How to make a Creepypasta OCHere are some tips on creating an awesome creepypasta OC (but go off your own opinion of corse, these are just my opinions)More Like This
- If it's a human, don't give them animal features. (Tails, ears, etc.)
- Don't make them a cute, they're Creepypastas goddamnit
- Try your best to not make it look like yourself, it's too restricting in making a character based off of someone who actually exists
- Read your favorite Creepypastas and include the characteristics you enjoy in that story, into your character
- DONT go over-board or under-board. Try to make them in between, give them strengths and weaknesses, don't make them invincible and don't make them just really sad all the time. (This includes physical features)
- Give them multiple attitudes and moods
- Make sure they have a reasonable and awesome motive
- Creepypastas are not anime, so don't make them anime characters. Just. STAP.
- Give them a kink, something that is unique to only them. Don't make them generic
- Also, don't copy already-exis
Zero - CreepypastaMore Like This
A young girl with carmel colored hair and green eyes sits in her front lawn, the warm summer sun beating down on her pale skin covered in bruises. To think, this sweet young girl was being violently hit by her peers just hours before. Alice was her name, she was a kind and intelligent girl but didn't seem to have many friends, so she often spent time alone creating her own friends, imaginary friends if you will. She had so many of these friends, in fact, she had to name them all numbers just to keep track. Out of them all there was one that stood out in particular, her name was Zero. She was the very first of Alice's imaginary friends, created to protect Alice from all of her bullies. Whenever they would tease or physically beat her, Zero was there to take care of them. They were best friends and spent everyday together, telling her stories, jokes and even make fun of Alice's neighbor who was in charge of watching her when her parents had to go out on business. Life wasn't so lo
Ticci Toby x Male!Killer!ReaderRequested by... er... someone? Sorry ):More Like This
[M/n] - male name
[M/n] is an outcast. He didn’t care, people left him alone, and that’s how he likes it. [M/n] is a lone wolf. He didn’t need anyone, he’s always been alone, he’s used to it. [M/n]’s parents don’t care. How is someone suppose to care when they’re dead? [Mn] is a killer. the kills calm him, and it makes him feel better. [M/n] is a lone wolf, loner outcast, killer. It’s how he’s survived. That’s how he likes it.
[M/n] sat in his room, on his bed, staring at the empty wall. His suitcases sat, un open, on his dresser. Another foster home. Another couple that didn’t care about him. Sure, they’ll act like they care. But they don’t. No one cares. [M/n] learnt this the hard way. This foster home already has four kids.
Hoodie x Reader~ Rain Brings Mud (Major Fluff)(Hoodie’s P.O.V.)More Like This
I breathed in the steam that clouded our shower like a sauna in a mystical oriental land. Showers are awesome at the end of the day, especially when you and your girlfriend get into a play fight... in the mud.. in a forest… and you’re drenched in muck.
But, it doesn’t matter to me. We had fun. And it’s been a while since I tickled her like crazy like that. And by a while I mean, it’s probably been a couple hours since our… mud mishap. I just can’t help myself though, her laughter literally gives me life.
I smiled when I noticed the smeared dirt all over the shower from when my little angel cleaned herself earlier. She is already ridiculously cute on her own, but when she’s all muddy she looks even cuter. The stupid gin had left itself plastered on my face as I got to work with the rest of the mud on my dirty body, all my thoughts of her.
The shrieking squeak of the water handle ran out as I turned it off. Drow
Poison. (Slenderman x Reader)"Please, Slendy! Just one?"More Like This
"For ze last time, nien and don't call me zat!" He looked down at your pleading face, then to the contents in your hands and almost gave into your request at the look on your face. No! Damnit, he was Slenderman, a man of many different names, who killed people and little kids with no guilt or regret. He was not about to give in just because you begged and batted your eye-lashes at him with that pout on your cute little face. Though, it was rare to see you beg since you were more the demanding-
Oh how the-! How the hell did you even manage to get your eyes that big?
He took a step back as you took one forward, shoving what you held in his face. Which it proceeded to twist up and if it were seeing able the expression would e un-readable. He put his each of his glove hands on your shoulders and applied pressure, pushing you back out of his personal space.
His covered eye twitched as you pleaded one more time. "Please!~ It won't kill you, Slendy."