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Dismembered and disappointed content!!!

If you haven’t read the story yet, here’s the link

Little fun facts about Alex Somnia Part 1. I’ll hopefully make more content about her character as well, so if you’re interested definitely keep an eye out for that.

Alex is 5’3

Her MBTI type is INTP-T

Because she was dismembered, sometimes her limbs fall off and she has to reattach them. Since she’s just a ghost it’s fairly easy.

She’s able to change the way people see her, meaning she could become invisible OR turn into a pure black shadow-like silhouette of herself.

Instead of killing her victims immediately, she usually engages with them first. She doesn’t actively seek out people, but when she does stumble upon them, one example of something she’d do is start a mildly confusing conversation. She does this just to see how the people she’s come into contact with will react. She enjoys studying their behavior.

As far as abilities go, she possesses the ability to change her appearance (as mentioned earlier), telepathic communication, she can phase through physical objects and people as needed, and she’s very good with deception + deciphering the truth from other people. Basically, mind reading. She uses this ability very often when engaging with victims.

Just to keep this one short I’ll stop here for now, but it’s likely that I’ll be posting more parts to this series <3.

[sweetangel-arts]

The roses stared back

this is a collaboration between me and my friend @ajbtl

I very highly recommend you read her part first. Her writing and art are absolutely beautiful! part one-> dismembered and disappointed

Time to head back? -> master list

Angel Somnia. Everyone called her Angie tho. She wasn’t always quiet. There was a time where she was loud,her smile lit up rooms. She was the first to raise her hand and the first to offer to clean up. That was Angie before the cracks began to show. Before her parents started to argue. Before her voice was lost in the deafening sound of them wanting control. They wanted her to pick a side. They hated when she stood by her sister instead. Her art became her voice. She could draw the fights without anyone knowing the context. Angie sat quietly in the fights. She loved her sister, but she was terrified to speak out. So she just watched. It was one of her flaws. She shut down when it came to those things. Angie wished she could help her sister more. She wished.. she had done something more. Angie had trained her body to wake up to the sounds of knocking. Whether it her door or Alex’s. That’s why she woke up when their father knocked on Alex’s door. That’s why she watched from the corner as they left an hour later.

At dinner she questioned her mother. “Where is he taking her?” The sounds of cutlery stopped. The silence grew louder. “Oh my sweet girl.. you’re so much better than your rotten sister. Just behave. And you won’t have to worry about it.”

That wasn’t an answer Angie was more confused than ever. What did she mean? What was going on? That night she waited by the window nearest to the door and in view of the driveway. Her mother had been bed for a few hours now so it was just Angie alone with her thoughts. Around 3:21am bright lights blinded her,the family car backing into the driveway. She ran to the door, her footsteps heavy and loud on the creaky wood. She was out the door before he could even walk up the driveway. “Where is she?!” Her voice loud and heavy. “Where’s Alex?!”

“that’s not your business, little lady.” He grabbed her arm and roughly tugged her into the house. She struggled, she had found her voice and she was not backing down now. “It is my business! Where is my sister?! What did you do to her?!” She was breathing heavy from anger like she wanted to scream. her father was still walking away towards his room after he had released her. “Listen here. Girl. Unless you want to end up like her. You’ll keep your mouth shut.” his voice was low, threatening.. no.. that wasn’t a threat. That was promise. One that had Angie quiet in a moment. Her silence grew louder over the weeks. Every night Angie would stand in the doorway of her sister’s room. Staring aimlessly at the empty bed, the drawings covering the walls. Their creations. She only left when dark figures started dancing in her vision. During the day, she stared at their father when he told a lie. Every time he said Alex ran away she would look up and stare with cold, dead eyes. ‘I know’ her eyes read.

