Hi, my name is Laila (she/her), I'm 18 and I speak Spanish and English!
In this blog you'll find creepypasta fanart and also many drawings and stories of my ocs. I love talking about them, so feel free to submit questions through my askbox!
⋆.˚ My creepypasta OC's and the # I use for them are:
Verónica (#veronica the unhealed)
Angel (#broken angel)
Jonathan (soon to come!)
⋆.˚ Other fandoms I'm in and interests:
Marble Hornets ⦻
Death Note ♱
Classic Literature and Art 🖋
Angels ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.
⋆.˚ DNI
Racists, homophobes, transphobes, proshippers, sh/ed communities... and enjoyers of similar stuff, get out, please.
⋆.˚ Some more!
I really like meeting new people, too, and I'd love to make new friends around here ^^ You can talk to me whenever!!! And I appreciate A LOT people liking/reblogging/commenting on my stuff!!!
Once a simple, stressed-out fifth-year medical student, Veronica is now the proxies' doctor. After being locked up alongside her brother in a building where clandestine medical experiments were conducted on humans, her body and mind were left shattered. After Daniel’s death and her escape from the place, her traumatized soul found in Slenderman a kind of benevolent demigod who gave her a second chance at life and helped her escape.
Her faith in Him is unshakable. Although she doesn’t consider herself a murderer or a cruel person, if He tells her to kill, she will kill; if He tells her to heal, she will heal. Veronica would never dare to go against His wishes. If He wants someone dead its because they deserve it, after all.
Whether very late at night or very early in the morning, through the hallways of the Proxies’ cabin, you can hear the sound of her cane tapping the floor. Rhythmic, deliberate, as she makes her way to her small clinic in one of the cabin’s formerly empty rooms.
She may wait there for hours, studying everything she was unable to learn during her studies—which were cut short by betrayal and that hell—until a wounded person arrives. Usually Toby Rogers, who, being unable to feel pain, neglects his body and is therefore her star patient. Brian might also show up, sly as usual, or Kate to pay her a visit—she never speaks, but she doesn’t judge or pressure either. Or maybe Tim will show up to invite her out onto the porch for a while and spend a few hours together, apart from the others. Just them.
(Full body version and close ups below!! Silliness too...)
<This is just a rough summary of her story! Some things may seem a little underexplained or vague. Maybe someday I'll write her whole story down and publish it on ao3, if you like Veronica and show her some love, hehe!>
Ever since she was a little girl, Veronica always felt suffocating pressure to succeed. Being top of the class wasn't something exceptional, but rather the norm she had to meet to keep her whole family happy, especially her parents. The only person in her family circle who never demanded anything of her and who loved her unconditionally was her older brother, Daniel. The two siblings were inseparable. He would bring Veronica along on outings with his friends, and when Veronica made new friends—friends she was always unable to keep for one reason or another—she would invite Daniel to hang out with them too.
After a few years full of anxiety and crises, knowing that she needed an extremely high grade to get into the university she wanted, Veronica managed to get into medical school. She was able to partially free herself from the pressure of her parents, who were satisfied with her achievement, and she met many new people, which was so refreshing for her. In her first year, Veronica managed to form a small group of friends with whom she did everything: they studied together, went hiking in the mountains, planned summer trips, and went out on weekends to relieve the stress of their studies. Daniel sometimes joined in on their plans and was well received, especially by one of her friends who, as everyone in the group knew, liked him.
The fourth year arrived and, when she started her hospital internship, she and her friends began to see each other less. Almost all of her friends went to the same hospital, but she chose one further away. However, that didn't seem to affect their friendship... If something was going on, she didn't notice. The stress of long days and difficult exams didn't leave her much time to breathe.
It was several months later when everything went wrong.
Veronica and her friends had arranged to go on a hike in the mountains and spend the night camping, as was customary among them. Without telling her friends, she brought her brother along, which, surprisingly, seemed to upset the group, something that had never happened before. Throughout the hike, with their backpacks on their backs, her friends were terribly quiet and wouldn't look her in the face. Worried that she had upset them in some way, Veronica apologized several times, anxiously, but none of them responded. Daniel suggested several times that they leave, because he had a bad feeling, but Veronica decided to ignore him and insisted that when they got to the camping area, they would all talk together and sort out whatever was going on.
They arrived, night fell, and the tension in the air had not yet dissipated. Veronica tried to talk to them, supported by her brother, but they avoided her gaze. One of her friends began to shout at her angrily, reproaching her for bringing Daniel, which would only “make things worse.” There was no time for the argument to escalate because the sound of a car engine could be heard in the distance. 'It's too late for new campers to arrive,' Daniel commented. No one replied.
The sound of the engine stopped when it was a safe distance from the campsite, and some men appeared in front of the group. One of Veronica's friends pointed at her. They pounced on her.
