Creepypasta reader stuff... Borderline OC but whatevs
(if something like this alr exists, sorry) Content warnings: Usual creepypasta stuff, cannibalism, possession, body horror, weapons, death mentioned.
The VVitch and her unfortunate host (you)
The VVitch was an ancient woman who met an unfortunate end. After being discovered for having supernatural abilities, her village cast her out into the cold mountains of Appalachia. Starving and on the brink of death, she prayed to whatever would answer, using her own blood as an offering. Something answered, but only after she perished. It twisted her soul, using her agony and hunger, and created a bloodthirsty specter that wears her face. Legends say that she still roams the forest, a horrid thing that rips flesh from bone in an almost endless hunger, and uses the bones and artifacts for rituals.
She is often seen around a creepy, abandoned church in the middle of the forest. Most speculate it is where she died centuries ago, her gnarled spirit trapped without a concrete body.
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The reader and their friends go to it, for shits and giggles, and for their urban exploration/ghost hunting channel, wanting to talk about the legends and history for a video. The reader is the only one who makes it out, and The VVitch attaches herself to them, wanting to escape the wretched forest. They eventually wind up as proxies or a proxy for Slenderman. Depending how you consider it, sharing a body and stuff.
The VVitch only takes control in extremely dangerous and/or emotionally challenging moments, as well as when she and her host need to eat. Sharing a body meant Reader gets her more... Cannibalistic needs, and while they try and stave it off with normal food and meat, it never properly fills them as humans do. They’d prefer to starve than commit cannibalism, but The VVitch doesn’t give them a choice; she’d worked too hard to find a suitable enough host to inhabit, and she isn’t losing it. Eventually, they get used to it, sometimes indulging in intrusive (VVitch) thoughts regarding it.
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Co-habiting
The VVitch is sort of like a parasite in a way, and Reader is the host. The VVitch can and will take over the body, leaving the Reader to ‘backseat’ or blackout.
It’s quite obvious when The VVitch takes over. Unnatural movements, eerily quiet and fast, dark inhuman veins, and black sclera eyes, are the signs of her possession over the Reader’s body. Whenever she speaks, it’s raspy and outdated, strangely formal. She dresses in dingy white clothes, dark and earthy tones as well; dresses, corsets, and skirts, tall boots, all trying to replicate what she used to wear, from what she can remember.
The VVitch eats humans; organs and flesh are her sustenance, the only thing that can dampen the everlasting hunger gnawing at her. She uses the bones and blood for rituals, mainly trying to please the being that “saved” her. Back when she was alive, she was something of an apothecary, healing the people in her village. Now, she guides the Reader in helping patch up any proxies that need it, using tinctures and ancient mixtures to heal.
She has a love of sharp objects, knives specifically. Combat, pocket, butterfly, switch. But she has a special place in her heart for daggers, has an extensive collection, and treats them with reverence. She also likes scythes and sickles.
Unlike The VVitch, whose weapon/s require closeness, the Reader prefers something that doesn’t require them to be quite so close to their targets. They use a shotgun and a pistol, namely a heart-shaped-barreled shotgun and a revolver, with their long-gone friends' initials carved into the handle.
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Uh... That's all for now. see ya <3