Angie had enough. She was tired of pretending like she didn’t know what her father did… well she didn’t know. But that wasn’t the point. She knew he did something and she was going to find Alex’s body. it was 12am. Angie dressed herself in a tank top, shorts, and two sets of arms warmers. She put on her running shoes as well. She packed a flashlight and her inhaler before sneaking out the house. She assumed he took Alex to the forest. About hour of a drive but a two hour of walking. It was infamous for its haunting. The countless stories that came out those trees. But Angie remembers it as the forest her and Alex played hide n seek in the dark. She missed those times.

she was exhausted and shaking by the time she made it to the forest. Angie knew she couldn’t give up. She needed justice. Alex deserved justice.

she walked in. About a mile in she felt eyes on her. She held her flashlight defensively. “Who’s there?”

‘crunch’

her blood went cold, knees locking her place. “the forest isn't for tourists” a voice spoke next to her ear. A breathless gasp left her before a scream ripped through her chest, painfully so after not talking for so long. Angie whipped around to see a boy who was bleached white. His wide eyes staring at her with that big carved smile. She screamed even louder and kicked him straight in the stomach on instinct.

she took off running deeper into the forest, once that.. thing? Human?! Whatever he was started following after her after doubling over in pain. Angie tripped over a tree root that snapped her knee. “Ah!” She cried out in pain which was the least of her worries when she started tumbled into the ditch below, her leg twisted unnaturally on the way down. Below was filled with roses and thorns. Her body effectively being tangled in them as if they were alive, they curled around her neck, stabbed at her eyes, trapped her legs and arms. She wanted to scream in agony yet only breathless gasps and wheezes left her. It turned into pain gurgles as blood pooled in her mouth. She hated the iron taste. They also said their hearing was the last thing to go when you died. Angie was scared of dying, she begged in her head to keep hearing the wind. To hear the leaves crunching keeping further and further away. Yet, everything went silent. Just like her mind. Just like her heart.

Jeff watched the girl below in the ditch. Scratching his head. “Hey Ben..”

“what up?” A voice came from his phone in his pocket. “A girl just died here. Can we do a report on her in case she comes back like that other one?”

“You got it!” Ben replied.

Angie woke up, the sky dark. She choked and coughed, wheezing. She reached for her inhaler and took two pumps desperately. she laid there for a new moments. “I need to get up..” she said to no one. Angie didn’t realize as the thorns untangled them from her body. Most did at least. She got up and dragged herself out the ditch. ‘When did I lose my shoes?’ She thought. That wasn’t important she still had to find Alex. She walked deeper into the forest. Roses followed. Their eyes opening and looked around frantically.

Lara hummed in the mansion, adjusting her roses when she noticed more growing. “Do we have anyone who can grow plants?” She asked loudly for anyone to answer.

“Not that we know of.” Many voices said back.

“Well there’s-“ she screamed as she looked back at her roses. Eyes of black, blue, and brown staring at her. All the roses were staring back at everyone. Just then the doorbell rang then it was opened.

there stood Angie, a bloodied mess. Her leg dragged behind her. The roses in her hair and the one in her socket all turned to stare up at the tall faceless person in front of her.

“have you seen Alex?”

Angie is 14 and has been dead for two years. Shortly after her arrival, Angie did eventually find her sister Alex. They roam the forest but sleep at the mansion. Angie follows ej around, she loves watching him and nurse Ann and is constantly asking medical related questions. She also likes animal planet. Has asthma and is addicted to strawberry flavored anything. She hates Jeff with her guts after he chased her and intentionally but unintentionally caused her death? note: not my actual stand on Jeff. I have grown to love that creature. Tis my son now. Ej is my comfort character

Time to head back? -> master list

[ajbtl]

THIS IS ANGIE’S STORY!!! If YOU are seeing this you should go read it 100%, it’s really good and awesome so definitely go check it out <3

[ajbtl]

Hi!!! This is based on an OC for the Creepypasta community I have. I’ve been in it for awhile so I wanna finally contribute and make something of my own.

One mild trigger warning for the drawing of this character, is cut skin is shown. I’ll try and add it at the end so it’s easy to avoid.

