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Kitty Pasta is named now
Kate the Chaser & Lazari cat are missing from Kittypastaw
all* these buildings have interiors and i can post those if wanted
Slendermansion Front and right side, featuring 12 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, 2 kitchens, and 4 bathrooms
Momo's House front, featuring 2 bedrooms (3 if we count the attic, its got a bed up there), 1 living room, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom (and those 3 stats will be the same for everyone else unless stated otherwise)
The apartment building Nina and Clockwork live in, on this build they are on the second floor but in canon they are a few floors higher, Each floor has two 1-bedroom apartments.
Laughing Jack's tent, although the room count changes on LJ's mood and what he's doing in canon the build features dolly's room as the only separate room, the rest being the actual circus floor
*maskys stupid lil abandoned house, okay theres not much to say about this one
Nurse Ann's 'medcial' tent, cant wait to update it with the wool stairs coming soon! surprisingly this one does have a mini interiors
Kissing Booth's living house, circle in shape but it doesnt have separate rooms so that isn't any issue
The campground, why do so many people come to slenderwoods? its cause they go for this campground and decide the murder woods is the better location for camping (i dont blame them, is it really camping if you're not in the woods), featuring a few areas for tents to be set up, one tent that Jeff decided wasn't worth taking down, and a shower/restroom (now all the murderers not a part of slendermansion nor are Nina or Clockwork can shower! hooray! )
okay thats all for now
Tim Wright & Twilight (or currently known as Ann in this story)
This is second person POV but in the sense that you are Tim, You refers to Tim not actually you
mentions of suicide as this is Tim realizing why Twilight went out into the forest, and he is trying to comfort her in that
2100 words long
Ao3 link if you would rather read it on there: Here
You are sitting beside her on the porch steps, the breeze creating the majority of the noise you can hear via the leaves rustling due to it. The steps below where you sat still slightly wet from yesterday’s rain. Half a sandwich is split between the two of you. You hope she likes it, as she didn’t seem to know any basic options and just stared blankly when you tried to give some to her. It's just some basic cheese and sliced deli ham. She went through nearly half the sandwich already, spilling crumbs all over the black tee shirt The Slenderman forced Jeff to hand over to her. This caused, probably for the first time in a while, multiple garments owned by Jeff to be washed, but especially on the spare hoodie, the bloodstains across the chest and mostly at the end of the sleeves seem to be permanent. You’ll go ask The Slenderman if you can bring her out into the town to get her some of her own, actually clean, clothes, later this week or next week. It would benefit both her and Jeff, as Jeff tried to argue against him being the donating here. He did have some points, you do think maybe taking from someone else, who does have at least something clean, would have been better, but Jane still needed to someone to go get her some more dresses, out of the handful she has half have gotten ripped from being out in the forest or because of Jeff, you, Brian, and EJ are too big compared to Ann’s small frame, Sally’s too small, Lulu hasn’t even visited since Ann’s arrival so unable to ask her about it, and Toby only has what he was brought to the mansion in and the new hoodie
When she first walked through, or moreso dragged into now that you think about it, The Mansion doors right behind Toby just last week you made some assumptions about her. Some of which you don't exactly think are true now after observing her behavior, despite the fact you could chalk all of it up to her arrival being just last week, and surely having nerves about moving to a mansion with multiple serial killers isn't exactly that unreasonable.
When she came through those doors you took what Toby said as why she too was there. You assumed she came into Slender Woods like how Jeff did those months ago, coming in purposefully because this is where they belong, this is the woods with the murderers and magical/inhuman beings. It was a reasonable assumption, but just something in your gut tells you there's something different going on.
Throughout this week she has flinched when anyone, besides maybe Smile Dog, had come close to her.
When The Slenderman presented her with the, new to her, clothing, her eyes went wide as she thanked him.
When taking food out of the communal fridge she tried her best to make sure noone noticed or saw.
She hasn't asked for anything, she had only gotten shampoo, conditioner, or even a blanket when The Slenderman remembered she wouldn't have had those items yet.
You haven't seen as much as a slight smile on her face in the times where she isn't in her room.
When Jeff joined, a handful of months ago now, he was ecstatic. He broke into the mansion himself while everyone was still in shock of previous events, and he clearly could not read a room, or just simply didn't care. You think the latter is more likely to be right. He made how he wanted others to see him clear from the get go, he thought he was better than you, and Brian, and EJ, and potentially more than Slenderman himself. He thought he belonged here because you guys needed someone to 'really' get the place running. In one way he was right, no one in The Mansion beforehand was really a murderer, sure Sally and EJ had a kill count but they had more reason than just fun. Sally took revenge, and other than the occasional man that she could sense something in, or someone who failed her tea party rules , she wasn't much of a killer, especially for the time frame of just how long she's been around, like 50 years. EJ has to eat, he can't sustain normal food very well, pig has been the one animal meat his inhuman body can properly tolerate besides human. He only kills to feed himself, and he, at least before Jeff, tried to not eat many innocent, to his knowledge, people. He would leave The Woods for his kills, before Jeff showed up and started dragging him out to kill whenever he was full of boredom. And now that Jeff’s here we have ‘Ticci’ Toby, Nina ‘The Killer’, Natalie, or Clockwork as she insisted on being called, and The Nurse, and probably more stupid teenagers (besides The Nurse) who think this is now the murder woods where any edgy teen with a bit of trauma needs to head to so they can be supported as a evil murderer who kills anyone they see.
