A little snippet of lore I've been working on for my creepypasta OC Jake :3
Jake dropped out of highschool junior year and ran away from their home in Virginia to live in their car. Eventually they ended up in Chattanooga, staying the night with random guys just to have a proper roof over their head. When they turned 18 the money they'd saved up from various fast food jobs had started to run dry, so they resorted to the first thing that came to mind.
Jake didn't hate the nightclub job, they actually kind of enjoyed it at first. It was a way to stretch their legs after being cramped into a small car for a majority of the last few months. The only problem was that it was a little further than they're used to going for work. The club was right past the state line into Alabama, just off the interstate and surrounded by dense woods. Jake wasn't too concerned with it though, they could bring their home with them after all.
From the moment they entered Alabama for the first time a heavy weight started to settle in their mind. Feelings of paranoia began consuming them, every second feeling like unwanted eyes were on them. And of course, in that line of work, there were many eyes at all times, but Jake was used to this— so why did it feel so awful now?
It began with seeing flashes of a tall figure in the corner of their eye, every time they went to clock in and out of work. They choked it up to relying too much on energy drinks to keep them awake, not having had a proper sleep since they left home.
It progressed, however, into face-to-face encounters with a very tall man, in a well kept black suit. If Jake was in the right mindset at the time, they would've appreciated the style, it being the fanciest clothing they'd ever seen in person. But instead, they awoke in the backseat of their car, hours later, with only vague memories of it ever happening.
Jake's paranoia began to rise when, instead of awaking in their car, they found themselves hunched over on soft moss, skin damp from the morning dew. The first time, they were still able to see their club behind them, but as time progressed they ended up deeper and deeper into the woods; having to find their way back to the interstate in a sleep-dazed haze.
Jake began to carry the only weapon they had, a pair of large craft scissors that they kept in their glove compartment. Throughout the years of being independent they'd learned plenty of things about self defense; the world is a dangerous place after all. The extent of their experience, though, was occasionally having to pepper spray some asshole that wouldn't leave them alone when they were out late on their own. This was different. Jake didn't know if, when it came down to it, they would be able to stab someone like that. The scissors did however ease their paranoia to some extent. Jake figured they would just have to wait and see if they had the willpower to use them.
They knew soon enough.
One late night, probably about 4:00am, after a particularly long shift Jake stepped out back to have a smoke before turning in. One of the clubs attendees, "clients" if you will, wobbled drunkenly around the corner to join them. Jake was already on edge, sleeping even less than usual, afraid to wake up on the cold grassy floor of the surrounding woods. The man wasn't even what Jake would determine "too close for comfort", they were too used to that for it to phase them anymore. However, one second the man was babbling conversation, cigarette in one hand, the other propped against the wall to keep himself steady, and the next, he was on the ground, cig forgotten about on the asphalt parking lot, bleeding profusely from his neck.
Jake wasn't sure how it happened, the man had never done anything to wrong him before, hell, Jake had never even had him personally as a client. But the feeling of unwanted eyes was too strong, bearing down on them until they broke, and they turned it onto the only person in sight.
They awoke this time, to the sun breaking out over the distant mountains, barely peeking through the dense trees. Jake's eyes slit open slowly to the sight of heavily worn porch steps, connected to a large, run down, but absolutely beautiful house.
They were drawn to it like a moth to a flame, dangerous but irresistible.
^^that is my OC Sol :3 I'll include some of this AU's lore below the cut !!
I haven't fully hashed it all out yet but basically at the end of TROS Ben and Sol both can use their force energy to revive Rey (so no one dies !!) and then they join the resistance with her.
At the end of TLJ and in the year leading up to TROS Rey and Sol use the force to communicate telepathically and she turns him to the light.
Lmk if you're interested in hearing more, I'll start posting what I have in my notebook about him :3
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