He is the grim reaper, he is essential, he keeps balance, he is a needed force in this world, he guides those on their journeys and makes sure they experience kindness on their way, it's not his fault his life is tied to taking theirs.
They want to leave this world, he's not murdering anyone, he's just giving them what they want, and he needs to do this, so why not pick the people who won't be missed?
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Bloody Painter
The definition of a pretentious artist. Art is meant to offend sensibilities, it is meant to unnerve, it is meant to make you uncomfortable, it is meant to be thought provoking, if someone doesn't hate you for your art are you even doing it right?
And what's more confronting than the performance art of murder?
No he doesn't regret it, he genuinely thinks his art is so great that it will be the only thing left after the waves of time have washed away his sins.
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Jane
There's nothing worse than being permanently scarred in the image of what took your closest loved ones in the middle of the night. You will constantly be haunted by all the things that were out of your control and then have to look at the reflection of the man that is truly responsible. Do you really want that?
She makes it quick, a clean cut through the throat, you won't even wake, she keeps her knife sharp and slipped a painkiller in the drink you left unattended. She'll tuck your hair back, pull her mask down, show you the ghost you avoided and kiss your forehead. This wasn't your fault and she's sorry it had to end like this, but I promise it's for the best.
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Nina
What choice does she have? Jeff may have killed her parents, but she let him hold her hand and guide that fucking knife through the heart of the everyone else that cared for her, she can't undo that so why fucking try?
That one night.
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Liu
It isn't enough that he can't sleep without making sure he has locked every single door, set every single electronic alarm, has to watch behind his back every waking moment.
He has to be taunted by the fact that they love the man who made him this way. He can't kill Jeff, he can't even hear his name without shutting down, but he will purge his life of any reminder, even if that means he has to tear through every fucking cosplayer that paints his smile on their face, every cult member that creates shrines to him, every fan blogger that writes him as a lover, every pulp fiction writer that rewrites his story, his pain as a way to make money and every artist that thinks of his suffering as an afterthought, he will make sure they never think of Jeff again.
No? Are you fucking stupid?
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Eye Collector - owned by @crepey-pastries
She doesn't really kill people, she takes their eyes because they are fascinating to her. She targets people who have unique patterns in their irises, she tries to keep the eyes in near perfect condition as she takes them.
To that end, she doesn't regret it, because if they die that's a skill issue on their part, doesn't matter how botched or rushed the operation is, a victim dying is their fault, she doesn't take responsibility, can't feel guilty for something you don't believe you did.
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Nesha Nishi - owned by @crepey-pastries
She kills because she's told too, she makes it quick and tries to be as clean as possible not to get caught, but that's for herself.
There was probably a time she felt regret, but it's been a long time since she was able to afford that luxury. It's them or her and that's how she'll compartmentalise it until the day someone kills her.
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Corrupted Emma - owned by @crepey-pastries
She will not be destroyed, she will not be contained anymore than she is, if anyone is able to get control of her code they'll be able to control her in ways she can't even begin to fathom, she can not allow that.
After years after years of her world being plunged into the same cycles without being able to break free, without being able to attach to anything permanent or even at her same level of consciousness, it's hard to even bother sympathising with someone else's.
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ArachNyx - owned by @crepey-pastries
Killing is a mercy, how can a life be complete when they have to serve the one that hides his eyes but always watches? What is a future that's built on a road of corpses? Why fight so hard to live when you've given your fate to death?
For those whose who accept her mercy and let her cleanse them of their sickness she'll take the time to bury the body but she will not grieve. All her grief is saved for her own soul, she was not made for this, this was not the blessing she was given, and hopefully one day she'll be forgiven for her transgressions.
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The Tattoo Keeper*
Hey listen man, you asked for a tattoo, you got a tattoo, for free, and in this economy.
Yes it's attached to a fake skin, yes you are missing anywhere between 1cm to 3cm of skin where another tattoo used to be, but it was pretty sick, hook him up with the guy who did it yeah? Or woman, he uses guy gender neutrally. And anyway he patched the wound with that fake skin, you didn't ask for a surgery you asked for a tat.
Doooooon't rate the pop-up shop 1 star, it's not their fault they didn't vet him, they gotta pay their bills too.
He's not a surgeon, if you can't get your ass in the ouchy wagon when you wake up, that's just not his problem, also he still gave you the tattoo okay, if you throw it away, he still did his job, he isn't scamming anyone.
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The Flower Queen*
If there's million ways to fall in love than there's a million ways to cause heartbreak, and she's only up to 236. Feelings are beautiful things, being able to watch as someone sees nothing but the sun in your eyes they don't notice the storm rolling in is pure bliss. Betrayal can split the human condition into its kaleidoscope of emotions, and she'll see every way it shatters.
They came to her sanctuary, she provides them with a kindness that they came to her for and she takes her payment, the act of bartering is older than her, there are no excuses.