When Toby joined, despite it being only about 2 weeks ago now and the fact he didn't choose to enter into The Mansion and instead was like you, and Brian, being brought in as 'proxies, already has been settled in well. After about the one day of getting over the blood on his hands over the murder of his own father and the faceless man who had been stalking him bringing him to a mansion far away from his home and anything he would have known, he liked the place. He quickly got along with Jeff, likely due to their ages not being too far off from each other, and he and EJ seem to hit it off pretty well. You've even heard EJ accept being called just 'Jack' by Toby a handful, something you aren't even meant to do. Although you do wonder if that's because of Toby's acceptance of his proxy status. Toby's acting pretty much as how a normal teen would here already, if you ignore the murder sprees and muzzle typically on his face.
When Jane joined she certainly broke this 'happy' streak. She didn't like it. She probably hated the idea of being here just as much as you do. You don't blame her for it, despite the fact she doesn't have a history of The Slenderman ruining her life she does have someone else who did. Jeff. You don't exactly understand how The Slenderman thought it was a solid idea to let Jeff in The Mansion, just to then force Jane into here as well. The only theory you've been able to come up with is that he hopes Jane is able to stop Jeff from being too insane, but instead it appears that he's just driving her insane too. But unlike Ann she had a clear reason, a reason anyone in her situation would also have, Ann doesn't. Ann doesn't seem to have any connections to anyone in The Mansion. The Slenderman obviously didn't know of her, Toby didn't bring her in because he recognized her, there's no smile carved into her face, so you can't think of any connection she would have to here to make her act like this, besides your new assumption, you hope you're wrong.
You can't say much for Sally's or EJ's opinions or actions when they had joined, as you weren't exactly in the Mansion yet when they were added. You've asked The Slenderman about their entrances, and you've tried to ask them, but EJ doesn't exactly like to talk about his past before the mansion so you can only assume the worst, and at bare minimum this place is better than where say, you were at during teenage years, and Sally didn't exactly live anywhere as a ghost so there's not all that much for it to be better than. So at bare minimum they were okay with the change, liked being in the mansion, but that doesn't really mean all that much.
Her sandwich is gone, you don't know when she finished it but her hands are now sitting plainly in her lap as her right leg starts to shake unconsciously.
You look down at your own sandwich, you still have over half remaining.
She's staring down at her lap, at her hands slowly moving to pick at the skin coating the knuckles. You can see slight bruising on them; you don't know if that's been there or if its new. She barely moves besides that, the rising of her chest and the blinking of her eyes doesn't count for much.
Her eyes dart back towards the door behind you two, her head slightly moving alongside that, before falling back to how it was before, now with her recently brushed hair falling down over her face in the motion.
“I know what it’s like.”
She looks up at you, her bright green eyes staring into yours, with a slight puzzling look coating the rest of her face.
“When I was brought into this Mansion, I didn’t like it either. Still don’t love it.”
The full sentence wouldn't come out together. You look back at her, debating if you would finish it off or just leave it plain and simple. You didn't want to accuse her of something, or potentially make her embarrassed of her past if you were right, before you could get more hung up on the matter you looked away continued without thinking.
"And, if I'm right about your actual reasoning for entering these woods, and that it's not because of your supposed magic" --you paused, glancing back at her. It was too late to cut it off here. You took a deep breath before continuing--"when I was your age, I too didn't want to live any longer"
She didn't say anything for a bit, only looking away back down into her hands. You could feel sweat slowly beading on your forehead. After what felt like forever, but in reality only about 2 minutes, she scooted closer to you, resting her head onto your shoulder. Another minute goes by until she cuts off the vocal silence.
“How did you get over it?”, her voice only barely over a whisper, but it’s the loudest you’ve heard her be throughout this week.
You want to answer her question, but truly you've never gotten fully past it. As much as you want to say you are fine now, those thoughts were left behind last year, or the year before that, you left them behind December31st 2014. But you haven't and you never will, anytime you had thought you got past them a new wave catches up to you and drags you back down.
You can't tell her that. She's not you, she can get past what you can't.
You think back to yourself at 13, trying to look through the gaps of memory, some for amnesia, some purposefully blocked out, trying to find something that may have helped you temporarily. You go through 13, through 14, through 15, you can't find anything till college. Middle of your first semester, before Alex Kralie's Marble Hornets auditions, before the filming of the series, when you met Brian. Your friendship, and soon to be relationship, before anything could have gone wrong. You think of you and him, sitting across from each other in a booth in a random diner you can't quite remember the name of, far too late into the night.
“It's going to sound cliche…but making friends so I had people to help me in some of my worst of times did help greatly.”
Her head lifts up, and once again she looks at you, nodding slowly at what you said.
You two sit in silence for a bit, it stretches on past the point of being awkward. Your sandwich is still only half eaten. You offer it to her without a word. She slowly reaches her hands up and takes it from you.
Both of you two stayed outside for a few minutes, maybe ten at maximum, you weren’t counting, before droplets of rain scattered across the roof, and your legs. You ask her if she wants to go inside, she doesn’t respond. You don’t know if it's because of the half a sandwich she's still eating, or if she just doesn’t want this moment to end. You take off your flannel and drape it over her shoulders.
