Re: ferret monster: no no I mean he is a monster but only cause he's techincally an unknown cryptid creature. Hes super nice and fluffy and honestly is like a giant long ferret cat that purrs too! His name is holtz! And he needs more friends
“He’s... He’s fluffy?” Agent reaches a hand out slowly, then realizes the cryptid you call Holtz isn’t there. “I... I can try but I don’t want him getting hurt... He sounds cute... The other might hurt him... I’d have to hurt them if they do... There’s been so much blood I can’t stay clean Veria is so mad oh no” He mumbled quickly, looking at the floor.
((Veria is the TV headed demon, Agent is a proxy of hers. She belongs to @xfrozendarkness ))
Finally getting back into writing when I’ve got ideas.
Word count: 1,098
Fandom: Creepypasta
Characters: Agent 66 - owned by me
Valkyrie - owned by @ihamaki
Veria - owned by @ihamaki
“Agent, you know what night it is?”
“…”
The blonde proxy sighed at her brother.
“It’s hot dog night. Go get your knives.”
The one addressed as Agent perked up at the mention of knives.
“Can I do the game?? Please Valkyrie? It’s so fun-“ He started to beg, before being cut off by his sister.
“Why wouldn’t you? You love the game.”
Agent shifted, in a nervous fashion.
“Well, Veria doesn’t like the mess… and she’s scary…”
“Do it outside then.”
“Okay!” He shouted, clearly a bit happy at the prospect of this mysterious game.
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“So what are the rules? I have to-“ The new proxy tentatively asked, nervous. From what he’d seen, Agent 66 was usually very reserved and quiet, but now he had energy and was outgoing.
“Spread your hand on the table, and stab in-between your fingers as fast as you can, without stabbing yourself!” Agent beamed.
“And if I do stab myself…?”
“You loose. If you loose you have to give me something I want. If I loose, I give you something you want. Wanna play?”
“I mean I guess??” The new proxy replied, more of a question then an answer.
Agent quickly pulled two knives out from under his jacket, and with a flourish, flipped the simpler blade around to offer it handle first to other proxy. Hesitantly taking it, the proxy adjusted his grip on the blade to grip it for the game.
“Okay so who goes first?” He asked Agent.
“We start on a count of three. First one to get stabbed looses.”
The proxy nodded, signalling he understood. He shifted his weight from side to side, the old picnic table creaking as he did so.
“Three…” Agent 66 started the countdown.
“Two…” The proxies both tenses up, knives at the ready. The newer proxy held an older blade, a simple kitchen knife. While it had seen better days, its edge was still razor sharp. Agent’s knife was more ornate, one of his favourites. A polished burl wood handle held a shining blade that could cut deep and look only like a paper cut.
“ONE!” Agent yelled, startling the other proxy. The blades flew up and stabbed down between fingers, the tips biting into the old planks of the picnic table. Splinters flew from the knives as they were yanked up out of the wood and jabbed into the next space between fingers.
The new proxy’s demeanor was that of fear and nervousness. Agent’s was almost an air of sinister calm, which was causing unease to the new proxy. Valkyrie watched them from beside her brother, her blue eyes flicking between her brother’s near-professional knife handling and the new proxy’s sloppier handling.
So far the new proxy had managed not to stab himself, which started to annoy Agent 66. He was the master at this game. He was not allowed to be bested.
On the next stroke, Agent quickly changed his target.
The new proxy found the blade embedded through his hand, buried at the base of his knuckles. He screamed and threw the knife blindly, the blade bouncing off a tree trunk and clattering against its roots. The proxy screamed and tried to pull his hand away. Agent swiftly pulled the knife across, slicing the proxy’s fingers off. Blood trailed along the grain of the wood, dripping onto the forest floor.
“AGENT WHAT THE FUCK-“ The new proxy screeched.
“First one to get stabbed looses. You got stabbed.” Agent made a grab for the proxy’s other hand. The proxy hauled off and punched Agent straight in the face. Ripping his mask off, Agent touched two fingers to his mouth and retracted them. Small rivulets of blood trickled down his index and middle fingers. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he blinked hard, freeing one which raced down his cheek. Another soon followed.
Agent made another grab for the proxy’s other hand, missing again. Valkyrie, upon seeing her brother cry, jumped up from the picnic bench and whipped around to the other side. She slammed the proxy’s head into the picnic table and pinned him there, then nodded to Agent. He sniffled and picked his mask up, looping it over his ears. Quickly adjusting it so it sat right, he made a third and final attack on the new proxy.
The proxy tried to pull his hand back and, upon failing, curled his hand into a fist to try and protect his remaining fingers. Agent slowly pried the fingers open, one by one. As each finger was stretched out, the blade was slipped in between the knuckle, and he worked the finger loose from the hand by wiggling the knife back and forth.
The new proxy screamed and sobbed, blood pooling around his hand and face. When the final finger was cut off, Valkyrie released her hold on his neck. The proxy didn’t even move, just sat there with his head on the table and cried hard.
“Hey sis, do you think this is enough for hot dog night?” Agent asked as he picked up the bloody fingers one by one.
“We’ve still got some in the freezer, so I think so. Though, rib night is coming up…” Valkyrie’s gaze settled on the still crying proxy at the picnic table. Agent’s eyes followed her, and he placed the fingers back down on the table.
Picking his pipe up front he ground, he walked up behind the proxy. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Agent threw him roughly to the ground.
“I’m so sorry… Im so, so sorry…” He whispered, smashing the pipe into the proxy’s skull. Bone cracked under the blow, and the proxy screamed. The pipe came down again and the bone shattered, a sickening crunch of bone and a squish of brain matter. Agent 66 kept bashing the proxy’s head over and over, as he kept repeating his apology under his breath.
