Ask The (Good) Creeps

Ask the creepypastas anything. Anything at all. In this AU the creeps are still killers, but they kill humans that deserve to die - not innocent people. The Masterlist is updated as of 03/2023, including a timeline of the AU.

[ask-the-good-creeps]

Vigilante Pasta AU Master List

//Hey, y’all. I figured I’d update this list because it’s really old and is honestly a major eyesore...now it’s updated as of 03/2023 and we have a timeline for the pasta’s histories! Let me know if anything is off with the links and I’ll fix it, or if there’s a post that should be on the list but isn’t so I can add it in.//

Timeline: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

HEADCANONS & SHORT STORIES

Slenderman, Trenderman, Splendorman, and Offenderman:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

Zalgatoth (Zalgo):

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 

Stories: 

Jeff:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 /

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 

Smile.dog: 1 / 2 / 

Homicidal Liu/Sully:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 

Eyeless Jack:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 

BEN:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 

Laughing Jack:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Jason the Toymaker:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

The Puppeteer:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 

Candy Pop & Candy Cane:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

Kagekao:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Helen (Bloody Painter) and Dina (Judge Angels):

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 

Nurse Ann:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 

Stories: 

Nathan the Nobody:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 

Masky:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 

Hoodie:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 

Toby:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 /

Kate the Chaser:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 

Clockwork:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Jane the Killer:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Hobo Heart:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 

Sally:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

Lazari:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 

Stories: 1 / 

Lacy Morgan:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 

Stories: 

Vinny (Dollmaker):

Headcanons: 1 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 

Multiple Vigilantes:

Headcanons: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 

Stories: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 

Miscellaneous:

CP-Related: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 

Not CP-Related: 1 / 

[ask-the-good-creeps]

Envy

It had taken years of careful practice, but Toby had managed to master a much more useful method for keeping his partners out of his head than the simple walls they would put up. The youngest proxy, unbeknownst to anyone (even their Boss, it seemed), had developed something akin to a one-way mirror he could place between his own territory in the telepathic connection they shared and that of the others. His secret skill was especially useful tonight; he could hear everything the others sent out over the channels – from conversations between each other to the messages they directed at him that he'd been refusing to answer – and that allowed him to keep distance from them.

Nobody had known about the connection he'd been building with their number one fugitive over the past months and he'd had no intention of telling them. Toby remembered the first time he'd come across Dollmaker; it had been just the two of them, and the youngest proxy had quickly empathized with the man in a way none of the others could. Toby had been there before. He knew what it was like to be trapped inside his own head with nobody to count on, save for the shadows and whispers that kept to the edge of his vision. He knew why Dollmaker ran, and he'd decided then that he wouldn't attempt to capture him, but build trust with him. That's the only thing that helped people get through to Toby, and he was sure it was a better route to take with his new acquaintance.

He knew the others wouldn't understand, and that fact was confirmed when Toby heard the shift in the other proxies' communications – he heard them switch from calling for his location in worry, to frustration and disbelief. They knew what he was up to now, so there was no turning back.

Toby spared a glance behind him to confirm that Dollamker was still following him through the woods, and thankfully he was there. The man had gone eerily silent a few miles prior, and Toby almost preferred to hear him whisper to the people nobody else could see. He could hear the others making plans for where to search, and he was thankful that they planned to go in a completely different direction than where they were headed. Of course they wouldn't think to look here; Toby knew it was already a risk to take the path he'd planned, but it was the best way he could think of. With any luck, they'd be able to sneak through without a hitch.

"How much further?" Dollmaker's gravelly voice shocked him for a second. Though it was barely above a whisper, Toby could still detect the apprehension in his words. He'd built a decent connection with Dollmaker by helping him to escape the others on a regular basis, but he knew they hadn't spent enough time together for the other man to fully trust him.

"Not t-too far," he replied, and he could almost hear the other man tense slightly.

"Why are you nervous? You said this place was safe?"

"The place we're going is safe, but we have to slip past someone to get there, and that's what I'm a l-l-little worried about," Toby's neck twitched and cracked involuntarily at the end of his answer, and he hoped that truth wouldn't scare Dollmaker off. The man went silent again, and when Toby looked back over his shoulder he was grateful to see he was still there. It seemed this was one of his more lucid moments, which was definitely a plus – it would be difficult to avoid detection if Dollmaker was unable to stop whispering.

Ten minutes of silence passed. The others continued to move their search farther away, to the point that Toby was no longer concerned where they were. Good. That meant he could focus his attention on the task at hand. He kept his eyes forward, and was relieved to see the pale glow of a lantern in the distance. He silently gestured in the direction of the light and heard his charge's footsteps follow him there as he silenced his own feet. They made it to the edge of the treeline, where a small park ranger's hut sat. There was no light from the windows, and if not for the lantern hanging beside the door it would seem abandonned.

Toby brought a finger to his lips, and waited for Dollmaker's hesitant nod as agreement to remain silent. The proxy led him to the door and slowly turned the handle. He cracked the door just enough to reach his hand inside and grab the small bell that hung above it. He kept a careful grip on the small object as he opened the door enough to peek inside. The main lights of the workshop were off, but there was a faint glow the kitchen area toward the back. Jason might still be awake, but he was clearly winding down. Toby was confident they could make it in and out before the Toymaker realized they were there, as long as they were quiet.

He opened the door wide enough to walk through and was momentarily thankful that Jason always kept the hinges well-maintained. He guided Dollmaker inside after him and silently shut the door again. He heard movement in the kitchen and the sound of dishes being moved; Toby's attention stayed in that direction until it was clear that they hadn't been detected. He heard steps to his left and focused his eyes on Dollmaker, who was walking toward one of the shelves lined with carefully crafted porcelain dolls. Toby tried to wave him back toward the door, but it was futile. The other man walked along the shelf to examine each of the dolls with his working eye. Toby stalked after him quietly and gently grabbed his shoulder, and when Dollmaker turned to face him, he could see the envy he had for Jason's craft and workspace plainly written on his features.

Toby again tried to guide the man toward the door so they could move on, but Dollmaker ripped his arm away so violently that it knocked into a small block tower on the shelf. Toby's heart dropped as blocks fell, some onto the shelf and others to the floor, in a series of loud clatters. He froze for a moment as he heard Jason's steps approaching, and he quickly directed Dollmaker to hide behind a different shelf. Surprisingly, the man obliged and moved out of sight while Toby reached for the blocks on the floor.

