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🎃• fandomless horror genre oc 🎃• contains verses for The Amazing Digital Circus, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Pokemon, etc. 🎃• strictly 18+ (mun is 25) 🎃• 10+ years of RP experience 🎃• blog icon by Kiku_Dusk113 (⚠️🔞) 🎃• promo graphic/icons by me 🎃• blog contains dark themes.

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The nagging feeling to spill her guts to Marnie has returned, stronger than the last time Ava had reached her limit on just how much guilt she could carry about hiding the worst parts of herself from others. Thankfully, the ghosts were a lot easier for her to talk about than the cratering.

Bringing it up a little more casually this time felt right to her as well, no need to make a bigger deal out of Khalaas than to mention her in passing. "Do you believe in ghosts?" Nice start, Ava. She scrunches her nose up, annoyed at herself for being that flippant. "I- That was shit, lemme start over. There is a shitty ghost following me around." Ava glances over at Marnie, trying to anticipate what her reaction might be so she can adjust her explanation accordingly. "...Odin too, but don't tell him I let you know, he gets really pissy when I bring it up."

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“Ghosts are real.”

Marnie replied to the original question with a cold nonchalance, not even glancing up from her book up until the mention of being followed by a ghost. She raised an eyebrow, studying Ava’s face as the girl continued talking.

“Alrighty...are we talkin’ literal ghosts, or is this a metaphor for somethin’?” She asked, bookmarking her page and chucking the book onto the couch next to her. Actual ghosts were one thing— Marnie fully believed the whole town was haunted— but if this was about to be a segway into past trauma, she'd need a different approach.

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⊹₊⟡⋆ If that's the tempo I'm meant to follow

🦇An independent headcanon/canon based and slightly canon divergent Streber from Sir Pelo's Spooky month Written by Pineapple🦇

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Marnie has appeared! What to do?

Bang

Brush Off

Flirt

Kill

Voting ended onFeb 3

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<< Here really quick to let everyone know I'm still around, just managing life. My motivation to write comes in very short bursts as of late but I'm gonna try to put out stuff as much as possible. >>

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Cleaned up my tags a bit, like this post for a one-liner!

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Cleaned up my tags a bit, like this post for a one-liner!

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<< I will be fixing all tags today. Wish me luck lol, I'll post a starter call after. >>

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🎃• fandomless horror genre oc 🎃• contains verses for The Amazing Digital Circus, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Pokemon, etc. 🎃• strictly 18+ (mun is 25) 🎃• 10+ years of RP experience 🎃• blog icon by Kiku_Dusk113 (⚠️🔞) 🎃• promo graphic/icons by me 🎃• blog contains dark themes.

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🎃|| Marnie has Nosocomephobia, also known as the fear of hospitals and other medical facilities. She gained it due to being a victim of medical malpractice, proof of which being the scars that litter her face. That seems to be what happens when your parents drag you to a shitty small-town doctor and not an actual hospital!

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A man's body fell gracelessly to the ground. His throat slit to silence him. Then soon enough he was completely silent. No sign of life on his features. The man in question had been on the run after assaulting a woman to evade police capture. In a way, justice had just been served for his victim. Another successful kill for Marnie Thatcher.

After the now deceased criminal passed. A red and yellow box fell out of one of his hands, the top flying open on its own due to the fall. A small, purple and flesh colored toy would roll out of the box and eerily land on its feet. Plastic blue eyes would blink and ears would mechanically move up and down a couple times. It was a Talking Tattletail toy if Marnie was familiar with popular 90's toys. Yet, something was off about the toy.

It would slowly turn itself around to face Marnie. Not getting a glimpse of the body off to his right side. His ears would make whirring sounds as they went up and down two more times. Then the Tattletail toy would smile up at Marnie and say "me loooove you!"

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Marnie gave a disgusted scoff as she nudged the guy with her foot, a final check to make sure he was...well, dead. Fucking creep.