Toby, Twilight, and Corrupt
But noone is called by those names cause Twilight is still Ann at this point and doesn't know Corrupt's or Toby's names
third person pov this time i remembered i can write outside of 2nd person pov
2117 words
This is twilight's childhood and when she joined the mansion basically
TWs; like suicide and child abuse and a bit of religious stuff (#edgy oc or whatever)
Ao3 link if you prefer that; here
The deal was struck, between two desperate people, a middle aged heteronormative couple, and a proxy, demon, weirdo, or whatever term the average person made up to describe them. As their hands interlocked and a handshake started up a murmur, just quiet enough they didn’t notice it but it being said locked it in as a side effect of this deal. She regretted it right as it slipped out, but it was what she was trained to do, but this time felt different, the words meant more here than they did usually. She made a mental note to come back here when the baby would be born.
And as they agreed on, 9 months later, a baby would be born from the couple, but not as they discussed came a second one, a twin. A boy and a girl at 12:52 a.m. would be born, the sky moonless as only the stars could be seen. Both shared the trait of light brown hair, but the boy had light blue eyes and the girl had green eyes. They named the boy Zachary, after the father, they named the girl Ann, they didn’t discuss a reasoning like they had with little Zach, they just looked at her for far too long without joy in their eyes before the mother cut in with the suggestion. They wrapped the boy up in a yellow swaddle, they had planned to be unknowing with the gender beforehand, making sure he was bound tightly, before wrapping the girl up with a bit more tiredness.
The proxy watched this, not known to the parents, she watched the two babies drift off to sleep, she watched the parents squeal over the boy, she saw the photos being taken with the boy as the focus, and suddenly the note she had made earlier was updated to come back more times than just this once. Not to interfere, not to make another deal with the parents nor children, just to watch.
And that's what she did, and she saw exactly what made her heart sunk during the deal, the thought that festered in her mind. The 2nd year she saw the daughter’s first steps and words ignored for the boy. The 3rd year she saw the daughter underfed because her brother ‘was a growing boy’. The 4th year she saw the daughter in the same dresses she was in the 2nd year. The 5th year she saw the daughter pushed around when ‘in the way’. The 6th year is when she stepped in. The 6th year, the very start of it, the daughter was thrown out. They didn’t mean for what actually happened, they intended to let her back inside after she ‘learnt her lesson’. When she was put outside, by the river, she slipped on the smooth, wet, rocks. Her small body came tumbling down, her head coming into direct contact with a larger than average stone. The damage to her head wasn’t enough for her to move on immediately, but it was enough that she couldn’t get herself to scream.
The proxy made itself visible, no longer hiding from sight as she made her way to the daughter, being careful when crossing over the river. The proxy held onto Ann, gently pulling her up and helping her sit up. Blood pooled down her face but the proxy showed no reaction. The two stayed in that position, just looking at each other as the area around them seemed to fade. Slowly, the proxy brought up her right hand, reaching for Ann’s hand. The proxy spoke as she formed a handshake between the two of them.
Her injuries cleared up after the handshake came to an end, and within seconds the proxy picked Ann up fully, and took her far away from the house. The two traveled rather far, and even when the proxy stopped, she told Ann to keep on going. The proxy scrambled for her pockets, pulling out a couple hundred in dollars, some food she kept on her, and finally she gave Ann her navy blue jacket, which was a tad bit too big but Ann could grow into it.
♡ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ♡
Ann stood at the edge of the woods, standing right before the rotted fences and signage trying to deny entry. She played with the sleeves of her faded, now light blue, jacket with one hand, brushing the tangled mess of hair out of her face with the other. She took a deep breath before climbing over the remaining fence. The trees were still mostly leafless from the harsh winter weather just now starting to properly leave. The grass still containing patches of a sickly yellow. She looked from side to side through the trees as she entered further into the woods, which didn’t help calm her fears. She was mad at herself, she spent so long debating this, and figured out a way for it to go and for her to not go to hell like the church who helped feed her said. She determined this was the best option, why was she still shaking. All she has to do is find one of the freaks in here and they’ll get the job done no questions asked. She has to do nothing but make herself known to someone here.
As she traveled, slowly, step by step, saying praises and small encouragements to herself in the quietest voice she could muster, unable to force herself louder, she jumped at the smallest of sounds and at the slightest bits of touch. The wind brushing through the pine tree's bristles, past the barely-leafed broadleaf tree's branches, and just barely brushing against the small hairs on the back of her neck sent goosebumps down her already shaking body. The fallen twigs blending into the yellow ground snapping under the weight of her feet caused her spin around as if it was someone else who caused that sound.
The woods seemed as if a never ending maze, the all the trees resembling each other closely to the point she questioned if she had walked in some sort of circle when trying to compare to what she had previously seen. These trees around her were made up of two types, the pine trees and the broadleaf type, and these two trees both came in two different heights: tall, and tall. They loomed so high above her figure and even with the minimal leaves from the broadleafs the sun’s few rays peeking past the clouds on this cloudy, rain approaching, day, couldn’t reach her properly.