As the proxy stood, he saw the imposing figure of the Toymaker in the doorway, his eyes glowing brightly to indicate his displeasure with the intrusion. Toby was worried he might have caught Jason in a bad mood – that spelled disaster for anyone.

"Toby?" The Toymaker's voice betrayed his confusion, and he was relieved to see the green glow fade. Jason flipped the lights on to get a better look and Toby sheepishly held the blocks up.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to knock them over," he carefully placed the small wooden pieces back on the shelf in an attempt to recreate the little tower.

"I didn't hear you come in," Jason's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he regarded his uninvited guest.

"Y-yeah, I thought you were asleep, so I t-tried to be quiet. I just need to borrow your d-d-"

"Door?" Jason raised a brow as he finished the word Toby's tics wouldn't allow him to spit out. The proxy nodded and cracked his shoulder as he placed the last block on the shelf next to his hastily-built structure. His gestural tics started to get worse under Jason's silent scrutiny, and whether the Toymaker was no longer suspicious or just didn't like making him so uncomfortable, he finally sighed and looked away.

"Go ahead, but ask next time instead of sneaking around." Jason flipped the main lights back off and went back into his kitchen, and Toby's heart started to calm back down to a regular pace. He stepped back and looked around the shelves, and to his good fortune Dollmaker was still there. The man stared at him for a moment while Toby urgently waved him toward the door. Toby practically tore the door open in his haste to leave, and Dollmaker's evident curiosity about how the same door had opened to a different place thankfully didn't keep him from following Toby out.

"This is the safe place?" Dollmaker asked.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

[chimaeraonwards]

Al Jazeera posted a long-form article about the Palestinians killed in Israeli attacks on Gaza. It talks about who they were, their hopes and their dreams.

At the bottom, there is a Romanized searchable version of the list of names of people killed in Israeli attacks on Gaza.

The first 7 pages are children below the age of 1.

He didn't even get the chance to be named.

This is a genocide.

FREE PALESTINE

CEASEFIRE NOW

Read the full article here:

Know their names: Palestinians killed in Israeli attacks on Gaza

A Palestinian child in Gaza is killed in an Israeli attack every 10 minutes.

[alwaysbewoke]

excellent work by marc

[ask-the-good-creeps]

One word prompt: diameter

He couldn't believe his eyes. After all of the carefully made plans and detailed strategies that had only ended in disappointment and bitter failure, he'd accomplished what nobody had been able to - on accident.

Kagekao was almost tempted to lift his mask and rub his eyes, because the situation was just too ridiculous to be real. He looked down at the man who had unwittingly fallen into the pit he'd set up and was unable to find his way out. The captive's hat had fallen from his head, and every now and again his glass eye would catch a stray moonbeam and send the glint toward the masked demon that waited atop a large boulder. Dollmaker hadn't seemed to spot him yet, which was expected considering how well the branches of the nearby trees obscured his position.

Kagekao could hear the insanity in the other's voice as he whispered to himself. Even though his enhanced hearing could pick up every word, he having trouble making any sense of the ramblings.

He picked up little phrases that piqued his curiosity here and there, and wondered how much of it was based in reality...probably none of it. The demon stealthily left his hiding spot, and after confirming that Dollmaker had no way of escaping the pit he'd fallen into he ran silently into the surrounding wilderness.

The proxies were nearby specifically to hunt for Dollmaker, and as confident as Kagekao was in his abilities he didn't want to take the risk of another magical escape happening. It was best to get help. He chuckled to himself as he pictured the range of emotions the trio would express at this news. They'd set up multiple traps for this specific purpose to monitor for the next week, and someone else accomplishes their mission without even trying on the first night? All their efforts were made a waste by one chance happening, and Kagekao couldn't help but find it humourous.

He followed the scent of stale tobacco that always seemed to cling to Masky's coat and found him in no time at all. He was hidden well from the human eye on a sturdy tree branch, where he focused intently on the small clearing nearby. The man was still, almost inhumanely so; and like Dollmaker, the proxy was oblivious to Kagekao's presence there. The demon decided to have a little fun; he threw a large stone into the clearing and saw Masky's body tense at the sudden noise and movement. Another stone, another noise, Masky's head turning quickly to try and find the source of the airborne rocks. One more stone, and Kagekao set off the trap that had been laid there. He heard the proxy curse and looked back up at him; Masky was now staring straight at him as he came down from his perch.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" He growled tersely.

"Entertainment," Kagekao answered, and the light joviality in his tone only frustrated Masky further. Before he could be further accosted, he continued, "You do not need it anymore anyway."

"Is he contained in one of the other traps?" Masky asked. It wouldn't make sense for that news to be coming from Kagekao – one of the other proxies would have told him.

"Yes, but not one of your traps. He has fallen into mine," the demon grinned, and his mask mimicked his expression of pride and joy.

"Do I even want to know what you were originally after out here?" The change in topic was a clear attempt at hiding his frustration with the circumstances.

"Most likely not," Kagekao's tone hadn't lost any joy. "Would you like to join me in completing your mission? There is less chance of error with a team approach." Masky sighed heavily to avoid acting on his frustration. It wasn't helping that Kagekao was really rubbing it in like that.

"Let me contact the others first."

"Of course, take your time. He will not be getting out without assistance." Kagekao could tell his smug tone was irritating Masky, and prankster inside him was enjoying every second of it. He gave the location of the occupied trap, which Masky telepathically communicated to the other two. They rushed through the trees toward the target location, with Kagekao occasionally calling back taunting remarks about Masky's slow speed (in comparison to his own supernatural pace). When they reached the pit, Kagekao was no longer laughing.

"This is not possible," he growled as his mask shifted to its scowling side. "I watched him before I came to you – he could not escape!" The empty pit before them begged to differ. Masky would have taunted him about making up the whole thing or hallucinating if not for the unique top hat partially crushed in the dirt at the bottom. Hoodie showed up moments later.

"Where'd he go?" he asked.

"That's what we need to find out," Masky replied. "He's probably going to leave this area now; our best shot is going to be fanning out and finding him before he goes off grid again...otherwise we just have to wait for another murder." Hoodie nodded slowly.

"Can you smell where he went?" He asked Kagekao.

"Do I look like a hound to you?" The demon snapped back. Normally Kagekao would have been glad to have an opportunity to flex another one of his skills, but he actually couldn't smell a trail anywhere in the immediate diameter of the pit. Considering how strong Dollmaker's odor was, that was very strange. He voiced this concern to the proxies.

"Wasn't there word that he may have a partner?"