Veronica has never been able to remember that night clearly. She knows that the men immobilized her, that Daniel came to her defense, that there was an argument between the men, her friends, and her brother, and that they ended up taking both her and him away. What will never be erased from her mind are the looks on her “friends'” faces as they watched them being dragged away to the car.
Apparently, his friends had gotten themselves into serious trouble at the hospital where they were doing their internships. They had asked questions they shouldn't have asked and gone out with people they shouldn't have gone out with, and ended up discovering what should have remained hidden: a network of kidnappings for clearly illegal medical research. They were threatened with being taken away. They offered money, favors, anything to calm the situation down. They swore they would never say anything about it to anyone. And the doctors in the network accepted... in exchange for one of them as compensation and guarantee. They had no choice and agreed. During the two weeks they had been given, they thought about which one of them would turn themselves in. But they were afraid, they didn't want to sacrifice themselves for the rest... So they ended up deciding to hand over Veronica. She knew nothing, she was not to blame... She would be like an innocent lamb going to the slaughterhouse... But the doctors agreed, so quickly everything was arranged to take her away and for the rest of the group to later pretend that she had escaped or disappeared. That her brother had also been involved had truly been an unfortunate accident.
Daniel and Veronica spent the next few months (or was it years? Veronica can't remember) as test subjects in clandestine operating rooms. Wealthy individuals paid to watch the horrific operations that were forcibly performed on them in a claustrophobic underground complex. They weren't the only “patients” there. Experiments “for the greater good,” “for the love of medicine,” were carried out on their bodies. And since some morbid millionaires paid exorbitant amounts of money, some controlled vivisections were even performed.
Pain, pain, pain. That was all Veronica could think about in that place. She began to tremble every time she heard footsteps beyond the door of the room where the “patients” were kept, and the sight of a syringe heading for her arm was enough to trigger a panic attack. In addition, she felt dizzy at all hours of the day. She didn't know if it was the medication, the fear, the injuries, or the hatred she felt. Sometimes, intrusive thoughts flashed through her mind without her being able to control them, and she had terrible coughing fits in the middle of the night that kept her awake, to the point that they separated her from the other patients and her brother at night so she wouldn't disturb them.
Her brother... The only good thing in the midst of that horrible hell. But Daniel, whose body had always been a little more delicate, couldn't take it. And, in one of the poorly performed operations, he died.
The dizziness, the voices, the coughing fits, even memory loss... From that day on, all those symptoms worsened in Veronica, who was torn between a state of shock and immense depression. And also anger. An immense anger filled with hatred.
Weeks later, when she awoke from her latest memory loss, everything was silent. She was covered in dried blood and had a few scratches. In that basement system that had been her prison for so long, only the corpses of her captors remained, and no trace of the other victims. After limping through the corridors lit by white LED lights, she found the exit. Some stairs, an open door, a small building that looked abandoned in the middle of the forest that had been the cover for that clandestine organization... and the exit door. Freedom. The door through which, hours earlier, the rest of the victims had fled, taking advantage of the chaos and massacre she had started and which they, driven by the desire for freedom, anger, and pain, had continued.
Staggering, Veronica wandered through the forest, clinging to the tree trunks she found in her path. She kept going around in circles while suffering from a horrible headache and a sharp, endless ringing in her ears. A coughing fit made her double over and fall to the ground. When she looked up, Veronica was no longer alone. A tall, extremely tall, faceless creature stood before her. Veronica's body contracted with terror, but her mind... her mind was filled with a strange peace as she looked at that creature.
She tried to get back on her feet and move toward it, but the coughing forced her to drop back down. When she looked up, that being was no longer there. But in the distance, she heard male voices and footsteps. Someone was approaching her. She didn't know it yet, but these would be the people with whom she would spend a great deal of time from that moment on. Later, she would learn that they were called “proxies,” and that she was now one of them.
<Hey! Thank you for reading this whole thing! I hope you liked it, hehe>
Verónica had been terrified during her first weeks in the cabin with the proxies, and her unease only worsened when she realized that her assigned role would be to tend to them medically and keep them healthy. She had promised herself she would never again have anything to do with Medicine if she ever escaped the hell she came from, yet now it was the duty entrusted to her by Her Savior… so she swallowed it. She turned one of the cabin’s empty rooms into a makeshift clinic, made supply lists, and organized everything just as she used to do almost a year ago.
And how did it go with the other proxies? Do they get along? Do they hate or just ignore each other? Vero's relationships with Brian, Toby, Tim and Kate below the cut!!
At first, the only one she interacted with regularly was Brian. He approached her with kindness—artificial, rehearsed kindness, but it was more than anyone else offered. Tim, with his violent temper, and Toby, with his unpredictable instability, both frightened her. Kate was someone she didn’t even know existed at the beginning; she rarely came by the cabin and never spoke. But strangely, Kate was the one Verónica tried hardest to approach once she discovered her. Something about her silence felt less threatening than the others’ actions towards her.