Also, here’s the story for Angie written by my dearest beloved twin @sweetangel-arts <3

The roses stared back

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Dismembered and Disappointed.

-A.J.B.T.L

Alex Somnia, a teenage girl at the age of 14.

Growing up she was this bright, kind, sweet kid. As she got older though…she rottened. That’s what her family would say, anyway. The only member she could rely on was her sister, Angie Somnia. Angie grew up to be more docile, watching from the sidelines as Alex turned into the “stereotypical teen”..but it was much more than that.

She’d turned after years of dealing with her childish parents, her father specifically. All he would do was complain. Her grades were never good enough, whether they were straight A’s or stuck at average. He’d judge her constantly, and it ruined Alex’s perception of reality…or…it opened her eyes to the real world too early. Her mother too, though slightly more manageable, played a part in what Alex came to be. They couldn’t accept what she’d turned into, clueless to how it happened. Their naivety sickened her, she couldn’t handle being around them. They had driven one of their two daughters away.

See, Alex didn’t have any problems outside the house, it was in the house that was the problem. Her teachers approved of her, her friends loved her..she hoped, and she always got along with strangers when spoken to. It was almost like that house tore her soul apart.

…

Pencil scratches against paper.

Alex was drawing again, she loved to draw. It was the one thing that she could keep a part of herself. Downstairs was the distant yelling of her parents fighting. She had grown used to it. Her parents fight every day, and she often wonders why they’re still married. Her head was filled with images that were hard to decipher, and music that flooded her ears. Her hands didn’t even shake anymore at the external noises coming from downstairs. Only when she heard a knocking on her bedroom door, did she look up. She didn’t need to take the headphones off, she always kept one ear uncovered to listen….just in case.

“Angie?”

Alex knew who it was, Angie was the only person who ever knocked. The door cracked open

“Hi.”

Spoke Angie, with this little grin on her face. Alex pat the space beside her on her bed, and so Angie walked over and joined her sister.

“What are you drawing?” Asked Angie, watching the pencil.

Alex hummed, showing her the drawing.

“Do you like it?”

Roses. Alex always struggled with them, but they were Angie’s favorite flower…so Alex was determined to get her hands to work. She’s getting better.

Angie smiled, gently tracing the lines on the paper “Roses? I thought you hated drawing Roses.”

So Alex replied “I do.”

Pause

“But you like it when I do…so..”

Alex didn’t really know why she felt so obligated to learn. Alex..didn’t understand her emotions- they were always strange. Even as a little kid she pondered why people behave a certain way. Only recently, had she stopped pretending to be normal. She refused to.

Alex carefully tore the page out, and handed it to her sister. “Here ya go.” She said, prodding the paper at Angie, who took it with amusement glinting in her eyes. Alex noticed, which brought a small smile to her face.

They talked for a little while, the two sisters lost in their creativity and the drive to create. It didn’t last long…ending when the front door slammed. Alex didn’t react other than a brief glance up from her paper. Angie watched more closely, though she too had minimal reaction. They were used to this by now. Alex audibly sighed when she heard her father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opened, and there he stood. They looked at him in silence.

…

“What are you doing?” He asked, standing in the doorway. It sounded like he was clearly trying to suppress anger, as if attempting a civil conversation. Alex was sure it’d change soon, and he’d give up. Alex spoke. “Drawing.” She said, holding up her sketchbook. “What happened?” She was aware her parents had just fought, just wondering why. After a moment of just looking at her, he sighed and spoke, more irritated. “Your mother..I can’t live with her anymore.”

“Then get a divorce”

…Is what Alex would say, if being truly blunt was allowed. She didn’t say anything, just looked at him. She didn’t even glance at Angie, skeptical that if she did- his attention would shift to her. Alex didn’t like it when he bugged Angie. She knew how to deal with him herself, and so Alex and her father fought much more often than the other daughter did.