“Agent, Agent it’s okay. He’s dead. He’s very dead.” Valkyrie spoke softly to calm her brother’s onslaught of the corpse. When he didn’t stop, and began to cry, she grabbed his arms and pulled him away from the body. He dropped his pipe and his hands flew to his face, covering his eyes as he cried. Agent sunk slowly to his knees, and Valkyrie followed suit.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him cry. After a few minutes, the crying ceased and he sniffed, wiping tears from his eyes.
“I hate rib night, Valk…I really do…”
“I know, I know. It’s over now, it’s over. It’s okay.”
Valkyrie/Elise Veirasdóttir, Veira/The Headless Lady (C) xFrozenDarkness
Agent 66 (C) myth-66
Anyways here's his written ref below the cut - and man, he's a fuckin m e s s
Assumed Name: Agent 66, often called Agent for short.
Full Name: [REDACTED] Veirasson
Age: 21
Gender: trans male (he/his/himself)
Date of Birth: January 3rd
Sexual Orientation: grey-aro
Romantic Orientation: pansexual with a preference for guys
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Proxy
Physical Appearance:
Species: Human/Proxy
Nationality: Icelandic
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 146 lbs
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Blonde
Jewellery: none
Scars/Markings: Agent's proxy mark is in the middle of his back, just between the shoulder blades, at the same height as his sister's mark. Assorted small scars litter his body. (IE: hands and arms from breaking windows of homes, storefronts and cars)
Memorable Items: All his knives. He hoards them. If you name it, he's probably got at least one. Also his lighters, he has quite a few zippos.
Abilities:
Strengths: good sense of direction, doesnt mind getting his hands dirty (trust me this is useful), obedience (to a degree - he has poor memory and gets in trouble)
Weaknesses: relies on attention and praise to function properly, poor lung capacity/stamina (bc smoker), poor memory,
Supernatural: Hypnosis (Minor) - Veira proxies have a very minor hypnosis ability. It does not work on other Veira proxies or sleeper proxies, and only works on humans if one could reasonably convince the human to do the desired task. One could hypnotize a victim to walk down a more private street so they can be killed easier, for example, but could not hypnotize a pacifist to murder.
Fighting Style: He usually uses his pipe to bash someone's head in, but he can also use his KA-BAR knife for slashing.
Weapon: His preferred weapons are his pipe and his knives, but will fight tooth and nail - he's not above biting someone at all, especially when cornered and scared.
Agility: 6/10
Strength: 6/10
Defense: 4/10
Stealth: 8/10
Strategy: 7/10
Weapon Proficiency: 7/10
Physical Status: While not particularly strong, and with poor stamina, you would think Agent is better off as an observer, but he pushes himself past what is physically safe for him, often endangering himself badly. Often forgets to eat and drink, which results in Valkyrie forcing him to eat. (She has tied him to a chair and fed him like a small child, on a few occasions. Mainly if he hasn't eaten for like a week.)
Mental Status: A literal ball of anxiety, fear and stress. He smokes to help calm down but then he just gets more anxious when the nicotine wears off. (His sister chastises him for smoking but that won't stop him) He has anger issues, which usually results in fights, often physical, with other proxies, as well as very sloppy/brutal kills when hunting, if the person he's hunting fights back or doesn't die on the initial few bashes to the head. He also has identity issues, some of which are tied to his gender, some are not. He clings to the name Agent 66 like a crutch, and in some ways it is. He doesn't believe he deserves anything good or clean, which is why at first he was confused at Veria's rule of keeping clean. It took him a while to adjust to that because he views himself as worthless and expendable.
Personality Profile: very quiet and reserved. quick to get frustrated by anything. can often be found reading, as well as caring for his (rather extensive) knife collection. He cries whenever Valkyrie gives him a new knife. The kind of guy to be ominously cleaning a large blade when you bring over a friend, as well as spending 5 minutes removing all weapons from his person. Has a habit of looting bodies, for both cash and anything of interest. He often will lift things from homes and stores as well, and give any expensive looking jewelry to Valkyrie.
History: [to be added]
Biological Family:
Mother: [to be added]
Father: [to be added]
Sibling(s): Valkyrie (Identical Twin) - Valkyrie is the person closest to Agent. They both became proxies of Veira around the same time, and are Veria’s oldest proxies.
Other relative(s): N/A
Children: N/A
Other Notable Relationships:
Veira - As one of her two oldest proxies, he's always trying to please her, but due to the fact his memory is foggy, he often gets given hell by Veria. When she's happy with the work he's done, which is often hunting for food, she will use his correct pronouns. When displeased, she will misgender him and use his deadname. (Other proxies won't use his deadname, as one called him that once and he began to punch them repeatedly, until Valkyrie pulled him off of them.)
Veira Proxies - He's mostly quiet around other proxies, as he doesn't trust them. He thinks that they're there to hurt him, that anyone is going to snap and hurt him. The exception to this is Valkyrie, as he can actually trust and feel safe around her. He's gotten into fights with other proxies and has killed a couple of new ones, which results in a rather nasty display of verbal cruelty from Veria.
Agent 66! Would you ever cuddle a giant ferret looking monster?
Agent sniffed, calming down from his last episode.
“M-mon-monster?” He stuttered. “Are they a de-demon? No demons ohgod I don’t think I can be around any more demo-” His voice trailed off, rather quickly, as he saw a shadow of a humanoid figure with a TV head pass by his room.