"Yes, but there was no evidence to support it – everyone took that theory with a grain of salt."

"It may have more merit than we first suspected," Kagekao mused, "Dollmaker is not of sound enough mind to cover his tracks this well. Even if he was, he did not know his scent would need to be covered to avoid capture tonight."

"Whoever is helping him has advanced evasive skills, then; but why would they be helping? What do they get out of it?" Hoodie wondered.

"We won't know until we find them."

"Where is your third musketeer?" Kagekao asked suddenly. Silence hung between them as the other proxies took a moment to look around. Where was Toby?

"His position was closest to this location. He should have gotten here first." Masky finally answered.

"He hasn't responded to our communications since you gave the location. Do you think this mysterious partner got to him first?" Hoodie asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"There is another possible explanation." Kagekao offered. It took a few moments for the implications of that statement to sink in.

"No. No way; he wouldn't do that."

"When I had Dollmaker trapped here, he was talking to himself. He said something about 'being told this part of the woods was safe for the evening'. Did you tell anyone else where your traps would be set?"

"...Fuck."

[ask-the-good-creeps]

since we're in the process of the arc, could we get some more dollmaker hcs? :0

//Sure thing, friend! I don't want to give away spoilers for the plot of the current arc, but let's see how well the bag o' wonders can work around that:

Dollmaker isn't his own person - he's a split personality formed in the mind of Vincent Amaretti to cope with his trauma. Dollmaker is a defense mechanism gone awry; like many mental health coping skills we form at the worst times in our lives, his existence was helpful to Vincent while suffering through the traumatic experiences of his past, but now he's unhelpful to have around.

Unlike with Liu and Sully, Vincent has no idea that Dollmaker exists, and since Dollmaker has lost his own connection to reality over time, he's no longer aware that Vincent exists either. They really are two minds in one body here, but Dollmaker has had uninterrupted control for years now.

The other creeps are unaware of the above; they are under the impression that Dollmaker is an alias and that he's a single - albeit severely mentally ill - individual...except for one highly perceptive creep, who knows the truth from a few under-the-radar interactions they've had with Dollmaker.

Dollmaker's greatest asset at this time is his elusiveness. He hides well, evades capture from the other creeps despite seeming to not have any otherworldly abilities himself, and somehow manages to disappear without a trace when the others close in. Some of the creeps (such as Kagekao and Laughing Jack) are very irked by this - mainly due to their own failures of capturing him (they're not used to having non-powered individuals escape them so easily, so it's a bit of a wounded ego thing).

I'll have more interesting and detailed headcanons for the newbie in the future as the arc progresses to reveal more about him...I'm trying as hard as I can not to give away where the plot is headed, haha. c://

[brakken]

skeletons

[owlmylove]

i have no idea what i just watched but i love it

[sazuka57]

It’s October why is this not all over my dash

[aquilacalvitium]

I don’t even know what this is

[goooodbyye-deactivated20190124]

It’s been three years since I see this every October.

[aquilacalvitium]

Whoa a relic

Hello past me

This is a fucking masterpiece is what this is

[ask-the-good-creeps]

One word prompt: glasses

The eerily still being was the tallest one he'd seen yet. If seeing one that looked like the Boss with glasses was unsettling, seeing this one with bright polka dots in all the colors of the rainbow conquering his suit was even more so. This one wore a top hat, and currently had his back to him; but those same thin, black tendrils were jutting out of his back. The only difference was the golden bells on their ends, which rang out periodically with the movement of the appendages.

Masky remembered Toby telling them that Boss had brothers, plural, but somehow he still hadn't been expecting to meet another one...and so soon after they met the first. He'd come out to see Sally and bring her a new toy – a bright red yoyo with glitter and LED lights in it – but stopped in his tracks at the sight of the newcomer. The proxy knew the being went by Splendorman, and what he'd heard about the entity being friendly toward children was clearly accurate. He kept his distance while he watched Sally play with the group of other dead children that Splendorman seemed to have brought with him.

It was nice, seeing her laughing and playing like an ordinary child. He cracked a small smile under his mask, but didn't dare approach. Rumor had it that Splendorman was naturally passive and friendly, but was prone to violent murderous rages that made even their Boss uneasy when he felt the need to protect a child. The last thing Masky wanted was to confirm that rumor the hard way by accidentally frightening one of the being's current charges. He took his eyes off Sally for a moment and noticed with a slight pang of panic that Splendorman was no longer standing in the clearing. Oh no.

Before his thoughts could go further, he heard the gentle ringing of a small bell right next to his ear. He turned slowly to find his face inches from one that looked like it was painted on...

xxxxx

"You actually screamed?" Hoodie chuckled as Masky's cheeks tinted slightly pink from embarrassment.

"I didn't know what to expect – it was a gut reflex," he mumbled.

"Well, I sincerely apologize for startling you," Splendorman had said this to Masky several times since the incident, but his tone was no less genuine than it had been the first time he said it. Masky had come to know that the taller being was definitely loathe to upsetting others, and he was sure he'd get over it long before Splendorman did.

"It's alright – I just didn't know who you were back then," the proxy reassured him. Truth be told, Splendorman was the only Splendor that Masky actually felt comfortable around. Outside of that little misunderstanding the first time they met, the entity had never been anything but outright friendly to him.

"One of these days I'll finally tell you about when I first met Jingle Bells here," Hoodie shook his head with a grin at the memory only he could see and Splendorman shook a couple of his bells merrily in response to the random but apt nickname. Masky looked out toward the horizon; it had been a long time since he last saw the ocean.

The waves whispered their soothing lullaby as they seized the wind's coattails to pull them to the shore. The beach was made up of stones rather than sand, and little shells and pieces of sea glass could be found among them if one were to look closely. The sun painted the cloudless sky in magentas and tangerines and violets as it began its nightly descent into inky depths where the sea split from the sky. Nobody else was anywhere nearby on this abandoned dock, it was just the three of them. It was a calm, serene setting; despite everything, Masky found himself relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere.

"I wonder what's keeping Toby?" Hoodie mused. The youngest proxy had wandered off roughly an hour prior after stating rather cryptically that he 'had some business to attend to'. Their assignment would be starting at twilight, which was coming soon.

"Who knows? Maybe the stock market crashed and he's having a crisis." Masky shrugged as he put a cigarette between his lips and felt around his pocket for a lighter. Hoodie snorted at that. Masky lit his smoke and turned to ask Splendorman a question, but the entity was no longer standing with them.