He stood there another moment..before turning and leaving. He left the door open, which caused Alex to huff, and throw the nearest plushie at it. She aimed, and let the force of the plushie hit and close the door for her.

……

2am.

Alex is on the verge of passing out. This is rare, because Alex never sleeps earlier than 3am, unless she has to wake up early. Usually it’s 4am..5am…maybe even 6, before her body has finally crashed. Today, however, she had fallen nearly asleep early. She hears the familiar sound of footsteps, and her eyes open…listening. She knows who they belong to, they’re her fathers. He, once again without knocking, pushed her door open.

“Alex.”

So she sat up, looking at him with the same vague, dead expression she had. It was especially bad when she spoke to him. “…?”

He leaned against her doorframe. “You know, your mother.. I don’t know what to do about her.”

“Heeerree we go.” Alex thought to herself. Meanwhile, her expressions did not change, as if she were listening to him.

“She just needs to have everything her way” he continued. “I mean- every little thing and she fights about it. She does it to you, to me, to Angie..” he continued. Alex didn’t want to listen anymore, it fekt like an earworm crawling through her skull.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but today……” And….he lost Alex completely. She wasn’t listening, absently watching him. She learned how to act like she’s paying attention. She’s been listening to his complaining and vents for years now. She’ll nod occasionally when his expression shifts, and look away sometimes to make it seem as if she’s thinking about what he’s saying. As a young kid, she used to listen, but she doesn’t find it to be her responsibility anymore. She doesn’t believe she should be the one worrying about his problems.

“And you….” He began to shift the topic “You need to learn more respect” That snapped Alex back to listening again. The audacity he had to use her as a therapist one minute, and then complain about her the next was astonishing. He continued “I see you talking back to her all the time, and you do it to me too. When someone says something, you need to listen to them.” Alex would listen if she deemed them worth listening to. She listens to her mother, who…while she is unstable, does treat her better. She can have a civil conversation with her mother. She’s lost all respect for her father, though. She couldn’t tell them that, so she nodded.

“I don’t talk back to mom-” She defended, her voice monotone. She knows it’s useless to even try, but she’ll do it anyway. She doesn’t know why, but she can’t stand sitting there and not saying anything.

“Just shut up, and do what I tell you. Understand?” His voice interjected, firm and now more irritated. Alex said nothing, she just waited for him to leave, tuning him out again.

“You know- ever since you turned 10 you’ve been nothing but an asshole. What happened??? You stopped talking to me, you stopped being around the family, and you’re just disrespectful and ungrateful.” Alex squinted. “What did I do?” He just ignored her, continuing his rant “you’re gonna grow up and move out one day, and the real world won’t accept you if you act like this.” Again, she asked. “Dad, what did I do??? Just tell me.”

He resumed the rant about her mother, ignoring her once again. She got tired of listening to him. “Dad, can you stop? It’s not my job to listen to you about these things, I can’t help you.” He just looked at her for a moment. “Your mother told me you wanted us to get divorced.” Alex paused at his words. She did believe it’d be the most logical thing to do, but she never said she wanted it to happen. “Well, realistically you never should’ve gotten together. You don’t need me to tell you that.” He nodded comically, waving his hands around like some maniac. “Okay, yeah, so all the effort I put in for this family to keep it together should just go to shit then? Is that what you want??! You think it works like that?!?!” Alex didn’t even get to reply, as he kept yelling. “You know I can just give up on you, leave you alone. Is that what you want?!?! You need to stop talking to her. Do you just hate me or something??? What is it???”

Alex does hate him, but she’s never made it truly clear. She treats them both the same way, except she takes her mother more seriously. Part of her does feel like maybe she should care a little more..yet she’s unable to force that response. She couldn’t mimic that emotion, because she wasn’t even sure about how she was supposed to act. How is a teenager supposed to react to it’s father rambling about things it can’t control? Is it supposed to cry? Is it supposed to know how to help? Is she wrong for having lost the feeling of obligation to worry about the things he told her? That response didn’t come naturally for her anymore, not with him. It almost felt as if her parents had programmed her to think logically above all else.

