I love the thought that the police force exists in the Creepypasta Universe. Makes it feel more realistic, cops not doing their job correctly and everything. But it also introduces a ton of different situations.
The cops know that whoever goes into the forest never comes back out, and if they do they’re usually missing a piece or three. They understand that fact as well.
That leads to my favorite headcanon. The cop force know and understand the dangers, but instead of trying to get rid of these killers plaguing their towns these cops all of a sudden become useless.
Nobody likes cops, that’s well known. Any looks directed towards a person in a badge can be any combination of emotions. Some hateful, some fearful. But when more and more bloody scenes are found there's a moment, a little whisper within a brutalized community. Maybe… just maybe, they could fight back.
It’s the same thing every time the forest outside of a town becomes a little too quiet when the children that used to play in the trees now stare emptily at the forest that their parents played in as kids. People start putting up more cameras, just to find them broken and smashed. Search parties spend hours to try and find one missing person just to come back with fewer people.
The first warnings are from the cops, well what would be left of them. After years of protecting their community fewer and fewer calls are answered with urgency. Saying “Do it yourself”.
They become more violent, and prone to shooting before asking because who knows which person is innocent and which isn’t? New stations come to bring light on the crumbling society but nothing is put on air.
It’s just silenced chaos.
When the fog clears, nothing is the same anymore. But nobody talks about it again. They say it was gang violence, blaming it on politics or worse. Just for the forest to regain its cheer as if a broken record has been pushed to its limits. The song of birds once so cheerful now stands as a warning to whoever comes in.
Ok so let's start off with saying Habit is feral. Like he probably has rabies and not the haha funny kind. Like full on demon of a man. HE ATE A BABY
Bro was all about them baby back ribs and Jeff kabobs I don't think he a normal guy.
In that sense however he’s a very sadistic and sociopathic being that extends past our little human minds.
He can heal Evan’s body at will throughout the series, so I'd like to believe that this guy has done things off camera that we haven't seen.
I can bet a total of… three dollars and 57 cents that he acts like Bill from “Gravity Falls” but when he's possessing Dipper. Like this demon has zero social understanding unless it's to destroy society.
That being said let's think of some more positive headcanons (if that's possible)
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I like to think that he has a huge sweet tooth, not just for Reese’s but any chocolate. Hershey, KitKats, and even chocolate bunnies.
Unlike Evan, he’s a big junk food enthusiast, Wendy’s and McDonald’s and this man is scarfing them down with no care in the world.
Genuinely, on god, Habit believes that Salsa is a smoothie because “all vegetables are fruit or berries anyways” he really doesn't care about anything with nutritional value.
Habit is definitely more possessive than he lets on, not just being possessive over a human but anything. We see this with the table of weapons etc.
So my thought is that Habit has a soft spot for gifts. I mean he is technically a demonic force and what deity doesn’t like a few gifts every once in a while?
But this dude is demanding when it comes to gifts, if he doesn't like it he’ll be able to tell you nicely and gently that he doesn't like his gift.
I mean you might end up tied up with a purple bow and thrown off a nearby bridge but hey. Kinda comes with the package of trying to be thoughtful to a demon with a crappy appetite and a bad attitude that reflects a discord mod that listens to Frank Sinatra
I like to think that habit is much more powerful in the Candleverse than he lets on. Yeah, he can teleport himself and others in this universe I like to think he can also navigate and change the universe more thoroughly.
Nearly a god in this universe compared to the others, can just click his fingers to make things appear but where’s the fun in that? The best part is getting hands-on with the experience when it comes to him.
So that’s why he just keeps a table of weapons and goes to drive-thrus. It's just how he is. A confusing mess of chaos and calamity matoty shoved into a five-foot-tall college boy.
The Alabama state police are requesting the assistance of the public and local police to find two missing girls.
Lilith Hume Waters, 6 and Eyelynn Joy Bennett, 7 were last seen on Saturday, October 22nd 1994 while on a camping trip for Evelynn’s birthday. For the last few days cops have interviewed family members and friends alike to no avail. Lilith is described as a caucasian young girl, 4’2, approximately 44 pounds. She has dark brown hair, and hazel colored eyes, and was last seen wearing an outfit consisting of a light blue t-shirt with an apple decal on the chest and a long jean skirt with red shoes and answers to the name Lily
Evelynn is described as a young caucasian girl, 4’3, approximately 42 pounds. She has blonde hair, and blue eyes, and was last seen wearing an outfit consisting of a striped sweater with a long jean skirt with flowers embroidered on the hem and answers to the name Eve or Evie and has a mole on the left side of her cheek
Their last known location was at the Honeycomb Campground in northern Alabama, when the girls went missing in the night from their parent’s motorhome. The parents of the sisters believe that they might have decided to visit their aunt in nearby small-town Farnbury and got lost in the forest surrounding the small town.