Ever so often as she walked further she debated running back, running out of the woods, to her current housing-hiding spot, to the church to be forgiven for attempting this, to somewhere out of this forest, but ever thought of that came with memories over these years, she wasn’t even quite sure how many, there was no reason to track her aging, it didn’t matter to her and there was no one else around to care, but it had been many years. Many years on her own. Eating scraps from whatever the church had left over. She was a sinner to them, for she had stolen food in the past, but they too would be sinners if they left her to go steal more for something to eat when they could have done something, so the bare minimum would have to do. They told her leaving before ‘his plan’ would send her to hell, and that he could forgive the stolen food with time but not leaving, that didn’t seem right. He would have all the time in eternity to forgive her for doing it herself.
She was brought out of her thoughts with one sound.
A snap.
She backed herself up against a tree as she looked out towards the distant trees, between two of the pines stood a man, axe in hand. She stayed there, frozen against the tree as he came closer, revealing goggles over his eyes and a muzzle over his mouth. He wore a brown, bloodsoaked at the sleeves, hoodie with seemingly handsewn details; she could see the loose threading which mimicked the sewing she had attempted on her, sadly stained, white shirt, and jeans. The blood looked fresh but she didn’t hear any screams in her time here, but she didn’t know the true size of the woods. He wasn’t running, he didn’t need to, not yet at least, why waste unneeded energy? As he approached, closer, and closer, and closer, her thought scrambled. Her want to run increased, she wanted to move her feet out of the way, away from this tree, away from all the trees, run away from him, do not let him get closer, but her body didn’t agree, it stayed firmly planted, if anything it had tensed up further. Just as quickly as that thought took place a new train came up, one of joy, and with each step of his she started to smile, she would finally be out, she didn’t need to run out of here, this was her escape. She was ecstatic as his axe was raised above his head, just moments from swinging down into her still frozen body.
A bright light filled the space between them, and for a flicker a body could be seen, standing between the two, right in front of Ann. A body of one who made a deal with her just about 7 years ago, standing, but Ann couldn’t recognize that. The light was blinding despite its short nature, as the flash only lasted for about a second. The man stumbled backwards, lifting up his goggles, revealing half of his heavily freckled face, and the large eyebags right under those bright green eyes. The two stayed in their positions, besides Ann’s face dropping as she tried to process, and the man’s eyes looking in bewilderment between, what he thought was a weak target, and where the, what had to be magic, had been. They stayed this way for what felt like hours to Ann, but in reality had most likely been closer to a minute, they stayed this way until he practically bounced up, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her back the way he came. She switched between fighting, which did not go her way considering her bone-thin arms, practically going limp, which the man, or well she had figured more of a boy, he couldn’t have been an adult based off of the face she had now gotten a quite long time to just stare back at, he was however clearly older, and giving up on resisting, which she only started to use as an option towards the end, when it was clear she was coming with him no matter what. He was silent through this, despite her wishes of him saying what he was doing, and planning, but at the same time she too was quiet, if not also silent she still couldn’t get herself past the whispering of before. It was only when they approached the doors to a large, wooden, mansion did she understand what exactly had happened.
He swung open the doors, loudly greeting more boys in the living room, while she hid behind him, he forced her out from behind, and suddenly all heads, young and older, looked towards the entrance at her. She could see the confusion on some faces, judgement from others, but worse of all was the one face she couldn’t decipher. One ghostly white and as blank as a paper. Staring down at her with its lack of eyes. Tendrils emerging from its back as the boy let go, the tendrils lifted her chin up as it approached closer. Her breath rose rapidly
“Why?” It turned its head towards the boy, who was now talking with what presumably were his friends.
The boy just shrugged, “Magic, thought you’d be interested”.
“Very well,” its tendrils moved away, going back into its back. “Your room is up those stairs, first room up there. We’ll find new clothes for you shortly and then you can introduce yourself.”
She remained in her spot for a few moments too long, she could feel everyone’s eyes waiting for her move, but she did end up moving, slowly, up the stairs and to the first room. Her hand shook as she turned the round doorknob. The room was undecorated, only featuring a twin sized bed in the left top corner, a closet, and a window in the middle of the back wall. Without thinking she came to the bed, and just collapsed into it.
It was nothing special, but finally it could be hers.
this sounds fake as hell but i promise you its not i just want to build my creepypasta builds in peace without a creepypasta joining me
before i start, this world is singleplayer, unmodded, has gone through 1 version update a couple weeks ago (is on the most recent version now), these two mysteries happened only about a chunk apart, and all chunks have been loaded in since the start of my building multiple months ago
1- partially/mostly cut down trees I didn't touch
There is four total, one not pictured cause i only noticed it after the pic. but 3 have no leaves and 1 has a handful of leaves remaning. They range from 1 block tall to 3 blocks tall. Please note I have thunderstorms/lightening turned off, and the 4th unpictured stump is under another tree's leaves so I cannot imagine it all burned from lightening and the other tree was left untouched
2- Flowers randomly spawning over (real life) night
Also yesterday, (after seeing the weird trees and still choosing to build near them, my mistake i guess) I made a new build, and took the pics on the top in order so show all the builds so far & to show the front of the house (both pics are cropped) , as you can see there are only 2 flowers visible--however, when I logged on today I noticed so many new flowers (pic on bottom). To my best of knowledge flowers do not naturally/randomly spawn on an already loaded chunk without bonemeal, nor could any changes happen to the world normally when offline.