“No..I don’t, but what do you want me to do? I can’t help you.” He scowled when she spoke, pointing a finger directly at her face. “You need to get your act together, are you on her team or mine???” Alex didn’t respond, she just waited for him to leave..again. This time he did, only after a few moments of silence.

…..

Ever since she was a little girl, she’s been taught to “act right”. She’s been told to make her voice sound higher, wear certain things, like certain things, act a certain way- stuck under her fathers thumb. He’d make the bad things that happened to her about him, like the cuts on her thighs. It sickened her when he pretended to feel sorrow at seeing them. It sickened her when he hugged her minutes after fussing. It made her skin want to rip itself off when he did…anything, because it all felt so staged and fake to Alex. She knew who he really was, a control freak. He was a manipulator, a big child who thought he was better than everyone just because he could .

Alex just wanted him to be fair. She wanted to be treated like a person, and she wanted Angie to be treated fairly too. She could never understand how Angie managed to watch it all passively. It made Alex’s blood boil.

The fights had grown more frequent recently. Not between her parents, but between Alex and her father. They were over little things…or…she assumed they were…though she wasn’t sure of anything anymore, she didn’t remember the last time she really was. He’d make a fuss when she didn’t blindly listen to him, he’d make a fuss when her parents did fight, and she defended her mother because he was acting up. He’d make a fuss when she got irritated at having to do his laundry for him…or take trash from his room for him, or take dishes from his room for him. She wouldn’t mind, if he didn’t act so demanding about it. It was like he was entitled to her service. Vent one minute, shame the next, and finally finish her off with a bunch of tasks because she “owes him.”

One night, it got bad.

It got so bad, her mother didn’t try to defend her.

It got so bad Angie hid when she watched.

It got so bad, Alex grew shrill and full of fury.

She didn’t want to be beat down like something less than she is, she won’t take it anymore.

“You’re being cruel, I’m doing my best..-!” Alex spoke, louder and firmer than she usually did. She didn’t want to yell, she wanted to keep the conversation intelligent, instead of just a screaming match. It proved to be difficult.

“Oh shut up, you’re just a kid. You aren’t doing enough!!!” He yelled back.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a person!!! Being dad doesn’t mean you’re always right!”

“I am always right, and you’ll shut up and do as I tell you!!!”

Her father was a hypocrite, he never let other people try and communicate.

He expected the highest performance from Alex, entering high school. She’d gotten one less A grade than he demanded. To be truthful, Alex had been struggling lately. Her mind only grew more and more unfocused and vague each day. Sometimes she had trouble deciphering what was real and what was fake, because of the sheer stress gnawing at the back of her head. He didn’t believe her, he told her she was just lazy. Now that the consequences were evident, he wouldn’t accept them.

“Dad- I’m tired.!! I work so hard every day and you just expect it from me! I’m still a human- I’m not perfect!!!”

Her mother had tried to stop them from fighting, though her voice was drowned out by their anger. She eventually stepped back and left the house. Alex didn’t really know where she went, and she wasn’t focused on it. She wasn’t aware that would be the last time she saw her mother….her mother unaware it would be the last time she saw Alex.

Angie would watch from the side, hidden as she listened. The anger in Alex’s voice was unmatched. She sounded feral, nothing like the husk of a human she acted like before. Well..Alex wasn’t always that way. Even if born with strange tendencies, she wasn’t cruel. Her lack of expression was the result of her father’s repeated emotional abuse at a young age.

The fight continued, and it escalated to other topics. How disrespectful Alex was…how hypocritical her father was…how helpless her father was…how helpless she was…all the way to the family dynamic. Alex said out loud what no one really wanted to admit.

“You’re just mad mom doesn’t even fucking love you!!!” She yelled. “And I don’t blame her!!! You’re crazy, you’re only nice when it benefits you!! I’m sick of it!! We’re all sick of it!!!!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!! You’d be nowhere without me!!! I make the money in this household!!! Your mother’s just a bitch!!!!”