"Maybe he's on his way to bail out Toby on Wall Street." Hoodie joked. Masky shook his head and took a long drag.

"If Toby's ever gonna need bailed out of anywhere, it's prison...and I don't think there's one of those around here for miles." Masky exhaled a cloud of grey smoke as he spoke.

"He's a resourceful kid, I'm sure he'll find a way." Hoodie chuckled again, and Masky did, too. Then the conversation died away, and the only sounds that tainted the salty breeze were the crashing of the waves and the occasional screech of a seagull. The pair waited patiently for Toby to return while the light steadily disappeared into the water.

Only the full moon lit the landscape now, and Masky was starting to get concerned. He shared a glance with Hoodie, confirming that he, too was worried about Toby. The kid had his issues, but he was never late.

"He went this way earlier. We've gotta run into him at some point," Hoodie gestured toward the trees with one hand and pulled his mask down with the other. Masky nodded and pulled his own disguise over his face as they headed out to search. They had only walked a few feet into the woods when they heard movement in the foliage. They both looked up to see their missing companion sitting in the tree above them.

"Where are you going?" He called down to them. Hoodie sighed heavily and facepalmed.

"We are going to handle the assignment. Are you going to join us, or keep being a nuisance?" Masky replied.

"I prefer the term 'm-menace', actually." Toby climbed down quickly and landed on his feet with a dull thud. He seemed mildly surprised at their irritation with him, as they usually weren't genuinely upset by his obnoxious behaviors. The sun seemed to have taken their sense of humor with it, and now the two were consumed with silent determination to complete their task.

"Did you bring everything?" Hoodie asked.

"I s-set it all up while I w-was out." Toby replied flatly. Hoodie gave a quick nod and started walking, and the other two followed suit. Even if they were successful in their endeavor, it was going to be a long night – and they all knew it.

[creepspastaarts-deactivated2024]

tried a new process today while I sketched at work and honestly,, not mad at how this Ben scribble came out

[ask-the-good-creeps]

//Love this artist.//

[ask-the-good-creeps]

One word prompt: ancestor

Familiar features graced the unfamiliar face. The high cheek bones, small nose, and world-weary eyes framed by locks of dark hair that Dina had become accustomed to seeing in her partner every day now faced her on a completely different individual. She found it far from comforting – it was unsettling, if anything, considering who this man was and what he'd been doing.

"Such beauty...the eyes..." the man's raspy voice momentarily startled her, and she regarded him warily as he continued to ramble incoherently to himself. It was interesting, really, that the second person to ever compliment her eyes had so much physical resemblance to the first. Perhaps Helen and the Dollmaker had a common ancestor somewhere in their family histories to explain the coincidence.

She hadn't drawn her weapon yet. Maybe it was logic spawned from the information that had been passed around about this man; or maybe it was the feeling that he just seemed lost and almost...harmless, that caused her hesitation despite her own unease in his presence. She watched him continuing to mutter to himself across the room and hoped for Helen to arrive there soon. He'd know how to handle this. Dina wasn't well-versed in capturing people with minimal harm to them – quite the opposite, really. For now, all she could do was wait and keep an eye on him. If she let him leave this place, he'd disappear again and who knows how long it would be before someone caught up to him again.

There was a low creaking heard from above, as the old structure itself seemed to grow impatient right along with her. Waiting was not one of Dina's strong suits. She briefly considered engaging the Dollmaker in conversation, but he seemed to be quite engrossed in the words he was exchanging with his shadow. Besides that, Dina was well aware of her quick temper, and it seemed best not to open herself up to having her buttons pressed by the unsuspecting man. She started to fidget with her fingers while trying to tune out the insane ramblings of her prisoner. There were no windows in this old place, only a series of small skylights that let in some of the moonlight. She had no way of knowing what this building used to be – there were no signs out front, no furniture or divisions of space inside save for a stack of broken benches in the corner. It was just a large, empty, windowless space, and she was standing in front of the only exit.

Where is Helen?

She started tapping her foot now, and the sound echoed off the concrete floor and surrounded her – it even muted the Dollmaker's words. It couldn't cover up the sound of footsteps behind her. Dina turned around, expecting to see Helen walking up the steps; she was shocked to find nobody there. She walked closer to the doorless entryway and scanned the woods on either side. No sign of anyone. She drew her weapon then, silently, while she listened for movement. She didn't doubt her senses – somebody else was here and they were up to something. After at least five minutes of hearing nothing but the wind in the trees every so often, she suddenly realized that her captive had also gone silent. She turned back to the room to see where he was. Her eyes adjusted to the darker area rapidly, and she was horrified and confused to see that she was now alone.

How the Hell did he get out?!

She certainly would have noticed if he pushed past her out the door, and there was nothing to climb to reach the skylights, which she would've heard shatter if he'd somehow managed to go that route. She looked around the room in disbelief, trying desperately to find something she may have missed to explain the absurdity of the situation...to no avail. Her heart started to race and she wondered if the person she heard outside may have been an accomplice.

Almost as if on cue, she heard footsteps behind her again. This time she turned quickly with her blade poised to slice open the person's chest...and if Helen didn't know her well enough to read her body language and jump back, he would've been painfully bisected.

Her breath came in rapid shallow bursts as she froze, then slowly lowered her weapon. Helen looked at her with the barest hint of concern in his eyes as she slid the sword back into its sheath. Dina released a shaky sigh and ran both her hands through her hair.

"He got out. He got out, and I don't know how. I don't know who was out there, I don't know who would help him get away..." tears of frustration pricked at her eyes while she started to ramble. Helen approached her and held his arms open, and this was one of those times that she gladly embraced him.

"Who else was here?" Helen asked, and his calm tone helped her relax and think a little more clearly.

"I don't know. I heard someone walking outside, and I thought it was you, but it wasn't. I didn't see anyone, then I turned around and he was just...gone."

"Where was he when you last saw him?" Helen asked gently. He knew it wouldn't stop bothering her until they found out how he did it. She pointed to the corner where the Dollmaker had been muttering to himself. Helen pulled away from her and pulled out a flashlight. He shined it where she'd gestured, and she was the first to notice the footprints in the dirt. The beam of light followed the tracks.

"What the Hell...?" Dina said it, but they were both thinking it. The Dollmaker's footsteps stopped at the broken benches. The pile wasn't big enough for him to be hiding behind it, but they still approached with caution. The brighter light allowed them to notice the hole in the wall behind the scrap wood that was loosely cloaked by a dark tarp. Helen sighed, and Dina balled her hands into fists and gave a harsh kick to the broken furniture that had unintentionally assisted in the escape. The wood pieces gave way and clattered across the floor, and the noise of it startled a few birds that hastily flew away from the roof.