Edit: When having post this elsewhere someone recommended checking out the same seed & location but on an untouched world, when i did that the flowers fully did not exist
So far I've made herobrine his own room in one of the buildings but I have a feeling there has to be some logical reasoning (other than herobrine)
Toby, Twilight, and Corrupt
But noone is called by those names cause Twilight is still Ann at this point and doesn't know Corrupt's or Toby's names
third person pov this time i remembered i can write outside of 2nd person pov
2117 words
This is twilight's childhood and when she joined the mansion basically
TWs; like suicide and child abuse and a bit of religious stuff (#edgy oc or whatever)
Ao3 link if you prefer that; here
The deal was struck, between two desperate people, a middle aged heteronormative couple, and a proxy, demon, weirdo, or whatever term the average person made up to describe them. As their hands interlocked and a handshake started up a murmur, just quiet enough they didn’t notice it but it being said locked it in as a side effect of this deal. She regretted it right as it slipped out, but it was what she was trained to do, but this time felt different, the words meant more here than they did usually. She made a mental note to come back here when the baby would be born.
And as they agreed on, 9 months later, a baby would be born from the couple, but not as they discussed came a second one, a twin. A boy and a girl at 12:52 a.m. would be born, the sky moonless as only the stars could be seen. Both shared the trait of light brown hair, but the boy had light blue eyes and the girl had green eyes. They named the boy Zachary, after the father, they named the girl Ann, they didn’t discuss a reasoning like they had with little Zach, they just looked at her for far too long without joy in their eyes before the mother cut in with the suggestion. They wrapped the boy up in a yellow swaddle, they had planned to be unknowing with the gender beforehand, making sure he was bound tightly, before wrapping the girl up with a bit more tiredness.
The proxy watched this, not known to the parents, she watched the two babies drift off to sleep, she watched the parents squeal over the boy, she saw the photos being taken with the boy as the focus, and suddenly the note she had made earlier was updated to come back more times than just this once. Not to interfere, not to make another deal with the parents nor children, just to watch.
And that's what she did, and she saw exactly what made her heart sunk during the deal, the thought that festered in her mind. The 2nd year she saw the daughter’s first steps and words ignored for the boy. The 3rd year she saw the daughter underfed because her brother ‘was a growing boy’. The 4th year she saw the daughter in the same dresses she was in the 2nd year. The 5th year she saw the daughter pushed around when ‘in the way’. The 6th year is when she stepped in. The 6th year, the very start of it, the daughter was thrown out. They didn’t mean for what actually happened, they intended to let her back inside after she ‘learnt her lesson’. When she was put outside, by the river, she slipped on the smooth, wet, rocks. Her small body came tumbling down, her head coming into direct contact with a larger than average stone. The damage to her head wasn’t enough for her to move on immediately, but it was enough that she couldn’t get herself to scream.
The proxy made itself visible, no longer hiding from sight as she made her way to the daughter, being careful when crossing over the river. The proxy held onto Ann, gently pulling her up and helping her sit up. Blood pooled down her face but the proxy showed no reaction. The two stayed in that position, just looking at each other as the area around them seemed to fade. Slowly, the proxy brought up her right hand, reaching for Ann’s hand. The proxy spoke as she formed a handshake between the two of them.
Her injuries cleared up after the handshake came to an end, and within seconds the proxy picked Ann up fully, and took her far away from the house. The two traveled rather far, and even when the proxy stopped, she told Ann to keep on going. The proxy scrambled for her pockets, pulling out a couple hundred in dollars, some food she kept on her, and finally she gave Ann her navy blue jacket, which was a tad bit too big but Ann could grow into it.
♡ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ♡
Ann stood at the edge of the woods, standing right before the rotted fences and signage trying to deny entry. She played with the sleeves of her faded, now light blue, jacket with one hand, brushing the tangled mess of hair out of her face with the other. She took a deep breath before climbing over the remaining fence. The trees were still mostly leafless from the harsh winter weather just now starting to properly leave. The grass still containing patches of a sickly yellow. She looked from side to side through the trees as she entered further into the woods, which didn’t help calm her fears. She was mad at herself, she spent so long debating this, and figured out a way for it to go and for her to not go to hell like the church who helped feed her said. She determined this was the best option, why was she still shaking. All she has to do is find one of the freaks in here and they’ll get the job done no questions asked. She has to do nothing but make herself known to someone here.
As she traveled, slowly, step by step, saying praises and small encouragements to herself in the quietest voice she could muster, unable to force herself louder, she jumped at the smallest of sounds and at the slightest bits of touch. The wind brushing through the pine tree's bristles, past the barely-leafed broadleaf tree's branches, and just barely brushing against the small hairs on the back of her neck sent goosebumps down her already shaking body. The fallen twigs blending into the yellow ground snapping under the weight of her feet caused her spin around as if it was someone else who caused that sound.
The woods seemed as if a never ending maze, the all the trees resembling each other closely to the point she questioned if she had walked in some sort of circle when trying to compare to what she had previously seen. These trees around her were made up of two types, the pine trees and the broadleaf type, and these two trees both came in two different heights: tall, and tall. They loomed so high above her figure and even with the minimal leaves from the broadleafs the sun’s few rays peeking past the clouds on this cloudy, rain approaching, day, couldn’t reach her properly.