If you have any information please contact local state police at ██████ or ██████. A reward is offered for anyone that has any information that leads to the recovery of the sisters.
Have the regular proxies (Toby, Kate, Masky, etc.) ever met the Collective?
Oooooohhh I’ve been thinking of this one a lot
Considering that within my little bubble with Creepypasta and the Slenderverse being that they're two different dimensions I would say that it would be nearly impossible for the proxies to meet the collective.
A blunt explanation is Marble hornets exist in the world of Creepypasta while Slenderverse is a separate world.
However, Stick in the Mud isn't the only one that can jump between dimensions. We've seen beings like Rake, Firebrand, and Habit have the ability to do this. So I would say that the Proxies have met at least a few of them.
Habit is a definite visitor of the CRP world, the chaos of demons walking around along with ghost children and horrible law enforcement. This man travels there constantly, usually under Slenderman’s nose. He’s rubbed elbows with the proxies on occasion, although it's painfully clear he's not welcomed.
He constantly messes with the proxies when he can, taking a liking to Tim in specific because he’s similar to Vinnie in a way. Although sometimes he does turn to Toby to mess with the dude. After one visit from Habit, Toby picked up a tic of saying Jeff-Kabob and the rest can't figure out what he means.
Tim hates Habit with a passion because of this.
Firebrand and Observer on the other hand are more welcomed than Habit. The Proxies understand that there are different dimensions that Slenderman can travel to. So it doesn't surprise them when two demigods come to visit randomly.
What they don’t understand is the difference between them. Both groups are under Slender’s control, yes… but wildly different at the same time. Neither are exactly “human” anymore but there’s still an obvious difference between them.
I’d say Observer oddly gets along with Brian, something about the guy just seems similar. While Firebrand usually keeps his distance from the group, not wanting nor liking the idea of the two dimensions interacting.
Patrick on the other hand is much more of a common sight than the rest of them, however. Given how he’s directly the closest we have to a human proxy in the Slenderverse, with him providing food for Slender over and over in his iterations.
So he’s more likely to be seen with the proxies and being much more one on one with them.
All in all, there are big differences between the Slenderverse and Creepypasta. Especially the fact reiterations and Demigods are common in one while man-eating demons and satan himself in the other. It’s a bit of a culture shock.
The proxies in CRPverse can also go to the Slenderverse, but it’s a rarity considering there’s only one copy of them. If the proxies die there is no reiteration or respawn, that’s it. With this risk in mind they stay in their dimension. They’ve dealt with worse than a random short man with a machete and another in suspenders, just wait till they find out about the rake cults.
the young boy with tattered shorts and a t-shirt two sizes too big held an ax with clumsy hands. as giant as he was for his age, he was still dwarfed by the shadow of his father looming behind him.
you’ll outgrow a jacket the minute we buy one. when i was your age, i was runnin’ around shirtless in the snow.
the boy said nothing. his father polished off the bottle in his hand and tossed it to the side of the stump in front of them both. a thick chunk of wood rested on top of it, waiting to be split into firewood.
do it again. the right way. don’t make me repeat myself.
the oregon winter tore through the boy’s t-shirt like paper as he hesitantly adjusted his grip on the ax. it was a heavy thing, and no amount of fidgeting made the worn, splintered wood any kinder to his hands. he reeled it back the same way he did for his little league baseball games, then-
no, damnit. remember what i said!
the boy’s father swatted the back of his head, and the boy quickly corrected himself. he let the blade rest on the edge of the stump instead, and his hands slid over to the back of the handle. backpedaling, he tried to lift the blade up into the air.
it didn’t get far. the blade wasn’t balanced the same as his plastic bats, and he couldn’t lift it high enough over his shoulders to swing at the chunk of wood on the stump. he kept trying to raise it, but the ax began to shake.
swing, damn it!
the boy tensed, and the blade swung down, but it didn’t catch the wood. instead, it wedged itself in the roots at the base of the stump. startled, the boy’s grip loosened, and he let go of the ax.
what are you doing, kid? pick it back up.
the boy stumbles forwards, but his feet are clumsy too. he is downward-bound, and scrapes his knee against the scraps of wood around the stump. his palms plant firmly into the ground on either side of himself, and he seethes. tears threaten to dot his eyes.
rub some dirt on it, thomas. get up.
thomas doesn’t move.
i don’t wanna do this anymore.
but his father’s shadow looms over him.
i don’t care. you’ll learn to use that damn thing if it kills you.
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