The couple left out the doorway and rounded the building, only to find that their escapee's footprints faded several steps from the building. It seemed someone had literally covered his tracks, which wasn't something the Dollmaker himself was known to do.

"He's clever, but he can't run forever. We'll find him again eventually." Helen reassured Dina, but she released a yell of anger.

"I had him! I had the bastard cornered and he has the nerve to do something so sneaky and underhanded? That damned dirty cheater! I had him fair and square!" Helen let her vent her rage without comment. Truth be told, he was a little frustrated by the situation himself. Everyone had been after the Dollmaker for months, and despite the increasing number of interactions that were had with him, the man always seemed to manage to slink away. This one severely mentally ill man was capable of what thousands of criminals had never been able to do, and Helen was sure he and Dina weren't the only ones getting tired of it.

"Why does he have to be so much like you?" Dina hissed, more to herself than Helen. It still caught his attention, and he prompted her for clarification.

"He looks like you, he thinks like you, and now he's smart like you," Dina huffed. It didn't really answer Helen's questions, but he didn't want to instigate another outburst. They reported their experience and sent it along...with the added insight that the Dollmaker may have found himself a silent partner somehow.

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"My brain is a tiny exotic shrimp that requires very specific environmental conditions to survive and I still have no clue how to properly maintain its aquarium."

- Toby Rogers

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The Inevitable, The Between

The pitch black that closed in from all sides was oppressive, suffocating...the dim beam of yellowish light from the one small, old flashlight didn't stand a chance. The smell of damp earth and rotting wood permeated the cool air as they moved deeper into the mineshaft; the silence of the place was broken only by their breathing and footsteps. Toby was certain that if they stopped walking it would be quiet enough to hear their hearts beat.

“I thought she only went a quarter mile in,” Masky spoke barely above a whisper, but his voice still echoed around them.

“That would be too easy.” Hoodie sighed. The tone in his exasperated voice may have been mostly sarcastic, but he had a point. Kate was a wild one – it would be unreasonable to expect her not to at least explore the parts of the mine at risk of cave-in. The male proxies had been searching for her here in near-silence to avoid a catastrophe like that, but they'd yet to catch sight of her in the small amount of light they had.

They came to fork in the tunnels and had to choose between a mostly boarded up path and an open one that was in a similar state of repair to the ones they'd been travelling through. They all knew which one they wanted to traverse, but they also knew which one their fellow proxy most likely chose. Toby swept the light along the ground as he walked closer, and the light footprints in the dust next to an opening in the worn wooden barrier confirmed that Kate had gone through that way. She hadn't been heard from in at least a week, and now the others feared the worst.

Toby handed the light to Hoodie and crawled through the opening. There was quiet for a moment, then his hand came back through, silently requesting their only source of light. It was handed to him, and Masky and Hoodie were left in complete darkness as the youngest proxy carefully explored on his own. They could see the light for a few moments through the gaps of the wood, but it disappeared quickly as Toby seemed to turn a corner in the tunnel beyond.

In the deafening silence that followed, they heard him stutter as he swore. They couldn't do anything without light but wait for him to return. Soon enough they heard his footsteps returning and saw the light once more, and they both felt relieved.

“What's wrong?” Hoodie asked him.

“D-dead end,” Toby replied.

“No Kate?” Masky asked.

“N-no.”

“That can't be right. There're no footprints leading away from here – she has to still be that way.”

Toby replied again in the negative and explained further that the tunnel only went one way with no branches, and following it lead to a wall of dirt and rock. He hadn't seen any sign that Kate had even been there and was wondering if maybe the footprints were a trick to lead intruders away from where she actually went.

Just as they were discussing taking the open path of the fork, they heard a metallic clanging. They fell silent as it continued, clang clang clang...clang clang clang...

The sound was coming the boarded tunnel. Masky and Hoodie joined Toby on the other side, and they followed the sound to the dead-end Toby had mentioned. The sound was echoing so much here it was difficult for them to locate the source; after scanning the light around for a few minutes, they spotted it.

Near the bottom left of the debris pile that blocked the tunnel was arm. The arm was swinging something against a metal rod to produce the sound, and as it paused in its rhythm again the proxies recognized Kate's knife in its grip.

“Fuck.” That word summed up what they were all thinking. Masky was the first to approach; he put his hand on her forearm and gave it a light squeeze to let her know that they'd found her...but how to get her out from under the rubble?

“We can't just start digging. We don't know where the weak spots are and one wrong move will have us trapped just like her in a new cave-in.” Hoodie was speaking more to himself than the others here – they all knew the dangers of the situation. They couldn't take the time to leave and come back with help or better equipment, either...Kate had already been stuck here for a few days at least and there was no guarantee she'd last much longer. While the other two were thinking, Toby pulled a thread from the end of his sleeve. He gripped the end of it in between his fingers and started to hover the remaining length of it over cracks he could see near Kate. Eventually he found what he was looking for; the gap she was breathing through.

He carefully lifted the larger stones and placed them on the ground while scooping off handfuls of dirt and pebbles where necessary until Kate's head was freed. She coughed and took a few ragged breaths but didn't speak. Masky felt her pulse in her neck and listened to her breathing for a moment.

“Her lungs may be damaged in some way. We'll need to get her to the MedLab as soon as possible.” Masky may not have been a doctor, but nobody needs a license to practice common sense. Hoodie explained that they needed to find some way to keep the area stable while they worked on getting her out, and Toby suggested the wooden slats that covered the opening to this area.

The youngest proxy took Hoodie and the flashlight back down the tunnel to start gathering them; there wasn't anything else they could work with. Masky waited in the darkness with his fingers on Kate's throat. Her pulse was rapid and shallow, but not as concerningly so as it could be. Her breathing, on the other hand, remained strained and noisy. He was almost thankful for the pitch black around them – it was remarkably unnerving to see Kate in a weakened state like this. The only other time he could remember her as anything but brutally strong and stone-hearted was the night Slenderman had first introduced her...

The beam of the flashlight came into view again, and with it were two proxies each carrying five or six long wooden slats.

“They're old and rotting. I'm not sure how well they'll hold, so we'll have to work fast.” Hoodie set down the wood against the wall as he spoke. He pulled a canteen from his pack and handed it to Masky while he assessed the rubble more carefully. Masky offered the water to Kate, who drank down the entire container greedily. She coughed a little and rested her head on the dirt as she continued to wheeze. Anyone could see that she was fighting to remain conscious.