Alex and Angie’s mother…

She…had these mood swings that were hard to deal with..though nowhere near as difficult as his.

Their mother was no saint, but Alex remembered her fondly- even if bittersweet.

Her mother was the one who’d listen to her rants about her interests..

Her mother was the one who’d buy her things..

Her mother was the one who, while sometimes rude about it, would help her clean up when Alex’s mind wouldn’t get quiet.

Most importantly, Her mother was the one who’d be able to talk to her children, and gain closure after an argument. As strange as her mother was, Alex preferred her heavily.

“Don’t fucking say that!!!! She’s not a bitch, you just stress her out!!! You’re worse!!” Alex defended.

“Bullshit!!! And you know what??? I’m not fucking obligated to take care of you or Angie!!! You just assume I will!!!!” He roared back, just throwing words he knew would upset her..and they did.

“Don’t you fucking bring Angie into this!!!!! She didn’t do shit wrong!!! You can go fucking die for all I care!!!!”

“You want me to die?! Is that what you want?!”

“I don’t care what the hell happens to you, you’re a monster!!!”

….

6am, the next day.

Alex was woken up to the sound of knocking on her door. She initially assumed it was Angie…though..the knocking was too harsh to be hers. It was unlikely for Angie to be awake anyway. She barely had time to rub her eyes when the door opened. There stood her father.

“Hey.”

she cracked her eyes open to look at him. “…What?”

Why was he waking her up so early?

“Get dressed, we’re going somewhere.”

She squinted…

“..Where are we going..?”

“On a drive, I need to talk to you.”

Alex didn’t want to go on that drive, but she knew she had to. Normally she’d assume he just wanted to scold her again…but..something didn’t feel right. She nodded.

“How much time do I have?”

“As long as you need.” He answered, turning to leave and closing the door.

..A drive….with an unspecified destination. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt very reluctant to get in that car. Her reluctance felt beyond the usual remaining anger after a fight…this was different..more primal.

She had no choice but to go.

Alex got up, and she got clean before putting her clothes on. She decided to wear her favorite shirt as a source of comfort, the shirt being a long sleeved red and dark blue striped shirt. She put it on, letting the loose fabric hang comfortably on her form. She wore jeans, and her usual converse. After fixing her face lightly, she took her phone and headphones with her. She..turned to take a final look at her room. She feels a gut wrenching sickness as she forced herself to turn. It felt like her body knew something she didn’t. She felt that way very often..but she’d never felt this before specifically.

She made it outside and got in the passenger seat, finding that her father was waiting for her in his truck. He asked “ready?” And she nodded.

He put it in drive, and left the driveway.

Hidden again, this time from both of their knowledge…Angie watched, tilting her head as the red truck left.

…

They drove for around maybe an hour, though time felt stretched with tension. Her father spoke the whole time, though…he didn’t complain at all. He wasn’t talking about her…or mom….or Angie. He just talked about a video he watched. Something about history, she was too distracted to fully pay attention. She watched out the window, as buildings started to lessen, until they disappeared completely. She turned her head to look at him. She started to come to a conclusion she didn’t like, and she felt her skin crawl.

…”Where are we going?” She asked, her voice kept monotone as it always was.

He didn’t answer, just went quiet for a minute.

The truck stopped, in a field. Next to the field stood a tall forest, and she looked up at the trees, humming. Alex did always enjoy the sight of nature, despite rarely getting to bask in it. Her father liked to hunt, but she could never imagine such a thing. She liked the animals that lived, she didn’t want to kill them. She figured arguing over that was pointless, and it’s not her place to judge something that “small” anyway.

Her father parked the vehicle, and unbuckled his seat belt. He looked at her and said “come on, you’re coming with.” Something about the look in his eyes further confirmed the conclusion she didn’t like. She wouldn’t be making it home. Alex hoped she was being paranoid again, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the truck.

