Note: I didn't draw these, they are from artists I paid to draw them for me. I'm making this post since a lot of people on tiktok are asking me where I get my jeffwork art from!!
Artist- spookyratart (on tiktok and insta)
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Artist- sweet_alis.sum_ (tiktok)
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Artist- sxntsharky (tiktok)
Artist- centipet3 (tiktok)
Artist- sea_fairri (tiktok)
Artist- angelordavidorcriezz (tiktok)
Artist- kud0kat (tiktok)
Okay that's all I have for now!! I'm not really active on tumbler but I am on tiktok so go follow me on there!!
Note- Sorry if this is badly written or has typos. I didn't change much about her original backstory but ill still say it is a rewrite. Anyway enjoy💕
CW- Writing of SA(vague mentions not explicit writing of it), violence, and gore(not too detailed but still mentioned).
-Character Description-
Name: Natalie ouellette
Birthday: November 6th 1996
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Brunette
Gender: Woman
Height: 176cm or 5,9
Race: White
Seuxality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Clockwork's appearance is somewhat different. I would just make the clothing she wears more detailed or have some kind of memorable design to the clothes she wears. The pictures above are almost exactly how her outfit would look except she would wear a white tank underneath the coat. She always has her hair in a half up-half down style. She would also have knife holsters on both of her legs that she made herself.
Backstory:
Natalie grew up poor in a trailer park with her parents and brother. Her father wasted what little money they had on booze and drugs, taking out his anger on her and hitting her sometimes when he was really drunk. Her mother wasn’t any better, always lashing out. But her brother was the worst. When they were young, he led her into his room, and that night, everything changed. The next day at school, she didn’t speak. That night, he did it again.
She eventually told a group of girls she barely knew, hoping for help. Instead, the rumors spread within a day. Threats flooded her social media, and she could do nothing about it. By sixteen, she focused on school, but her mind drifted. Her notebooks filled with gory drawings. A teacher once caught her and, instead of questioning it, simply said,
“Your time is almost up, Natalie.”
It kept happening. Every time something went wrong, someone said it. She started to hate how time was always against her.
After school, her boyfriend pulled her aside. For a moment, she thought it was something good. Instead, he broke up with her. Said her mindset scared him, that her drawings were disturbing. He left, and she stood there alone.
That night, she whispered to herself in the bathroom mirror. “I won’t harm myself like the others.” Her gaze flicked to the thread and needle on the counter. A hollow laugh escaped her.
“No… I’m doing this because I want to.”
"Time is up."
She stitched the sides of her mouth into a smile. Her mother caught her staring at her reflection, horror in her eyes. The next day, her mother took action. She saw something on TV about an operation to help people like Natalie. Mentally unwell people. She told her daughter they were going to therapy as a cover up.
During the car ride, Natalie fell asleep. In her dream, a voice, deep and familiar, whispered, Your time is up.
She woke up strapped to a white bed in a white room. A doctor passed by, explaining that her parents brought her there for help. Panic set in as he put her to sleep.
She woke up during the operation. Her body wouldn’t move, but she could feel the needles, the injections. The doctors realized too late that she was awake. Another dose of gas knocked her back under.
When she woke again, the doctor stood beside her. He told her the operation didn't go as planned and then asked how she felt. Instead of fear, she smiled. She said she felt amazing. Then, she attacked him.
She left the facility with blood on her hands and walked home. When she reached the trailer, she knocked. Her mother opened the door. Natalie killed her first with ease, leaving the body at the entrance.
In the living room, her father lay passed out drunk on the couch like always. She took his shotgun and pointed it at his face.
"Your time is up, father."
She pulled the trigger. She smiled as she looked at his blown off face. Natalie walked into the kitchen to grab a knife and slowly approached her brothers room.
Her brother had heard the shot and hid behind the door with a bat. When she stepped inside his room, he struck her in the head. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the bat before he could swing again, and shoved him hard against the bed frame. He gasped. She didn’t stop.
She made sure he felt everything.
After, she stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror for what felt like hours. Then, her gaze landed on a pocket watch. The sound of the ticking filling the bathroom. Slowly, she picked her knife up.
The knife was cold against her skin as she cut into her eye. The pain was sharp, blinding, but she kept going. Blood spilled down her face as the eyeball dropped into the sink. She grabbed the lighter, heated the blade, and cauterized the wound. The scent of burning flesh filled the air, but she barely reacted.
Then, she pried the small clock from the watch and pushed it into her empty eye socket. She looked in the mirror again and smiled.
Still covered in blood, she walked to her room. She grabbed a backpack, stuffing in clothes and anything useful. Then, her eyes landed on something, her old giraffe plushie. She had it since she was six. For a moment, she hesitated. Then, she picked it up and stuffed it inside the bag.
Gathering old newspapers and magazines, she spread them over the gas stove. A gasoline can from the shed helped speed things up. She poured it over the couch and anything flammable, making a trail leading outside. Natalie quickly turned the gas stove on and watched as the newspapers slowly started to burn and engulf in flames. She walked back outside, back to the trail of gasoline she made.
Flicking the lighter open, she dropped it onto the path of gasoline. Flames engulfed the trailer in seconds. She watched for a moment before turning away. Natalie didn’t walk out of the trailer park. Clockwork did.
Life in the woods:
Currently clockwork lives in an old rangers cabin in Slenderman's woods.
While she was on the run from the cops she felt like the forest was calling her. Soon she entered, searching for a habitable place to live. She found the cabin deep in the forest. It was by a lake so she didn't have to do much to find water to drink.
When going in the cabin it was dusty and old. It had one bedroom, a kitchen, and of course a bathroom.
But she did have to set up a generator so she would have power and struggles a lot to find enough fuel to power it.
Clockwork is also very clean. She doesn't like feeling dirty and takes baths regularly, unlike some of the other creepypastas. She washes her clothes by hand and hang drys them.
The woods' winters are very unforgiving though. Clockwork usually hunts for her food but when winter hits she struggles a lot. When times get very desperate, she is forced to go into town to supply with food. When she does these supply runs though she makes sure she wears an eye patch and has her hoodie up so no one recognizes her.
Murder in the woods:
Clockwork is brutal and calculated with her killings.
She is driven by the need to relive the moment she ended her family, especially her brother. She prefers to kill men, drawn to the thrill of overpowering them and making them suffer. There’s a sick satisfaction in breaking those who once saw themselves as strong.
Her victims are often hikers or campers who stray too deep into the woods. She thrives in the summer, when tourists and explorers flood the area, unaware of the danger lurking beyond the trees. The warmer months allow her to be more active, stalking her prey and toying with them before making her move.
The winter forces her into survival mode. The harsh conditions make it harder to hunt, and with fewer people venturing into the woods, she doesn't see many people to kill. She spends the season maintaining the cabin, gathering resources, and ensuring she’ll last until next season where she'll be able to spill blood again.
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