“Do we have a plan?” Masky asked. Hoodie answered affirmatively and started giving instructions to the other two. They stabilized the area the best they could and started the strategic removal of debris.

It only took twenty minutes, but the tense silence felt like it lasted hours. Eventually they had pulled her free. She groaned quietly as Masky felt her torso for potential broken ribs.

Kate found herself fading in and out of consciousness from that point on. She was vaguely aware that she was being carried but couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to register by who. She could hear the voices of the other proxies, but they sounded too far off for her to understand what they were saying.

When she couldn't hear them anymore, she found herself surrounded by an inky darkness that stretched in all directions. She could see herself, as if she was emitting a pale light from her skin; but nothing else was there. She heard nothing, not her breath or her footsteps. She was walking but didn't feel like she was moving anywhere. Her movements were slower than usual, like there was some resistance in the air she had to fight through, but she didn't feel like she was restricted. She felt like she was there, but not there. Someone, but no one. Something, but nothing.

Then the atmosphere changed. Suddenly her footsteps echoed around her. The ground felt solid again, and she was moving at her normal speed. She was still unable to see anything around her, but she could hear things. Far-off screams of terror seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, but the sound of a large growling creature coming closer was much more prominent.

She couldn't see it, but it sounded like it was circling her. The growling gradually transformed into a throaty chuckle.

“You aren't afraid.” The beast spoke. Her silent glare was response enough, though she wasn't sure if she was even looking in its direction. The voice was as ubiquitous as the shrieks in the distance.

“You don't want to stay here, do you?” It hissed. It still received no verbal answer; Kate didn't know what it was after, and she didn't want to contribute to this conversation until she had an idea of its motives.

“This place is dark and unfriendly to your kind. Let me take you back to the living world,” it coaxed her. She could feel the malicious energy in its words – it wasn't hard to detect that this entity had ulterior motives. She was curious about what it meant by 'back to the living world'. If she wasn't among the living, where was she? The monster seemed to sense her apprehension, and it chuckled again. It felt like it was approaching, but she still couldn't see it.

“Let me guide you home,” it continued. Kate felt her pocket for her knife, but it wasn't there. She frowned upon realizing that she had no weapons at all on her person.

“VOICE YOUR AGREEMENT, MORTAL!' The creature suddenly roared in frustration and sounded like it had begun to charge at her. She braced herself in a fighting stance. She'd never go down without fighting.

A bright light suddenly shined from behind her, and for a split second she saw the face of the most horrifyingly grotesque entity she'd ever encountered as something wrapped around her waist and pulled her out of the darkness.

She woke up in a cold sweat under a light blanket. She hadn't had a nightmare in over a decade. It felt so real that it took her a moment to process her new surroundings. She stared at the white tiles of the ceiling above her as her breathing began to return to normal, and she realized that the harder she tried to remember that ghastly face the blurrier it became in her mind. Once she'd calmed down, she looked around her.

She was in a bed that was surrounded by a blue curtain. The smell of antiseptics and cleaning fluids permeated the air, and she took note of a quiet, steady beeping next to her. Once she saw the monitor displaying her vitals, she accurately guessed that she had woken up at the MedLab. She'd only been here once before.

Kate sat up carefully in the creaky cot. Her entire body was sore and a quick glance downward made her aware of the dark bruises on her chest and stomach. It was unpleasant, but nothing she couldn't live with. She stood shakily with a bit of effort and turned off the machine. Once the IV, clips, and cords were removed from her she pulled the curtain aside. She was alone. The doc must be out.

She was wearing scrubs instead of a hospital gown, but her feet were bare. She didn't know where her clothes were, but she didn't want to wait here and ask. She left building 1609, left the medical complex altogether; and she started to make her way through the woods toward the proxies' cabin. They should have some spare clothing and a knife to loan her, assuming they weren't holding onto hers for her.

It didn't take long. She chose not to knock; as soon as she walked through the door, she was met by a bewildered Toby. They stared at each other for a moment, with him seeming to want to say something.

“You should s-sit down.” He finally mumbled. She continued to look at him without saying a word, until he showed notable signs of discomfort. Then she took a seat in a recliner.

“Do y-you n-need any-anything?” He stuttered nervously.

“Clothes.” She answered simply. He regarded her warily, and she mistakenly thought he was afraid she'd hurt him.

“You need to r-rest f-for another few days.” He answered as his neck jerked to the side with an audible crack. The firmness in his voice surprised her, but she didn't yield a reaction.

“I'm fine. I just-”

“No, you're n-not!” He cut her off, “You l-literally died! B-Boss had to resurrect y-you!” He'd never raised his voice to her before. The shock of that was almost enough for his words to be lost on her...almost. She'd seen the other proxies die and be brought back before, but it had never happened to her. She'd never needed it...until now. Her mind started to wonder, and whisper: that wasn't a nightmare.

“I guess that explains the hell beast.” She shrugged nonchalantly, despite the unease she felt beneath the surface. Toby's brows were furrowed as he looked at her with a mix of concern and confusion.

“The what?”

“The creature in the dark we see after we die. What, does it drag you to hell or something?” Her words didn't change Toby's facial expression, and he didn't answer her. He didn't have to say anything for her to realize that the others must not have had the same experience.

“Where are my clothes? And my knife?” She changed the subject again, but Toby just shook his head. He refused to let her leave, instead fetching her a blanket and making her a bed on the couch. She still needed to recover, and he was going to make sure she did. Normally she wouldn't allow him to boss her around like this, but she'd never seen him this way before. She did still feel tired...

In the end, she got under the covers and settled in; and the other two proxies had plenty of questions for Toby when they saw her sleeping there the next morning.

//The poll results called for a story regarding the proxies, and we don’t see Kate as often as the others so I wanted to focus on her a bit. I’ve been dealing with some writer’s block as of late, so sorry if it isn’t as good as y’all were expecting. Thanks for all your support! c: //

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Which pastas are you most interested in seeing in the next story?

Zalgo

The Slenders

Jeff, BEN, Liu/Sully

Eyeless Jack, Jane, Clockwork, Nathan

Laughing Jack, Candy Duo, Kagekao

Helen, Dina, Puppeteer

Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate

Sally, Lazari, Lacy

Hobo Heart, Nathan, Nurse Ann

Dollmaker, Rake, Other

Voting ended onApr 12, 2023

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Who is your favorite creepypastas?

