop out the rice to look deeper inside and small smoky tendrils would rise from the rice occasionally and dissipate. I was incredibly hungry at that point but I was way too creeped out to eat that so I chucked it and the iced tea in the garbage and decided I’d just wait ‘til I got home that evening to eat something I’d prepared with my own hands. I’d never in my life seen anything remotely like that and I couldn’t even fathom how I would ask Neil if he’d noticed anything similar. As cold and distanced as he’d been lately I was sure he’d look at me like I was looney tunes, so I just shut up about it.

That Friday we went down to the ol’ watering hole as we always do to get some drinks and watch the local bands play, and Neil was just as quiet and distanced as he had been all week. He’s not a bad looking fellow, though, and so despite him not really going out of his way to speak to anyone, a woman went over to where he was sitting and started talking to him, and they ended up leaving together that night.

Monday morning I tried breaking the ice by asking how his weekend went, he gave me a nod and muttered “alright.” I asked him if he got lucky with that young woman I saw him with, and he gave me the smallest grin, which was quite possibly the first grin I’d seen on his face in a week, and said “it went well.” I didn’t pressure him for details, I knew he’d share if he chose to, and his small grin was enough to assuage my worries and lend me some hope that he might get back to his old self soon.

The day was relatively busy until about 3PM, so I finally had a spare moment to sit in the office and listen to the radio while I waited on the next client. So there I was, leaning back in my chair with my feet propped up on my desk when I swiveled around and looked at my bulletin board that sits behind my head with all manner of clippings stuck to it. I had a few sunday comic strips such as Garfield and Calvin & Hobbes that I’d read maybe a hundred times since I’d opened shop there…but that day something was different.

The first panel seemed normal, but in each subsequent panel, inky black tendrils crept out from the edges of the frame and from behind the characters. Blood dripped from the ears and eyes and sometimes even their noses, and in each of the strips one of the characters would say “HE COMES!”

I sat staring in astonishment for a moment before I realized the tendrils were moving ever so slowly, and then each of the characters’ heads turned ever-so-slowly towards me and I threw myself back away from the bulletin board, sliding over my desk and onto the floor. I ran out into the garage and yelled for Neil, I could not be the only one to see this! To my surprise, he had gone…and so I hesitantly walked back to the office and peered inside. The comics were still corrupted, but they no longer appeared to be moving. I crept over to it and reached out to pluck one of the comics free when I noticed the inky black tendrils starting to seep across the page towards where my fingers were at least three times as fast as they’d moved before and I jerked my hand away. Nothing good could possibly come from letting that blot of ink touch my skin.

Of course I ripped the entire bulletin board down, burned it in a tin trashcan out back, and never spoke of it again. That night I went home and my wife was already in bed, fast asleep. My mind was racing and I couldn’t even bring myself to eat dinner that night. With no one to vent my worries to, I fell into a restless sleep, and kept awaking to nightmare after nightmare seemingly every hour of the night until I just gave up on sleep entirely.

That Friday I went to the bar again, even though my wife couldn’t drink, being pregnant and all, and Neil wasn’t really any fun to hang with anymore, and none of my other friends could seem to be reached. I just needed to get a good buzz and I’d start feeling better, I reckoned. After downing a couple beers I excused myself to the restroom when I noticed I was more inebriated than I’d estimated, so I leaned over the sink to splash some water onto my face and that’s when I heard it. Like a sheet of fabric being dragged across a floor, a voice rasped ever so quietly out of the drain. It sounded like a prolonged exhale for the longest time until I finally recognized words hidden amongst all those vowels. “Heeee cooooomes!”

Cracks appeared in the porcelain, snaking out from the ring around the drain. At least, they looked like cracks at first…but after a few seconds I recognized them as the same tendrils of corruption I’d seen in the comics earlier that week…snaking their way slowly along. I stumbled backwards out of the bathroom door and right into someone’s chest. I turned around and stared up into the pitch black eyes of a six and a half foot biker with tattoos covering every piece of exposed skin besides his hands and head. I stumbled quickly away from him and his evil piercing gaze followed me as I retreated through the bar. It felt like a dream, where whenever you’re running for your life it feels like running through quicksand. As I walked across the room I noticed the biker wasn’t the only one staring at me. It seemed every pair of eyes in the place were focused on me, and more than half of those eyes appeared to be perfectly black, with no hint of iris or sclera. A few lips moved, and though I couldn’t hear their voices over the sound of the jukebox I could easily guess what they were saying. “He comes!”

