Ask Arcane

I'm a medium, a killer, and a person seeking thrills. ((Creepyasta ask/rp blog))

[askthearcane]

(C) Arcane And Jane The Killer

Arcane - Commission from KingdomWielders~ Normally, my commissions would be lineless but since my crappy sketch made my job difficult, I had to use the lines. Honestly, I could've done better but t...

I love this commission

Jane has always been my fav creepypasta girl and I think that they would bond over hating Jeff

The enemy of my enemy is my friend sort of thing? 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[realmysticalsorcery]

He gets an evil, ungodly idea and gets a match, lighting the box on fire while tipping it over so she gets stuck inside. “At least I HAD A PROPER FAMILY!”

[askthearcane]

The heat alerts her as well as the smoke and she punches out of the box, “AT LEAST I DONT GIVE PEOPLE CANCER WITH Y UGLY FACE!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

His eyes widen and he goes stiff, his eyes bloodshot and angry. “………………… YOU ARE GOING TO F*CKING GET IT YOU LIL SH*T!” He tackles her and pins her to the ground.

[askthearcane]

She grabs hold of his sleeves, using his weight as an anchor to twist her leg up wards and knee him in the stomach, “IN YOUR DREAMS OLD MAN!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

He punches her in the jaw and then starts strangling her.

[askthearcane]

She removes her knife from her pocket and stabs him repeatedly in the upper bicep, hoping to sever a tendon to make his grip loosen. 

[realmysticalsorcery]

Tears roll down his face as blood stains his clothes but he keeps his insane expression before twisting her head, teying to break her neck while enduring the pain.

[askthearcane]

She chokes in half a breath, pushing against his arm, kicking violently, kneeing him in the balls as she pushes one of his knees out from under him in an attempt to fuck up his angle on her. 

[realmysticalsorcery]

He hisses in pain, his grip weakening slightly until he twists her neck, making a loud snap come out. He then stares down at her limp form before sliding off, panting. “Shit……” he huffs, his clothes dripping blood. He gets up, limping while clutching the wound, his vision going in and out as he walks before he collapses against a tree.

[askthearcane]

She lies there, fading into unconsciousness as she is unable to move, breath, or control her heart beat.

Her last thought is that she hopes she fucked him up enough that he suffers a similar fate. 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[realmysticalsorcery]

He gets an evil, ungodly idea and gets a match, lighting the box on fire while tipping it over so she gets stuck inside. “At least I HAD A PROPER FAMILY!”

[askthearcane]

The heat alerts her as well as the smoke and she punches out of the box, “AT LEAST I DONT GIVE PEOPLE CANCER WITH Y UGLY FACE!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

His eyes widen and he goes stiff, his eyes bloodshot and angry. “………………… YOU ARE GOING TO F*CKING GET IT YOU LIL SH*T!” He tackles her and pins her to the ground.

[askthearcane]

She grabs hold of his sleeves, using his weight as an anchor to twist her leg up wards and knee him in the stomach, “IN YOUR DREAMS OLD MAN!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

He punches her in the jaw and then starts strangling her.

[askthearcane]

She removes her knife from her pocket and stabs him repeatedly in the upper bicep, hoping to sever a tendon to make his grip loosen. 

[realmysticalsorcery]

Tears roll down his face as blood stains his clothes but he keeps his insane expression before twisting her head, teying to break her neck while enduring the pain.

[askthearcane]

She chokes in half a breath, pushing against his arm, kicking violently, kneeing him in the balls as she pushes one of his knees out from under him in an attempt to fuck up his angle on her. 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[realmysticalsorcery]

He gets an evil, ungodly idea and gets a match, lighting the box on fire while tipping it over so she gets stuck inside. “At least I HAD A PROPER FAMILY!”

[askthearcane]

The heat alerts her as well as the smoke and she punches out of the box, “AT LEAST I DONT GIVE PEOPLE CANCER WITH Y UGLY FACE!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

His eyes widen and he goes stiff, his eyes bloodshot and angry. “………………… YOU ARE GOING TO F*CKING GET IT YOU LIL SH*T!” He tackles her and pins her to the ground.

[askthearcane]

She grabs hold of his sleeves, using his weight as an anchor to twist her leg up wards and knee him in the stomach, “IN YOUR DREAMS OLD MAN!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

He punches her in the jaw and then starts strangling her.