//In this AU? I'd say it's a draw between Candy Pop and Toby. c: //

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Do you still do ask/headcanons?

//I do, I've just been inactive for a long time.//

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Could you go into the various origins of the creeps in your AU? Not all of them of course, just whoever you want to bring up. I've been going through your masterlist and I noticed you haven't brought their origin stories up that much.

//Hey there, @internethorrorfan! Thank you so much for this ask because it decimated my writer's block like a wrecking ball through a sand castle and gave me the inspiration to write out a whole timeline for this AU!

The timeline is in four parts that are linked in the updated masterlist, but here they are for you as well:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Happy reading, friend!//

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Vigilante Pasta AU Timeline

PART FOUR

2008

MARCH: Masky has heard of Sally before, but now he actually meets her. He is calm and gentle in speaking with her and introducing himself and starts to gradually build trust with her. He brings her toys and watches funny videos on his phone with her when he's able, so the kid doesn't have to feel so alone all the time.

APRIL: Jack Robinson has lived a fairly uneventful life so far. He graduated high school with honors, got his four-year college degree, and moved on to medical school. He excelled at his studies and was determined to help as many people as he could. After all these years, he was soon to become one of the world's youngest neurosurgeons, and he'd studied other areas of medicine in addition to his main path in hopes of helping even more people. One night, he leaves to take a late walk through the park to clear his mind and relax. He starts to feel watched, but he sees nobody and hears only the wind through the trees. Out of nowhere he's struck in the head from behind and loses consciousness. Neither he nor anyone living know occurred from that point to when he woke in the woods and found himself to no longer be human. His memories from his human life faded fast, and the harder he tried to remember them the foggier they became. Though he still remembered his medical training, and regardless of his inability to work in a hospital he still intended to use his skill to help others wherever he could.

JUNE: Vinny's door is left unlocked one night; his abuser had been entertaining a visiting sister and forgotten about it in his rush. Dollmaker has full control by now and has repressed Vinny. Dollmaker takes a pink glass eye from a doll head on a shelf and forces it into his own socket while smashing the real eye in the process. He needs something beautiful to see in his face. He leaves the room and finds a screwdriver left on the kitchen counter. He creeps upstairs in the dark to his abuser's bedroom and stabs the man to death with the tool. He hears a gasp behind him and sees the man's sister staring at him in horror. Dollmaker follows her as she backs away toward the hall and sets upon her, ending her life as well. He sees such beauty in her face; this woman becomes the first doll he creates, haphazardly using the tools around him to that end.

SEPTEMBER: Helen is mainly left alone when he's painting and has started to work on paintings of himself as a man, like he wants to be. He hides these paintings behind ones of landscapes when he hears footsteps approaching in the hall to keep them secret from his parents. One day he becomes so focused on finishing the details of one of his hidden self-portraits that he doesn't hear his mother approaching. When she sees the painting, she angrily slaps him across the face and her sharp acrylic nails cut his cheek. While she begins fussing over the scar it might leave and begins looking for a first aid kit, Helen stares at the drops of his blood that landed on the painting. The two most noticeable ones are over his eyes, and while they aren't quite even enough for his tastes, he still finds himself wiping more blood from the cut in his face and using it to paint a smile over the portrait's mouth. His mother returns to patch up the injury and he says nothing as she takes a moment to destroy his artwork first.

OCTOBER: Jane succeeds in finding Jeff and begins to attack him. He doesn't remember who she is, partially because of her changed appearance and partially because he tried to block out his memories of that period of his life. Once she reminds him and angrily explains why she's there to kill him, Jeff lets go of his knife and falls to his knees. He apologizes to Jane for what he did, sincerely, and tells her that if she wants to tear him apart, he understands and he won't stop her. They have a brief conversation during which Jane remembers how insane Jeff looked that night, and some part of her sees that Jeff as a different person than the one in front of her. She hesitantly forgives him, but still wants nothing to with him. She leaves and decides to devote her life to vigilante work as well.

NOVEMBER: Helen decides to cut his hair short for the second time in his life in the middle of the night while his parents sleep. He had soaked his light pink painter uniform in blue dye from his art station the night before, and now changed into the dyed navy fabric. He put on a blank white mask that he hadn't used in a former project and picked the lock on his door. He approached his parents' room and stabbed them both to death where they slept. The last thing his mother saw was him using a single finger to draw a smile in her blood on the lower half of his mask. He left that night with a few paintbrushes and other supplies after leaving a bloody mural of himself – his true, male self, on their bedroom wall.

DECEMBER: Jane meets Kate in the woods on accident and takes an instant dislike to her crass and callous attitude. The two argue, but don't fight because they are technically on the same side, and it would be a pain to build bad blood through violence like that. However, they each decide after their first meeting that they dislike each other and do not want to interact any more than they have to.

2009

MARCH: Dina manages to escape her room one evening, with the long sleeves and unfastened straps of the straight jacket trailing behind her in the hall; she's heard her mother is in the hospital recovering from an illness and assumes her father is asleep. She creeps into the study and takes the sword down, marveling at how smooth and lightweight it is in her grip. She plans to leave this place tonight and never return. As she walks toward the side door of the house, she hears a woman's laughter. She peeks into the den to see her father, the supposedly honorable judge, is cheating on her mother while she's sick. Enraged by the hypocrisy, Dina decapitates them both before escaping into the night.

MAY: Jonathan has been alone and depressed for so long. He sees no reason to keep going. He's become numb to the world and decides to surrender himself to the void. He closes his eyes on a noose, and never opens them again. His spirit, however, does not sleep. His wandering soul with glowing eyes of gold can feel every emotion the living around him feel, and for the first time in years he is no longer numb.

SEPTEMBER: Eyeless Jack finds an abandoned medical complex and takes up residence in building 1609. After clearing it out and gathering supplies there, he declares it his MedLab and offers medical assistance to anyone who wanders in needing it. The first to show up are Jane and Clockwork; Clockwork had sustained an injury to her side and met Jane shortly after, and Jane had helped her get to the only medic they were aware of. Clockwork was bedridden there for a while, and she, Jack, and Jane all started getting to know each other well.

DECEMBER: Kagekao has been performing his pranks before his kills, and this catches the interest of Candy Pop. Pop first introduces Kagekao to Cane, then eventually Laughing Jack. Before long, Kagekao has a standing invite to the Carnival and the Candy Circus and is a regular fixture amongst the Carny Pastas.

