“I remember…” (Evan, WAKE UP 2013)
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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“I remember…” (Evan, WAKE UP 2013)
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.
Can't believe The REAL Slim Shady JR. Is officially 105
I have some horrible news
With the housing crisis and hurricane, I thought it would be a good time to bring out the big guns
Woke up to transgender surgery on illegal aliens and a grown man crying about how something he saw on TV wasn't real.
Somebody owes me twenty
Can't believe The REAL Slim Shady JR. Is officially 105
You got any HABIT headcanons?
Habit Headcanons
(tw: talk of cannibalism, mentions of violence)
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)
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★
Missing Iowan Girls, May be in Alabama
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.
who would tommie go to if he was desperate for help? like really slender sick or in a really bad spot?
tommie the yap flapper
Have the regular proxies (Toby, Kate, Masky, etc.) ever met the Collective?
Oooooohhh I’ve been thinking of this one a lot
order UP 🗣️‼️‼️
Crv Joy in charcoal
You, beautiful purveyor of chaos
destroyer of everything i know, have known, will know.
Slender sickness affects even the willing.
Nico doesn’t experience traditional slender sickness symptoms like most of the others, but even for someone like her, damage is inevitable - N
Crv Nico in charcoal
i’m cold, dad.
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.
hiii !!! :-] are your matchups still open? just wondering! tyty
They are still open! I've just been very busy lately with moving to a new place, starting a new job and doing a side project with my friends.
So go ahead and send whatever you want! Just be patient please