I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.

I haven’t been getting much sleep for the past couple of weeks as a matter of fact, which I’m guessing those of you who’ve spoken to me recently could’ve guessed. I keep seeing those pitch black eyes staring at me. I’m afraid every one I see will turn and whisper those words to me, staring deep into my soul with that evil glare. Every time I go near a sink or go to grab a bite to eat I’m afraid I’ll see those inky snaking tendrils squiggling towards me. Even my wife has seemed cold and distanced lately.

Then tonight as I’m driving home from work, struggling to keep my eyes open so that I don’t drift into oncoming traffic, my cell phone rang and it was Rebecca. She was on her way to the hospital to have our baby, and for the first time in two weeks I was actually happy!

She was in the labor room strapped to a monitor when I got there, watching for her contractions. She barely noticed when I walked in, but didn’t seem startled when I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine. I tried talking to her, but she was unresponsive, and I was so tired I didn’t even realize I had started to drift off to sleep until the nurses came in and started moving her to the delivery room about a half hour later. I put on my scrubs and a hair net and went in with her to hold her hand and coach her through like they’d trained us in Lamaze, when she started cursing and screaming.

I was prepared for that, as well as her ever tightening grip on my hand, but when I saw the movement in her tummy my mind started to reel. The doctor said the baby was crowning and told her to push. I echoed his orders and she screamed at me with a voice I couldn’t begin to describe. When I looked down at her she was staring up at me with those same eyes I’d seen on the biker. The same eyes I thought I’d seen on Neil weeks before. I tried to jerk my hand away but she maintained her grip. Black tar-like blood splashed the front of the doctor’s scrubs, but he seemed to pay no heed. When I looked at her tummy again, black veins seemed to stand out beneath her skin, pulsating. She continued to stare at me, and she was no longer screaming, just grinning…those obsidian eyes boring into me.

“To invoke the Nezperdian hivemind of Chaos,” she breathed in a raspy voice.

“He who waits behind the wall,” the doctor continued as he stared down at the child, my child, lying silently, cradled in his bloodstained hands. He looked up and raised the baby, and it appeared to be covered in oozing inky black liquid, much like that that had covered Neil a couple weeks prior. It did not cry out, but it was alive, and it moved when he held it up. When its eyes opened, they were as black as my wife’s. As black as the doctor’s. In unison, they all breathed his name.

“Zalgo!”

I ripped my hand free of my wife’s iron grip and stumbled out of the room, barrelling into the nurses passing in the corridor just outside. When I stood up and looked back into the room, I could see the inky black tendrils seeming to extend from the doctor and my newborn, across the floor to where I stood. I turned and ran down the hall to the elevator and slammed my finger into the buttons. When I looked back, the tendrils had come into the hallway, yet no one else seemed to notice until it slithered over their feet and up their legs, at which point they abruptly stopped, turned and looked at me with those same obsidian eyes.

I abandoned my effort to call the elevator and broke into a panicked run for the stairs. I ran down the 15 flights of stairs all the way to the lobby, tore ass out into the parking lot, hopped in my car and started driving. I didn’t know where the fuck I was going, I just had to get the fuck away from there. I don’t know if I’m going crazy, it certainly seems like it, but I just can’t be around anyone I know anymore. They all have those same eyes and those same dead stares and even my child…oh god my baby.

I still saw those eyes staring at me from the cars beside me, and by some strange coincidence the same biker from the previous Friday night at the bar pulled up beside me an hour away from the hospital and followed me for nearly two miles. He’d turn and stare at me, grinning. I couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses this time but I knew it was the same guy. His tattoos seemed to move of their own free will, the flaming skull on his right bicep began bleeding from its eyesockets.