[askthearcane]

She removes her knife from her pocket and stabs him repeatedly in the upper bicep, hoping to sever a tendon to make his grip loosen. 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[realmysticalsorcery]

He gets an evil, ungodly idea and gets a match, lighting the box on fire while tipping it over so she gets stuck inside. “At least I HAD A PROPER FAMILY!”

[askthearcane]

The heat alerts her as well as the smoke and she punches out of the box, “AT LEAST I DONT GIVE PEOPLE CANCER WITH Y UGLY FACE!” 

[realmysticalsorcery]

His eyes widen and he goes stiff, his eyes bloodshot and angry. “………………… YOU ARE GOING TO F*CKING GET IT YOU LIL SH*T!” He tackles her and pins her to the ground.

[askthearcane]

She grabs hold of his sleeves, using his weight as an anchor to twist her leg up wards and knee him in the stomach, “IN YOUR DREAMS OLD MAN!” 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[realmysticalsorcery]

He gets an evil, ungodly idea and gets a match, lighting the box on fire while tipping it over so she gets stuck inside. “At least I HAD A PROPER FAMILY!”

[askthearcane]

The heat alerts her as well as the smoke and she punches out of the box, “AT LEAST I DONT GIVE PEOPLE CANCER WITH Y UGLY FACE!” 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He shreds the box. “IM ONLY 63 FOR YOUR INFORMATION! BEING OLDER ALSO MEANS IM WISER AND MORE AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS UNLIKE YOUR GENERATION WHICH DOES NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR ASS AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY WHILE TEXTING ON YOUR WORTHLESS DEVICES!”

Crowd of teenagers- D’: b-but…

[askthearcane]

She dodges back and forth, being scathed by the blade several times, “I DON’T EVEN OWN A CELL PHONE! WHAT SO GREAT ABOUT BEING OLD IF YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT UP!?”

((ooooooh

she went there))

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[realmysticalsorcery]

“I’M OLDER THAN YOU AND YOU SHOULD RESPECT ME!” His eyes narrow. “YOU LIL SH*T!” He stabs another in.

[askthearcane]

She looks at the sword between her legs, “Why should I respect a bag of wrinkles with shitty aim!?”

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[realmysticalsorcery]

He angrily stabs a sword through the box. “LET ME IN DAMN YOU!”

Me: *watches* RESPECT YOUR ELDERS KIDS OR THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! (xD)

[askthearcane]

“Dude!! Read the sign you useless mudpile! No motherfucking Grandes allowed!”

((No regrets)) 

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[realmysticalsorcery]

Grande: You are such a bitch. *scowls and grits teeth*

[askthearcane]

She yells from inside the box, “That’s THE bitch to you.”

[askthearcane]

Shout out to MCP for narrating my story a while back

It was like getting a little pat on the back that made me want to keep writing

I don’t think I ever properly said thanks...

So thanks xD

[askthearcane]

Hello Arcane, what dragged you to tumbler? *polishes hacksaw*

[purple-guy-the-killer]

No Sleep for the Purple Man

Vincent’s eyes were closed and he was laying on the floor in the back room, as was the usual, on the very edge of sleep, but not quite over yet. Before he could finally get that extra push though, he heard loud knocking on the door to the back room. He whined, closing his eyes tightly “whaaaaaat?” He asks, his word drawn out by a deep yawn

[askthearcane]

Rachel growled at the door, slamming her body weight into it as it crashed open. She stumbled initialy and placed both hands on her hips as she steadied. “Wake up bitch! Time to kill kiddos,” the final sentence practically ending in a purr. 

[purple-guy-the-killer]

Vincent whined, his knees being pulled up to his chest as he scrunched up his face “not now….later” he groans “I’m too sleepy….” He murmurs, already beginning to drift back off once again

[askthearcane]

“Oh come on,” her shoulder hurt from ramming the door down and she wasn’t going to give up that easily. “What kind of fearsome kid killer let’s sleep stop them? That’s what coffee is for.” Night was such an easy time for snatching them from their homes as well, though she did enjoy her babysitter cover when it came to targets in well secured homes. People were so gullible, and carrying a child in your arms saying they’d fallen asleep ad you were taking them home worked like a charm on the common passerby. 

[purple-guy-the-killer]

“…..this one” Vincent mumbles, rolling over to face the wall, his back to the intruder. “I don’t like coffee, it’s bitter and…I don’t like it” he whines, his sleep-hazed mind mixing up his sentences “let’s do it tomorrow….”