Amidst her thoughts of how to handle this, she noticed the box that had tumbled over, the little toy's motors obnoxiously loud as it turned to face her. A Talking Tattletail...Marnie remembered begging her parents for one as a kid. Then her mother had claimed something about them being demonic and dismissed the idea entirely. Though looking at it now, it was kinda creepy. Were they supposed to turn like that?

She sighed, reluctantly approaching the thing to pick it up. Better to take it home than just leave it here, right? Poor fella didn't need to be left alone with a body.

"Hey, buddy. Let's get you home, huh? Home and off this dirty forest floor."

She could spare to leave the other guy, it would just be a matter of disposing of her weapon, which wasn't difficult. She just wanted to go home.

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"It's pretty self explanatory. A murder clown is a clown that murders people! We used to have a problem with one running around. But he's dead... maybe? I think? I hope! God, I hope so."

"Rumon has it there might be a second one running around! After losing my arm from an October that happened a few years ago. I'm not in the mood to lose another body part or worse, by Bingo Bongo the fool!"

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"Oh. I wasn't expectin' it to be that simple. Huh."

Oh! Not the rumors. Has she been getting sloppy?

"Uh...well, I ain't know much about rumors, but I'm the records clerk at the police station. I ain't heard nothin' about a murder clown."

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"I need help from someone who studies muder clown migration habits! Let's say if your small town already has a muder clown running around, who's ambiguously "dead or alive" and another one comes in...Would that mean more will come in? Would more multiply also what would you call a flock of muder clowns? A Joker? Or maybe a Spaulding?? Please I need help!"

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"What in the hell is a 'murder clown,' first and foremost???"

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Hello! Since these go around faster than normal promos, please reblog this if you're interested in interacting with a headcanon based Streber from Spooky month! Or don't I'm not your mom, but it'd help me out if you did! :^)

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Bottling things up was the understatement of the century, Ava had built a dam out of everything, and the second that cracked everything flooded out. Part of her wants to put this off for a few more minutes, let Marnie go in and make sure that the house isn't trashed, but Ava knows it's better for her to just do it now.

"There's... A lot. I'm... I'm not sure where to start." The obvious answer was start with the whole haunted thing, but that felt a little obvious. "Maybe, um, maybe you should sit down? I'm- It's pretty... Bad." Hands wring in front of her chest, anxiety building up. "I mean, uh, there's some obvious stuff, but-"

Taking a deep breath, Ava squeezes her eyes shut, "I'm- I've- Well, not human, but I've also killed a lot of fuckin' people." She doesn't dare open her eyes, not wanting to see Marnie's reaction. Instinctively, she begins to shrink herself down, shoulders hunching and digs her nails into her skin.

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Eesh, no kidding. That was a lot, especially to start with.

Marnie took a minute to process what Ava said before noticing the girl practically bracing for impact. She quickly knelt down to Ava's level.

"Hey, I already kinda figured the not-human part. Trust me when I tell you that ain't surprisin' me in the slightest nor does that bother me."

The killing part...now that was a little different. Marnie would be a hypocrite for saying anything negative regarding that, but the last thing she needed right now was to out herself.

"With the second thing...everyone's got demons, skeletons in the closet, shitty pasts and whatnot. I mean hell, you think this mess was from somethin' nice?" There was a vague gesture to the scars that littered her face before she shook her head and sighed. "None of that involves me and you ain't gotta talk about it if you don't want to. I ain't gonna tell you to leave or judge you for it, I promise."

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you should probably credit the photo you used in your promo you know

<< I love the enthusiasm nonnie, but if you’re referring to the photograph in the background, that’s a picture I took while I was at work last week! And then of course the art for Marnie is all done by me as well. >>

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🎃• fandomless horror genre oc 🎃• contains verses for The Amazing Digital Circus, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Pokemon, etc. 🎃• strictly 18+ (mun is 25) 🎃• 10+ years of RP experience 🎃• blog icon by Kiku_Dusk113 (⚠️🔞) 🎃• promo graphic/icons by me 🎃• blog contains dark themes.

🍂• Rules 🍂• Bio 🍂• About

👽• follows from @spellbound-rp-hub