Over time, Toby became the one who spent the most hours in her clinic—sometimes because he was injured, sometimes because he was avoiding the others, and sometimes simply out of boredom. Through these long stretches of forced proximity, they developed a strange, passive-aggressive relationship: protective without admitting it, hostile without really meaning it. They annoyed each other constantly, and yet gravitated toward each other more than either of them realized. They both carried the wound of having lost an older sibling, and without knowing it, they began to fill that role for one another. Even if they did, they would never admit it.
Tim was different. Verónica avoided him at first; his violent attitude scared her, and his tense silence was even worse. But her insomnia pushed her out onto the porch night after night, staring at the dark woods for hours. Often, Tim was already there, smoking in the cold air. At first, they didn’t speak. Too cautious. Too wary. But eventually, Verónica began initiating light, brief conversations that slowly became more comfortable. They always fell silent whenever the topic drifted toward personal matters, though. Yet, the quiet nights spent side by side carved out a kind of… trust. Tim didn’t talk much, but he didn’t leave either, and Verónica’s body started relaxing more in his presence with each new interaction.
Her relationship with Brian remained the most complicated. In the beginning, he was her guide—her anchor when everything was new and overwhelming. He taught her what she needed to know, kept her from falling apart, and listened when she vented fragments of her trauma in the middle of panic attacks. But now she understands the price of having confided in him. Brian knows far more than she wishes he did. His smiles are always polite, but never warm. His tone is gentle, but always calculated. She can feel the manipulation underneath everything he does for her, the subtle pressure that reminds her she is useful only as long as she stays obedient. They don’t genuinely get along or dislike each other; their dynamic is defined by the knowledge that the power imbalance is too large to ignore. Brian stands above her and both of them know it, even when he pretends otherwise.
Kate remains the quietest presence in the cabin, but for Verónica she becomes an unexpected source of stability. Unlike the others, Kate never pressures her, never interrogates her, never pretends to comfort her. She simply accepts her existence without judgment and her company without complaint. She observes Verónica carefully, as if deciding whether she will break or adapt, but never shows evident interest in her. In her own silent way, Kate tolerates her presence more than she tolerates anyone else’s. Verónica feels strangely at peace around her, relieved by the lack of emotional demands.
Hiii! I've seen you are taking art requests so I wanted to ask, if it's not a bother, if you could draw my creepypasta oc (Verónica, she's around my profile!) with Tim/Masky... As a couple or just friends, you choose!! No pressure or rush, just if you want to! Btw, your style is amazing, I admire your drawings a lot, especially how you draw Nina! Your design of her is awesome
your oc is really cool btw!!!! I had fun making this
Hii! I've seen your request are open and... I hope it's okay to ask but I absolutely love your style and I was wondering if you could draw my crp oc (Verónica)? Whether you just feel like doodling her or her with Tim/Masky (my yume hehe) I'll be more than happy!!
(Ref is on my profile)
Thank you!!! Have a nice day btw!
totally okay to ask and tysm !! I actually had a lot of fun drawing them they’re so cute. I always enjoy drawing Tim.
Hi Moon!! I'm doing great c: I recently finished my exams so now I can rest a little and draw and write more hehe
How are you? I hope you are doing great ^^ Btw I saw your post about Lenore Dove and dare I say I love that oc so my dms are more than open if you wanna yap about her!
Omg I can't believe I forgot to post this... Oc belongs to @kesshou-yuki !! I love her so so much!! Vero and her would definitely be such good friends hehe
Once a simple, stressed-out fifth-year medical student, Veronica is now the proxies' doctor. After being locked up alongside her brother in a building where clandestine medical experiments were conducted on humans, her body and mind were left shattered. After Daniel’s death and her escape from the place, her traumatized soul found in Slenderman a kind of benevolent demigod who gave her a second chance at life and helped her escape.
Her faith in Him is unshakable. Although she doesn’t consider herself a murderer or a cruel person, if He tells her to kill, she will kill; if He tells her to heal, she will heal. Veronica would never dare to go against His wishes. If He wants someone dead its because they deserve it, after all.
Whether very late at night or very early in the morning, through the hallways of the Proxies’ cabin, you can hear the sound of her cane tapping the floor. Rhythmic, deliberate, as she makes her way to her small clinic in one of the cabin’s formerly empty rooms.
She may wait there for hours, studying everything she was unable to learn during her studies—which were cut short by betrayal and that hell—until a wounded person arrives. Usually Toby Rogers, who, being unable to feel pain, neglects his body and is therefore her star patient. Brian might also show up, sly as usual, or Kate to pay her a visit—she never speaks, but she doesn’t judge or pressure either. Or maybe Tim will show up to invite her out onto the porch for a while and spend a few hours together, apart from the others. Just them.
(Full body version and close ups below!! Silliness too...)