Her shoes met the grass, but she didn’t let herself look for too long, wanting to keep her eyes on him instead. He stopped talking, going through something in the backseat. She stood and waited, looking around. Nowhere to be seen were there any buildings…or people. Nothing but tall grass, and a forest. She looked back at him, when she heard his footsteps. The sound of footsteps quickly turned into the sensation of being grabbed and shoved. Alex hit the ground, and looked up to find him standing over her with what seemed to be an axe.

..”I am so sick of you” he spat. He moved to place his foot on her stomach, but Alex was too quick. She took off running into the forest. Running in the field was pointless, but she figured she might be able to hide among the trees. She had expected this, which was the only reason she was able to get up so fast. She could hear his footsteps approaching behind her, and his yelling as he tried to swing. Alex weaved through the trees, faster than ever before. Her life depended on how she acted in this very moment. She’d change direction, duck under things, and even throw rocks at the man chasing her..but Alex could only run for so long. It was pointless to scream, so the only sounds that came from her were winces from being caught on branches, and pained whimpers as she fled. She lost him, but eventually her body gave out. In a final attempt to escape, she began moving much more quietly…which she had to sacrifice speed for. She kept herself hidden behind trees, listening for him. It didn’t last very long. He caught sight of her form, and caught up to her. She screamed finally as she grabbed her shoulder and struck her waist, only enough to leave a dent. Then she was pushed over, left to attempt at crawling. It was pointless though, and she knew it. Her eyes widened as she saw the axe go up, and then come crashing down on her body. It started with her knees..then her hips…then he swung for her elbows. She fought the whole time, attempting to throw anything she could find once again. She hit him maybe once with a rock, which made him swing harder. Her screams of agony filled the empty forest, echoing through the trees. No one would hear her voice as it died out slowly. No one would know as her father chopped apart her body one limb at a time, her favorite shirt left bloody and ripped apart, It would never be put on fresh and clean again.

Alex’s body parts were stuffed into a black trash bag, which was tied and then left on the forest ground. He didn’t even bother burying her, turning and leaving his dead daughter, leaving her dismembered..and disappointed.

….

Tic

The sound of leaves crunching under the footsteps of someone in the forest passed the bag by, the person whom they belonged to pausing. He looked around…the smell of blood was strong in the air. He initially assumed the scent came from his own form, but he couldn’t ignore the way it grew more prominent.

..He decided to follow the scent, wondering what could have possibly died so brutally. His neck cracked and popped as he found the source. A black bag.

..

He looked around, and then back at the bag. Now that he’s found it, he needs to know what’s inside. He should really get back home, but the suspense pulled him closer anyway. Crouching down, his hatchets hit the forest ground quietly, and his bloody hands reached for the bag. As the bag opened, he peeked inside…and then reached inside.

..A hand, he recognized the feeling of holding such an item. He pulled the hand out of the back, to find it had been brutally separated from it’s owner. The skin was fair, and now had a dead hue to it. The lack of blood flow was familiar to him, he’d seen it before. He set the hand back in the bag, glancing around. Then he felt it, a voice in the back of his conscience.

“Bring it home.”

So…he did. Joints cracking once more, he re-tied the bag and picked it up as he stood. He took his hatchet with him, and continued his journey home.