2010

FEBRUARY: Dina has been travelling and murdering almost indiscriminately. After killing a drug addict in a derelict multi-floor building, the cracked floor gives way and drops her two stories to the ground level. She falls unconscious and wakes up in a bed with her wounds bandaged. She finds her sword on a nightstand next to the bed and struggles painfully to stand and grab it. She leaves the unfamiliar bedroom and finds that she's in an abandoned church that's been stripped of its religious artifacts and décor. She enters the nave and holds on to a pew to steady herself. On the pulpit she sees a man with short hair in a blue uniform. His back is to her as he paints on the canvas in front of him, though the art is blocked from her view by his head. There are finished paintings posted on easels all around him, many depicting beautiful landscapes. She approaches curiously, and the man is alerted to her presence when she stubs her toe on the edge of a pew and swears. He puts down his brush and turns to look at her, and she sees that he's painting a picture of her. She would've called him a creep and chewed him out over it if it weren't for the way he'd painted her eyes. The portrait version of her didn't have pools of ink in her sockets, but small sections of night sky with sparkling stars swirling in their depths like heavenly glitter. Nobody had ever seen beauty in her eyes before. The artist's name was Helen, and he spoke with a calm, soft voice and stoic face. She found his presence acceptable, and they got to talking. Eventually they decided to travel together.

AUGUST: Jeff stumbles across his brother, Liu, after hearing rumors that he is alive and in the vigilante game. He tries to talk to his brother only to be confronted with Liu's split personality, Sully, who despises and attempts to kill him. Jeff cannot die, and Sully is enraged by this. Liu struggles for control to prevent Sully from killing Jeff, and the two part ways to event more bloodshed.

2011

JUNE: Helen meets Jonathan (now going by 'Puppeteer') on his travels, and they have a lot of common ground and get along well. Eventually Helen introduces the Puppeteer and Dina, and while Dina is guarded and suspicious at first they eventually start to get along decently as well.

NOVEMBER: Jason and the Puppeteer cross paths and start to get to know each other. Their first meeting is brief as they are both busy with other things at the time, but other visits follow and their personalities mesh well together.

2012

JANUARY: Helen has found a little house in the woods that's well-isolated and has been abandoned for quite some time. He's spent months secretly fixing it up with assistance from the Puppeteer, and now, while snow gently drifts down from the sky he leads Dina to it. It's their home now, he tells her, and she falls in love with it immediately as its roof protects the delicate white flakes of ice from becoming tainted by the ground. They go inside, and Helen has already done a wonderful job at making it feel like a home. She kisses him then, which takes them both by surprise; but neither dislike or regret it.

MARCH: Lazari is still imprisoned in the cult's little dungeon. She doesn't know why she was put there or what she did wrong to make her mother stop loving her. She's been starved and had her back whipped many times. Her mother came to see her for the first time in months, and Lazari asked her with tear-filled eyes why she didn't want her anymore. Seemingly recovering her humanity for a moment after hearing the pain in her child's voice, her mother looked away unable to meet her gaze. She pulled the key from its hook on the wall and unlocked the chains around Lazari's wrists, then dragged her off into the dark night. They travelled to a well-kept garden with many tall trees and decorative stones, and it was there that Lazari's mother made a noose and hung herself in front of her young daughter. Lazari had little strength and didn't know what to do, and so sat next to the tree where her mother's corpse swung and cried. When the sun came up the next day, an old priest wandering through the graveyard found her there and took her in. His little cottage wasn't the most glamorous space, but it was warm and cozy and had plenty of snacks that Father Daniel gladly shared with the poor girl. When he gave her leftover beef from the night before, he saw the red tinge in her eyes; and her reflection and shadow both had horns. Unlike the cult that had hurt her so, Father Daniel didn't punish her for what she was born as, instead opting to nurture her goodness and human side. He called the authorities to remove her mother's corpse from the tree, but he did not mention child for fear of what may happen to her.

AUGUST: Jeff goes after some targets on his list only to find that someone else took them out first. He encounters the responsible party quickly - a wounded Nathan - and brings him to Jack's MedLab. Nathan has trouble trusting others, even other vigilantes, and is civil but distant while he waits for himself to be healed enough to leave.

2013

APRIL: A man concealed by a tattered black cloak walks along the main street of a small village. He watches a couple of children gather a box from an alleyway and excitedly bring it to their parents; the kids beg them to keep the small litter of whining puppies within the cardboard container. 'The puppies will die alone out here, and dogs are so wonderful and loyal,' they argue. The parents finally agree, and the family moves to get in their car. As they drive off, Hobo Heart hears a small noise from the alley. He steps forward to look, and a small pup waddles right into him. This one was left behind, forgotten. It whines and licks his ankle. Dogs are loyal. He picks up the little thing and holds it inside his cloak to warm it as he moves on.

MAY: The Puppeteer has been spending the day in Jason's company, but he needs to stop by Helen and Dina's home to pick up something from Helen. He lets Jason tag along with what should have been a quick visit, but Jason and Dina get into a brawl and develop strong animosity toward each other. Jason is banned from the couple's home and the Puppeteer is later forgiven so long as he follows that rule.

JUNE: Toby is abducted by the SCP Foundation and brought into their labs. He is freed by the other proxies, but not before Foundation researchers traumatize him so badly he refuses to speak for months after his liberation.

SEPTEMBER: Lazari has returned to full health thanks to Father Daniel's kindness. She has helped him by consuming malicious entities that raised Cain for his congregation and they have become close. However, Lazari has been feeling a strong calling to travel and wander. It takes some convincing, but eventually Father Daniel accepts that she can now take care of herself as her strength has returned. He bids her farewell on her travels and is sure to inform her she's welcome to stop in any time.

2015

JANUARY: Hobo Heart meets Eyeless Jack after hearing about the MedLab. He starts coming to Jack to have his supply of needles and catgut replenished when he's running low, though his cold demeanor offends the medic. Jack still supplies him with what he needs, but their meetings are tense and silent.

2016

AUGUST: Offenderman is hunted down and terminated by the other Slenders to prevent him from harming anyone else. All other vigilantes are happy to hear the news of his demise.

2019

OCTOBER: Zalgo and Lazari finally meet on Hallowe'en night with a little assistance from the Slenderman. Also on this night, Masky leads Sally's parents to her makeshift grave, out of which he'd dug her remains. Her parents get to say goodbye and give her a proper burial. Sally's spirit sticks around after but is no longer bound to that area of the woods. She's glad to be able to travel like everyone else now.