[askthearcane]

She inhaled sharply, walking across the room and crouching behind him, “You’re a kill joy.” She poked him lightly,” Why the hell are you trying to sleep on the floor anyway?”

[nathan-the-nobody]

Hey, fuckhead, how's it hanging?

Did I hear something? Oh its you shorty, how’s the weather down there?

[askthearcane]

She frowns, “Better than up there with the people who have to look at your ugly mug.”

[nathan-the-nobody]

Oh how I enjoy our “little” chats. So when do you graduate that middle school of yours? in a year?

[askthearcane]

“About the same time you start your job at Monsters Inc. After all, scarring children when they just look at you is your specialty.”

[nathan-the-nobody]

You really need to stop hitting on me, I’m not into kids. *smirks*

[askthearcane]

“HA! You wish you could get with this, asshole. Don’t make me laugh.”

[nathan-the-nobody]

You’re just adorable when you act tough.

[askthearcane]

Yeah, whatever you say ‘Big Bird’.

[purple-guy-the-killer]

No Sleep for the Purple Man

Vincent’s eyes were closed and he was laying on the floor in the back room, as was the usual, on the very edge of sleep, but not quite over yet. Before he could finally get that extra push though, he heard loud knocking on the door to the back room. He whined, closing his eyes tightly “whaaaaaat?” He asks, his word drawn out by a deep yawn

[askthearcane]

Rachel growled at the door, slamming her body weight into it as it crashed open. She stumbled initialy and placed both hands on her hips as she steadied. “Wake up bitch! Time to kill kiddos,” the final sentence practically ending in a purr. 

[purple-guy-the-killer]

Vincent whined, his knees being pulled up to his chest as he scrunched up his face “not now….later” he groans “I’m too sleepy….” He murmurs, already beginning to drift back off once again

[askthearcane]

“Oh come on,” her shoulder hurt from ramming the door down and she wasn’t going to give up that easily. “What kind of fearsome kid killer let’s sleep stop them? That’s what coffee is for.” Night was such an easy time for snatching them from their homes as well, though she did enjoy her babysitter cover when it came to targets in well secured homes. People were so gullible, and carrying a child in your arms saying they’d fallen asleep ad you were taking them home worked like a charm on the common passerby. 

[purple-guy-the-killer]

No Sleep for the Purple Man

Vincent’s eyes were closed and he was laying on the floor in the back room, as was the usual, on the very edge of sleep, but not quite over yet. Before he could finally get that extra push though, he heard loud knocking on the door to the back room. He whined, closing his eyes tightly “whaaaaaat?” He asks, his word drawn out by a deep yawn

[askthearcane]

Rachel growled at the door, slamming her body weight into it as it crashed open. She stumbled initialy and placed both hands on her hips as she steadied. “Wake up bitch! Time to kill kiddos,” the final sentence practically ending in a purr. 

[askthearcane]

Infiltration || jessicalockeisveryconfused

This thread will contain adult content. Themes will include sex, rape, and other very very bad things. Both muns are of age and consent to their muses going through this. Neither mun condones rape. Rape is a horrible, nasty, vile thing and no one should have to experience it in real life. If rape upsets you please do not follow this thread. Each post will be trigger tagged and I will be inserting read mores since my partner is on mobile. Both muns run horror themed blogs where adult content is expected and are participating in this rp willingly as a way to improve writing skills. Once again, neither mun is pro-rape. We are very VERY much anti rape.

Night had settled into place a few hours prior to Rachel rounding the corner not too far from Jessica Locke’s new apartment building. She had been keeping a close watch on the girl ever since she’d attempted to enlighten her and decided it was high time she paid her little friend another visit. Rachel’s patience was running thin and Jess had two options, either she would become her equal... or she would die. Considering how many individuals she’d murdered leading up to this point the latter option would provide no difficulty. 

Whether or not the decision would be made tonight was unclear to Rachel at this point. She adjusted the heavy backpack she’d thrown on over her usual clothing, not needing a hood to hide her features since she allowed her black hair to hang in her face. It’d been a long while since she cut it and though taking a knife to hair wasn’t pretty it was efficient.

She opted for the stairs, her legs strong from years of track in high school and plenty of midnight runs avoiding the police. Though she still carried with her the memory of the detective who brought everything together, a scar across her right upper arm where the bullet of his gun had grazed her. Considering he’d been aiming at the ghost behind her at the time she was grateful her injury hadn’t been worse.