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Alex felt a strange sensation…buzzing, like when your limb falls asleep- only hers…weren’t attached anymore. Alex…can feel again. Then came the excruciating pain that followed. She awoke, finding herself in…some sort of dark room, with bright lights shining over her body. Is she at the hospital? How could she survive something like what she’d been through? She could only scream, re-experiencing the feeling of her limbs being detached. She found that she could not move, though she could feel she’d been sewn back together. Her voice sounded awful, torn apart and broken. It was a miracle she could make noise at all, her head having been chopped off. Then she saw something…or she assumed she did. A limb, an arm to be specific. The arm looked odd though, with gray skin and stitches all over. A woman’s voice spoke, however Alex could barely understand her. The hand that she saw gently pinched her chin, and she was moved to see who stood over her. A tall woman, with gray skin and dark brown hair…and these..intriguing eyes. Black sclera, and bright red irises. Alex had never seen anything like it, and she wondered if maybe this was the afterlife somehow…but she felt too limited for that to be the case. Surely there’d be more after death, than being strapped to what felt like an operating table, with a strange person above her. The woman clicked her tongue, and somehow Alex could tell she’d done it despite her lack of understanding. The woman’s voice was muffled as she spoke, a black medical mask covering her mouth. Most of it was impossible for Alex to catch, but she did catch the words “better off……reverse……bury..”. The woman shook her head slightly, closing Alex’s pained eyes with her fingers. The last thing she saw was the name tag on the woman’s black dress.

Ann.

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She awoke again, only this time she wasn’t strapped to anything..her body wasn’t as pained either. Not at all, in fact. She was out in the forest again…and she sat up. She felt..different. She almost felt lighter, and she took notice of the fact she was able to move again. Her body had been stitched back together after all. She got up from the ground she woke on, and stopped when she saw a patch of dirt that seemed to deliberate to be coincidental. She knelt down, observing that a few flowers had been left. It became obvious now, that someone was buried there. Alex wondered if it was her own body under that dirt. She stood up, and not knowing what else to do…she began walking. She wasn’t sure of where she was going, but she saw something in the distance. Lights, from a building….in the middle of the forest? As she got closer, she took notice of the size of the building. A mansion stood tall, beckoning her closer….so closer she approached. She felt as if she were being watched, but in that moment it didn’t bother her as much as it probably should have. She kept walking until she made it to the front steps. She stepped up to the front door…and knocked. The door opened, and the boy who opened it looked around. He felt strangely familiar, and she just assumed he was in the weird memory with that woman she had earlier. His neck popped, a twitch. Could he..not see her.? She waved at his face and got no response.

..”must be my schizophrenia again.” He muttered, turning and shutting the door. She decided to slip in past him before he could lock her out. Inside she was met with….many creatures of all kinds. Mostly people…yet…very strange, they were. None of them reacted to her, so she decided to roam the halls of the mansion. Maybe this was her existence now, a ghost haunting a mansion in the forest. She didn’t let that thought bother her. She could sense a difference between her, and the living people surrounding her..a difference in energy. Searching the halls, she paused when she was met with…another ghost’s presence? It had to be…somehow she knew it was. Following that sensation, she found a girl with long brown hair playing. She had to be around seven…and she had this little pink dress that made her stand out among the other, much darker themed people she saw. The girl was running around, giggling, and she stopped when she passed Alex. The girl turned around, and Alex was met with the sight of bright green eyes, and a face covered in blood. It seemed as if the girl’s head had been bashed into. Poor girl…Alex wondered what happened to her. The girl smiled, and waved, before resuming her running, scurrying off to another part of the mansion. Alex watched, and then was met with more confusion when a tall man ran through her form, as if she weren’t there. She watched as he chased the girl. She assumed they were playing tag, and watched his long black hair disappear down another hall.

Then, behind her, she felt someone watching the back of her head. She turned to find a very tall man…he must’ve been over seven feet. He had no face, his skin pale white. He wore a suit and stood with an authority that matched his voice when he spoke.

“I’ve been expecting you.”

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Dismembered and Disappointed

-A.J.B.T.L

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Thank you so much for reading!!!! Here’s a gentle reminder of the trigger mentioned in the beginning of my post (potential SH trigger.)

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Guys I got better at rendering lowkeyy❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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Ticci Toby fanart of mine!!!! (-goggles, -mask/muzzle)

Ignore the random girl in the corner I drew her first and then on a whim drew Toby after

I originally drew this on paper, but then I played around in ibis paint to make it more clear and eye worthy for posting.

Here you go!!!!

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Hi guys

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