Ever so often as she walked further she debated running back, running out of the woods, to her current housing-hiding spot, to the church to be forgiven for attempting this, to somewhere out of this forest, but ever thought of that came with memories over these years, she wasn’t even quite sure how many, there was no reason to track her aging, it didn’t matter to her and there was no one else around to care, but it had been many years. Many years on her own. Eating scraps from whatever the church had left over. She was a sinner to them, for she had stolen food in the past, but they too would be sinners if they left her to go steal more for something to eat when they could have done something, so the bare minimum would have to do. They told her leaving before ‘his plan’ would send her to hell, and that he could forgive the stolen food with time but not leaving, that didn’t seem right. He would have all the time in eternity to forgive her for doing it herself.
She was brought out of her thoughts with one sound.
A snap.
She backed herself up against a tree as she looked out towards the distant trees, between two of the pines stood a man, axe in hand. She stayed there, frozen against the tree as he came closer, revealing goggles over his eyes and a muzzle over his mouth. He wore a brown, bloodsoaked at the sleeves, hoodie with seemingly handsewn details; she could see the loose threading which mimicked the sewing she had attempted on her, sadly stained, white shirt, and jeans. The blood looked fresh but she didn’t hear any screams in her time here, but she didn’t know the true size of the woods. He wasn’t running, he didn’t need to, not yet at least, why waste unneeded energy? As he approached, closer, and closer, and closer, her thought scrambled. Her want to run increased, she wanted to move her feet out of the way, away from this tree, away from all the trees, run away from him, do not let him get closer, but her body didn’t agree, it stayed firmly planted, if anything it had tensed up further. Just as quickly as that thought took place a new train came up, one of joy, and with each step of his she started to smile, she would finally be out, she didn’t need to run out of here, this was her escape. She was ecstatic as his axe was raised above his head, just moments from swinging down into her still frozen body.
A bright light filled the space between them, and for a flicker a body could be seen, standing between the two, right in front of Ann. A body of one who made a deal with her just about 7 years ago, standing, but Ann couldn’t recognize that. The light was blinding despite its short nature, as the flash only lasted for about a second. The man stumbled backwards, lifting up his goggles, revealing half of his heavily freckled face, and the large eyebags right under those bright green eyes. The two stayed in their positions, besides Ann’s face dropping as she tried to process, and the man’s eyes looking in bewilderment between, what he thought was a weak target, and where the, what had to be magic, had been. They stayed this way for what felt like hours to Ann, but in reality had most likely been closer to a minute, they stayed this way until he practically bounced up, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her back the way he came. She switched between fighting, which did not go her way considering her bone-thin arms, practically going limp, which the man, or well she had figured more of a boy, he couldn’t have been an adult based off of the face she had now gotten a quite long time to just stare back at, he was however clearly older, and giving up on resisting, which she only started to use as an option towards the end, when it was clear she was coming with him no matter what. He was silent through this, despite her wishes of him saying what he was doing, and planning, but at the same time she too was quiet, if not also silent she still couldn’t get herself past the whispering of before. It was only when they approached the doors to a large, wooden, mansion did she understand what exactly had happened.
He swung open the doors, loudly greeting more boys in the living room, while she hid behind him, he forced her out from behind, and suddenly all heads, young and older, looked towards the entrance at her. She could see the confusion on some faces, judgement from others, but worse of all was the one face she couldn’t decipher. One ghostly white and as blank as a paper. Staring down at her with its lack of eyes. Tendrils emerging from its back as the boy let go, the tendrils lifted her chin up as it approached closer. Her breath rose rapidly
“Why?” It turned its head towards the boy, who was now talking with what presumably were his friends.
The boy just shrugged, “Magic, thought you’d be interested”.
“Very well,” its tendrils moved away, going back into its back. “Your room is up those stairs, first room up there. We’ll find new clothes for you shortly and then you can introduce yourself.”
She remained in her spot for a few moments too long, she could feel everyone’s eyes waiting for her move, but she did end up moving, slowly, up the stairs and to the first room. Her hand shook as she turned the round doorknob. The room was undecorated, only featuring a twin sized bed in the left top corner, a closet, and a window in the middle of the back wall. Without thinking she came to the bed, and just collapsed into it.
It was nothing special, but finally it could be hers.
featuring my au Laughing Jack and Twilight
Second person POV but in the sense that you are twilight (I just like writing in second person)
tw death and stuff LJ's circus is a murder circus
no beta read we die like everyone at this circus
Twilight is bored and heard of a circus in slender woods so she goes to it
2212 words
okay thats it im bad at this part (and the writing part but shut up
Ao3 link if you would rather read it there; bleh
It's a Tuesday in the late summer or early fall, who cares for when one season starts and the other ends exactly. You’ve already gone out snooping for stupid teens (like yourself) deciding their ego outweighs your knife, you’ve already played games with the group (despite Ben’s constant cheating), you’ve already started a new art project (before realizing it was far out of your skill level). Your hair doesn’t need a redye, your knife doesn’t need sharpening, your clothes aren’t bloodsoaked that much so no need for laundry to be done (nor would you have done it anyways).