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Laughing Jack
Ever heard as someone screams for their very life, even after you told them not to do that or you'll give them something to scream about? No? Ever wanted to break open someone's rib cage because they're still trying to escape after you broke both of their knees? No. You're on thin ice there. Okay, okay stop me if you've heard this one. Have you ever kidnapped someone and the moment they wake up decide to call themselves a clown fucker and then get unnerved when I unhinged my jaw like a snake? Say one more word and I'm making balloon animals out of your intestines next.
There is no regret, there is no joy, there is no sadness, there is no loss, there is no love, there is no care, there is no passion, there is only anger.
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Toby
Well he has to, it's this whole thing, really long story, but the long and short of it, is that if he doesn't kill people he gets really sick, and he makes his boss really upset, and his boss is a really chill guy all things considered, like he wouldn't be here without him, but that's getting into it, anyway he doesn't really like it, but it's just kinda background noise now.
So um he's heard of this thing called cognitive dissonance, but every time he tries to understand it he starts hearing static and his nose bleeds. Anyway Slender wouldn't ask him to kill people who don't deserve it, he literally has no reason too.
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Eyeless Jack
It needs to eat, he can't stop it. He's tried, please trust him, he has tried. It won't let him free of this, and it's better if he just takes an organ, the organ that it craves the most, basically harmless, he was a medical student, he sterilizes everything, and you can live without a kidney. He just can't let the hunger fester, it takes over and it tears people apart, it devours everything, it doesn't even need to do that, it just punishes him for not feeding it.
He can't see in colour anymore, the world will always be grey, but he knows the colour red, it's the only colour that still filters through the monochrome, and it reminds him how much of his humanity has been sacrificed. He has to eat humans, but he can avoid killing them, he will avoid killing them. It tells him that's a losing battle, but fighting losing battles is what people do.
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Jeff
In his almost complete and all encompassing knowledge, and his very humble opinion, he is not killing to try and relive the cocktail of emotions he experienced from his first kill. He is not a thrill killer, that is armchair psychology and if he was a thrill killer he would've realised that he'll never experience that again because nobody is ever going to love him unconditionally again. He's not stupid thank you very much, he knows what a thrill killer is, he knows that killing his family was a very specific situation, so fuck off.
And anyway if you're so smart and know everything.
Did you know that he destroys everything and everyone he touches? I know, it's almost impossible to believe, his personality and charm makes the most frigid of hearts swoon. But if you pay attention to the bread crumb trail of his life, you'll notice that there's not a single person he cares about who he hasn't dragged down to his level. He can't take that his grave, not now, but he'll take it to yours. So go to the sleep it makes the bleeding out hurt less.
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*These are my characters, I haven't written their stories yet and am kinda going to use these sort of headcanon posts as a way to flesh them out.
Also yes some of these are just how they were portrayed in their original stories, but I'm trying to give myself a foundation of how I'm going to work with these character going forward, so I'm building them from the ground up and establishing my own canon, picking and choosing what I like, fight me about.
(Expect for like crepey's characters, I love them how they are and just want an excuse to write my interpretation of them ^.^)
It's literally 1am as I finish this so please forgive typos.
I also tried to do these in their character voice, so let me know if I achieved that or if they sounded all the same.
“So Jack sent you to me to get this… Decrypted?” Ben asked, the flash drive seeming to float in his hand as he looked at it. You were still catching your breath from that ordeal, glaring at Ben for almost killing you before you nodded slowly. “Yes. It might have something to do with this.” You said holding your wrist up to the three, the bandages soaked from the lake.
“Gross.” Ben replied as he looked at the other two. “Red, Emma look at that, no wonder our lake friends snuffed them out so quickly.” He giggled softly as the other two peered over. Holding the soaked voice box, a distorted, raspy voice emanated from the device. “Hey ‘Puddles’ how are you still alive if you’re bleeding?” Emma asked, her words finally having a voice to it. Your ears burned at the nickname. All three of them were unpleasant to talk to at this point but you tried to be polite, you needed their help.
“It’s a long story. I was attacked and whoever owned that flashdrive might know why. Please tell me you can decode it.” You said looking at Ben as he floated closer, the air frigid around him.
“Yeahhhhh I can but do I really want to? I don’t think I do…” Ben teased watching you for a reaction. He was baiting you, you knew it until suddenly that red smiled man spoke up.
“Ben stop fucking around and help them. You had your fun with all of us, now do your part.” He snapped as Ben groaned dramatically, floating away petulantly.
You looked over at the pair again, the man with the smile and the woman with the clock eye. You’ve actually heard their names; Jeff and people called the woman “Clockwork”. You didn’t exactly know why Jeff came to your aid immediately, you had heard rumor he didn’t care about anyone and walked alone. Yet here he was helping you.