As soon as I could, I slammed on my brakes, allowing him to fly past me as I swerved to my left and did a U-turn. I think I lost him, that was about an hour ago. I’m at a motel 3 hours out of town, the first place I found that has wifi, and I’m tired, and I’m shaking, and my hand itches where my wife’s nails scratched me open. I honestly don’t know what to do, or who I can turn to. This story will sound insane and I’ll probably be institutionalized and I’m not sure that wouldn’t be the best thing for me but I just can’t bear to look into those eyes anymore. Every time I see someone new and they stare at me I start to panic because I know…I just know it’s out there looking for me, w̝̹̩͎͍̘h̪a͖̮͚̪͓t̩͍͎̣̱e̖̜v̪͈̹̥̟ͅe̤̖͙r̗̱̹ͅ ̲͕̳̟͓̰i͉̝̼̤̜̱t͕̼̤ ̝̱̮͕͔̤i̩̭̤̬s̩͇.̖͎̬̱

And even when I lay down and start to drift off to sleep, I̫̮̣̜͎ͭ̽ͪ̾̀́ͯͮ ͍̻̻̞̬̞̾̍̋ĥ̥̰̲̱͙̰̖̟̔ͧ̎ͤ͆͛̚e̦̪̭̙̎͌͐̅͌̄a̼͎͈̘̰̮̹͈͇ͣͪ̐͐ŕ̞̱̤ ̞̬̲̑t̖̠̠̗̱͊̾h̪͈̭̪͋ͨͥo̮̱̺̜͖̙̘͚͌ͧs͍͔̉̽ͥ͑͐͌e̯͍͎̗͕ͪ̈ͦ ͔̮͕͆́w͔̲͕͓̩̼̗͖ͦ̽̔ͅò̭͚̼̣̼̺̰̃̿ͭ͐̈́͋̆̇r̰̪̠͎̳͚̯͚̎̋̉d͚̦̭̟̯͚̹̘ͣ͌̄͂͊ͅs̟͍̗̹͕̫͎̈́̒͑ͨͫͨ͐̓̓.͕̠͍̪̙̹̣̘̿͋ͬ.̼̖̣ͥͮ̒ͬ̓́.̺͚͔̟͚̫̮̏̑͐ͯ”̗̦͍̗̝̠̼͉͔͍̺̱̠͉͇̟̳ͭ͆ͧ̌ͦͫ͂

H̺̼̞̼͇̮̖̭̗̳̳̣̜̦̬̟̻̄͐͗̎͂ͤ̄̌͆͂ͩ͑̿͛̏͂̇̚e͓͖̰̹̯̬͙̼͇̊ͯͫ̈̊ͩ̔ͣͤ̾͂ ̮̭̙̂ͪ̏̿ͫ̇̐̆͗̐͂ͮͣ̂C͔̪̣͊͋͑̆ͪͯ̍ͩ̎͌͛͋̆͑͗ͅo͍̭̟͎͓̹̖͔̱̼͉̪̪͕͖̭͐̇ͤͯ͛͂͛̅̔̓̋͒̊̐ͩm̯̭͖͚͇̯̠̫͔̼͔̟̯̪̲͛͐̈̃̀̈́́ͨ̽̔̏ͪ̅͐͐͗̂ͮ̔ê͎͚͎͇̣̟̺͇̲͉̱̫ͬ̒̐̉ͥ̐ͭͭͫ̔͐̈́ͨ͑ͪ̌s͉̫̥̬̠̤̭̙̿̑̃̾͒̌ͧ͛̍̚.̳̼̟̙̺̰ͩ͐̇̍̅ͮ̓̇̏̎͌̏͆ͤ̃̍ͨ̚ͅ”̩̺̘͓̯̹͉ͨͭ͑̌͂̐̋̃͊ͥ
Weapons (aka Knife if your Jeff) his a friking god for pete sake
Weakness (everything has a weakness) positive emotion Causes him to temporary lose his immortality but its rare to feel positive because his aura forces you to be negative
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[Saarebas]

Bloody Hell I'm done!

[The Slenderman]

thank you but serenade will rise above them all to be the king of all creepypasta creatures. Oh and also you forget serenadia