You are bored.
You lay on the floor of your half-decorated (hard to go to the store to get something when you are easily recognizable and wanted for murder) bedroom, with only one of your (more dirty than the one you are currently wearing) shirts between your head and the hardwood. This is what you have been doing for the last half hour.
While you are down here you are thinking if it would be worth it to try and paint Jeff’s room pink to match the pink door you, Toby, and EJ painted as a prank a few weeks ago, but during this thought you remember something, a poster. Not one of Slender’s pages (according to Tim he only has those up because people expect it from him, apparently the original pages were made against him, not for him), but instead one for “Laughing Jack’s Circus” only going on for today at 6 through 8. It is currently 5:30.
From others, Tim, Toby, a few words from Hoody, EJ (obviously) didn’t say anything but he cracked a smile when you asked about it. So surely the show at minimum couldn’t be worse than staying on the floor.
It was final, after about 2 and a half seconds of debate you came to your conclusion, you were going… You just had to make sure Slender didn’t notice. You didn’t get his issue with it, these woods were clearly big enough for both The Mansion and this temporary Circus to both coincide, and surely a proxy or two, or a normal ‘pasta’ like yourself, being gone for a couple hours wouldn’t be the end of the world.
You throw on your (aka what previously was Jeff’s before Toby dragged you to this murder mansion) zip on jacket, tighten your (once again used to be Jeff’s) black studded belt, throw on your (Jeff’s) converse and loosely tie the laces, and finally double check your (do I even have to say it) knife is in your pocket, just incase, before jumping out the window.
Would it have been easier to go out the front or back door? Maybe. Would it have been better for your health & safety to go out the front or back door? Perhaps. Yet neither of those reasons compare to how cool it feels to jump into the trees, climb down them, and get out that way, and nothing matters more than being cool (Jeff told you so!). As a bonus Slenderman can’t catch you leaving to go to the circus if you don’t go to the common areas where Slenderman might be.
After brushing a couple twigs and leaving off your hoodie you are ready to set out to the circus. You don’t actually know where it is, you don't remember the poster that well, but surely it can’t be that hard to spot a huge tent.
It is 5:45 and you’ve only found the pathway because of the loud chatter of people also heading there. You don’t blend in with the crowd but they don’t seem to mind you joining them in their journey. In fact they don’t seem to notice you or give a reaction at all, but it's not like you are paying all that much attention to them either so it makes sense.
You see the circus in the horizon. It's huge and void of colour. You break away from the people you originally followed and sped up in your pace, no one along the path seems to care about you running past them and ‘skipping the line’ to the circus. The doorway into the tent is huge compared to your figure, and the inside of the tent seems even bigger than what the outside would suggest. The smell of popcorn hits you the second you take your first step in. You don’t get too far into the place, only about halfway across the long bleachers, before the man?…thing?…toy?… ringleader comes out of nowhere, its permanent smile contorting into one actually happy.
He…it… Laughing Jack… makes a sound, it sounds almost like a stock effect, a stock cheer, as Laughing Jack looks you up and down, and then with Laughing Jack’s… spring torso… looks at you from the sides, and back, all while Laughing Jack’s legs stay firmly planted where they were. Laughing Jack is huge. The height of Slenderman, with sharply clawed feet and hands, hollow looking eyes, and a long pointy nose that extends just a bit longer than you would expect. You stand there frozen for what feels like forever, but within just a couple seconds from since this interaction started Laughing Jack’s torso met back up with Laughing Jack’s lower half.
“So you’re the new ‘pasta’ in The Mansion?”. Laughing Jack's voice sounded layered, two opposites both speaking at once, one being masculine childlike voice.
You take a deep breath, you haven’t felt frightened by anything these woods had to offer since you first were taken in as a member, which to be fair was only a couple months ago.
“Yes… Yes I am. “ Laughing Jack once again made that stock cheer sound while his movement became carefree in nature, with his hands emoting alongside his voice.
“Well I’m glad you made it to my first show of the fall season! If you would just follow me I can lead you to your own V.I.P. seating away from all these” Laughing Jack’s eyes moved from side to side, with an audible sound, “normal people”.
Before you could properly process this, demon clown-jester toy thing acting so… nice, Laughing Jack made a part in the crowd and led you towards the back.
Laughing Jack wasn’t wrong about it being V.I.P.: it was right next to the fenced in area, it was private, and it was right next to the popcorn machines.
“Thank you sir-” you try not to show it but the wave of embarrassment from calling this demon toy from the 1500s ‘sir’ washes over you, it doesn’t deserve respect from you, not only because you are much too cool for that (Jeff doesn’t respect those older than him why should you) but because you are probably only getting these V.I.P. seats because he… Laughing Jack didn’t correct the ‘sir’ it has to be ‘he’, right?... he didn’t want you to rat him out to The Slenderman and get kicked out of the woods again.
He chuckles, what sounds like a mix of more stock sound effect and once again that weird masculine child voice, before leaving you. You watch as he walks into the crowd and just suddenly disappears, he’s at least a foot and a half taller than everyone else, and yet he just disappeared, gone.