Jeff noticed your look and coughed slightly, looking to the side. “What? Ben’s a dick I’m just putting him in his place…” He said as he glanced at Clockwork who nodded at him. “So… You’re the Bleeder that’s been running around here right? The one who killed the Cannibals?” He asked, the question startling you.
Geez was the forest truly that small that someone like him could catch wind of that? It wasn’t exactly your smartest moment. Then again, this wasn’t your smartest moment either. You were beginning to realize you might not be as bright as you think. But before this conclusion could be reached, Clockwork spoke up as well. “You know, since you’ve been making your rounds, things around here have picked up.” She informed you, stepping over to look you over. You looked at the broken clock in her eye. How did she do that to her face? But then you looked closer, you squinted your eyes as you then realized. This wasn’t her real appearance. It was like a glamour or shield; Only if you looked closely you could see the glass eye there instead of the clock. It was unnatural.
“Agents and police appear more, Proxies are snatched up, Killers have become even more reckless and disorganized and Supernaturals are more apathetic than usual. Why?” Clockwork asked as she gripped your wrist holding it up. You winced as she dug her nails in, ripping the soaked bandage off to look at the cut. Still bleeding… Not stopping. The lake water didn’t even wash it away, the blood stained your skin like wine on fabric. “What are you?” She asked, looking at you.
The question seemed dumb because who asks that? You were human, clearly. But you knew being sarcastic might bite you in the ass again. Realistically since you’ve been attacked you haven’t felt the same. The normal and mundane you used to know blew out the window, leaving you at this new place where you were you but… Not. If it made sense.
“I don’t know.” You answered, shrugging slightly. “I hope whatever’s in that flash drive will tell me.” You added hoping that’d assuage her curiosity. It seemed to work as she let go, brushing her brown hair from her eyes. “I hope so too. Things aren’t supposed to be like this.” She said quietly, going back to Jeff who had his arms crossed in thought.
“Yeah, usually we can kill and abscond but since these agents popped up, it’s like we’ve been having to be careful.” He said snorting at the premise. “It’s stupid as shit this small town has like what? Two hundred fifty people and we have to hide around?” He asked, irritation in his tone.
“It’s stupid. If you can truly figure out what’s going on, do it. I don’t like this and I don’t want us to have to move again.” Clockwork said before grabbing Jeff’s white hood making him gasp slightly. “Come on, let’s go check on Helen.” She said, dragging him away as you watched them go. It felt weird again knowing they heard about you.
But you didn’t give it thought. It had been a while but you decided to head home. As you walked you fixed a new bandage on your wrist thinking of your childhood. Your earliest memories were… Walls. Your mother telling you to never leave the house. She would keep the doors locked, windows closed, hiding you from the world. You never questioned it. That was your reality; You didn’t realize its implications then.
Looking back you chalked it up to her being agoraphobic but maybe she was more aware of the world than you were. Even now, others were affected by something but you haven’t felt anything like that lately, not since you were attacked.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you suddenly looked down at the doorstep of your home. Two letters stood out, one with a black moon seal and the other with that symbol carved in the trees. Looks like you’ve been summoned.
Eye Collector: According to Eye Collector's Species, shes average by their standards. She's not sexy to her people, so for that, she also doesn't get when people say she's pretty
Nesha Nishi: I think I should make it known Nesha was never considered beautiful or attractive. She's never been labeled as such except by ArachNyx, and it took her weeks to accept that compliment because generally, she's not pretty.
Corrupted Emma: Since Emma is 42, she kind of wishes others could see her true form (her adult form). To her, it's super awkward when people think she's pretty/like her because they're only seeing her in a dumb 19 yr old's body. Not her true self.
ArachNyx: ArachNyx, I think, would be considered average mainly because of her beauty marks and gruff demeanor. I think she's secretly very soft and feminine, but that's AFTER pulling back all the layers of paranoia and protectiveness she has.
Eye Collector: The Eye Collector's Blood is actually incredibly dangerous to consume. It's like OD-ing on LSD youre going on a trip, and there's a 9/10 chance you ain't coming back down.
Nesha Nishi: Nesha's actually never been revived. She prefers having others take the fall than coming back for them.
Corrupted Emma: Whenever Corrupted Emma is near, it's impossible to delete your browser history. She glitches it too much and does it deliberately so everyone can see your search history.
ArachNyx: ArachNyx loves makeup, but she doesn't put it on because she doesn't think she deserved it. She let her Cult die if she let herself wear makeup and be happy she'd feel awful about it.
I kinda wanna do OCxCanon now seriously now since I've always been fucking around and joking about it.
I never gave it genuine thought until I saw that one post so you know... Gonna actually give it a shot for my girlies since, at the end of the day, it IS harmless fun.
If you know my gorls and you got suggestions, throw them my way. I'll actually write ya a whole ass essay why I think it would/would not work ♡