It’s 5:55, 5 minutes til the show starts. The majority of the crowd sat across the two large bleachers, with only a few stranglers still getting some bags of popcorn for them and their family. You try to listen in on their conversions, despite them being only a handful of feet away from your seating you can’t make out anything of worth, just mumbling vaguely word sounding or phrases disconnected from anything. You attempt to lean in closer, as close as you can without getting out of your seat, but that gets cut off as a voice booms across the tent. You whip back around, sitting properly in your seat, as Laughing Jack appears in the middle of the area.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and all those in between. Welcome to the first showing of The Fall Season! I hope you enjoy it because it will be the last thing you’ll get to see! Excluding our distinguished guest right over here!”The spotlight shifts from highlighting him to pointing directly at you; you freeze, he hadn’t warned you of this, but luckily it quickly went back to highlighting him before it got too awkward for you. The crowd breaks out in cheers as the sets seem to emerge straight out of the ground. Most of the tricks performed were impressive even by human standards, but you think it must be even harder when you don't have a proper spine or seemingly legs (his legs do not seem to have the capability to bend at the knee, at least not easily). You watch in, sorta, awe at the fire being so controlled within this highly flammable space (you mean even he must be rather flammable with all that fur and loose fabric)
Suddenly all the sets and pieces he had brought up for all the previous tricks returned into the ground, and a singular new set, a trapeze set up made up of two pillars with a hoop between them.
“And for a little surprise before the ending of the show, and much more!”
You find yourself suddenly out of your seating, now standing at the top of the back pillar, almost falling off immediately from the shock and confusion.
“For being our distinguished guest, Miss…”
He looks up at you expectantly, his hollow eyes staring directly into what you must assume is your soul, as the spotlight gleams over your shaky position.
“T-Twilight” you mutter out, praying to yourself it was loud enough for him to hear.
“Our distinguished guest, Miss Twilight will take upon the challenge of the trapeze! She must jump off the platform, grab onto the swinging trapeze bar, then jump again through the loop to grab onto the second bar, and finally jump to the second platform! Can she do it? ”
The crowd broke out into cheers.
“I said, can she do it!?”
The crowd got louder before silencing from only one gesture from him. You aren’t sure if the silence or the cheering would make you more confident in this, but you aren’t at all right now so the cheering may have been better.
You close your eyes (maybe not the best move here) and do a run jump off the platform, by some miracle you latched onto the first bar, grasping onto it for dear life. The crowd starts up, some cheers, some ooh-ing, some gasps, but it's clear they are waiting for the rest of the challenge to fully make some noise. The bar has slowed its swing so you have to manually try to get it back higher, after a few seconds of looking like a fool you go for the jump (this time with your eyes staying open). It looked hopeful, all up until the look collided with your stomach, and you then fell, making a thud (even with the padding Laughing Jack apparently pulled up right beforehand) as you hit the ground. The crowd filled with boos, as loud as the cheering Laughing Jack got out of them before.
“Aw that’s too bad, last sight being a failure trick. Oh well!”You try to get yourself off of the floor, and as you do this you see bodies explode into nothing but blood and flesh chunks. The people not affected by this cheering, ignoring the blood soaking them from the people who were next to them. On your left side you see spikes emerge from under the bleacher, bringing another half of that side’s audience to their death. The right side louder than they have had this entire time, their screams were not of fear.
You’ve seen murder, obviously, you and your friend have gone out and killed groups with over 15 different people (how are they even able to convince them and their 14 closest pals to go into Slender Woods?), but this left you in awe. Watching them die in mass waves, and not even care or seem to notice.
The circus floor barely showed its true colour, it was completely soaked in red, and Laughing Jack still stood in that area, the area you are in, looking out at the damage, and he cheered, their cheer, their cheer layered with the cheer from before. As you slowly got properly off the only part of the floor not stained with flesh confetti rained down, you didn’t see where it could be coming from, but at this point that's probably the least of your concerns related to how this place works.
You walk out of the gate separating the audience area and the performance, attempting to not slip on the blood (while it's still there, about halfway through it falls into the ground as if it were never there), and exit through the door
“Come back anytime! Or well for any show! Next show is next week, same time! Bring your friends”
You probably will come back, you certainly aren’t bored anymore.
What's Momos sexuality ? I don't know! She won't tell me, but what I do know is regardless she's supportive of all her favorite pastas (who majority just happen to be queer)
Aka I wanted to draw Momo in a rainbow sweater, girl loves her sweaters
I said that starting bit cause I was debating her sexuality (doing some au charts and such so I did need to figure this out so I could accurately label her on it) and deadass I cannot see her as anything but straight in my au
Sorry y'all Momo one of the token straight characters in my au
She had a lovely husband pre death/pre bird
She's probably the most supportive ally ever but alas she's still a straight woman
What's Momos sexuality ? I don't know! She won't tell me, but what I do know is regardless she's supportive of all her favorite pastas (who majority just happen to be queer)
Aka I wanted to draw Momo in a rainbow sweater, girl loves her sweaters
I said that starting bit cause I was debating her sexuality (doing some au charts and such so I did need to figure this out so I could accurately label her on it) and deadass I cannot see her as anything but straight in my au
Sorry y'all Momo one of the token straight characters in my au
She had a lovely husband pre death/pre bird
She's probably the most supportive ally ever but alas she's still a straight woman
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