Created by the devil to trick Cuphead into giving up his soul. This didn't end up working out with Cuphead and Mugman convincing her that being friends is likely better than taking his soul
She's naive and easily persuade but she overall has a good heart and is incredibly sweet (it's annoying)
Game version!!
She works as an NPC mechanic that informs you on how many bosses you've done and ones you might have accidentally missed before proceeding to the house of Dice to enter the next isle.
In All Bets Are Off, you play against Milly in the mini bosses. She is reluctant to fight and is forced by a large hand that is presumably Dices hand. After beating this boss fight, Milly will give you 2 HP for when you decide to right the devil.
→ In semi fanon, this HP giving is Millys healing ability.
Semi fanon adult version!!
Who she is depends specifically on which media
In show : Works alongside Sally Stageplay
In game (at least in a version similar to casino cups) : Stage performer for the casino.
Just some doodles of my au, about two brothers trying to stay together in the harsh 1930s, their end goal is to find their forever home (aka Elder Kettle)
Check out the au ask blog! (It’s still getting all set up and pretty tho!)
The dream eater is a demon that reoccurs in dreams of an individual. The appearance of this demon includes; a little girl with long unkept hair and a raggy red dress. She looks to be about 12 years old and only has an eye peeking behind her unkept hair.
This entity will appear inside dreams of individuals, once encountered, it will be impossible to ignore her presence. The individual will begin feeling types of symptoms once exposed to the demon, which is :
First stage : Drowsiness
Second stage : anxiety and paranoia
Third stage : Phantom rashes
Fourth stage : numbness on limbs (specifically the legs and feet)
Fifth stage : Aggressive migraines
Sixth stage : Trouble to breathe and chest pains
Seventh stage : Paralyzation, loss of voice
Eighth stage : Death
I,,Honestly dunno, I thought it was neat I think,,
Hello!!!! I hate the original Jeff and his portrayal, so I decided to have fun with it and make my own version because everyone has been doing it (as far as I'm aware) and it's free will
Cw for non realistic / cartoon-ish open gash wound, also graphic death in the story below, may include choking and act of violence, etc etc.
Design and more info below!!!
Name : Kyden Jeffery Woodfree
Age : 12 (beginning of the story), 15 (end of the story), 20 (continuations / current)
Height : 5'6 - 5'8 (through time period)
Weight : 17.5 BMI
Personality : During the events of his story, Jeff is isolated. He is introverted and refuses to talk to anyone aside from his brother, Liu, but even then, he refuses to speak to anyone. He's your usual angsty teen with a bitter attitude and brash sense of reality.
Jeff Pre-burn (age: 11-12)
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Jeff had always been different from the other children, unlike those who wanted to play and socialize, he stayed behind and sat alone on the dirt, watching bugs, their mannerisms and the way they worked. There was always something about how they moved, how their appearance amused him, sometimes he wondered; what would happen if he ripped apart their bodies?
There was no doubt his way of childhood pissed his father off, needless to say everything about Jeff pissed him off. Mr Woodfree wasn't the best father, deep in the old generations mindset of toxic masculinity, projected onto his own eldest son. "You're too skinny, gain some muscle", "You grow up to be a smart, strong man, one who will get a working housewife and kids, not some freak who can't even make friends" "You're as fragile as a twig with that stick figure of a body! You're pathetic and weak!", you get the jist. It was stressful, to say the least, all that pressure at such a young age. On top of that, a fire broke out in their own home on April 20th, XXXX. His mother and brother made it out, Jeff barely escaping, leaving severe injuries from the damages and collapsing debris falling on him, leaving a disgusting open wound on his face. As for his father, let's say..He's in heaven now, or hell.
Their family lived with Jeff's mom's parents for a bit. After Jeff was released from the hospital, he spent days inside, refusing to leave the bedroom he stayed in. He refused to eat, only ever eating small portions, but he could never fully stomach them, he was ashamed, deep in distraught and pain, left to ponder all by himself..Well, not all by himself. Liu was a big part of his life, his younger brother with the everlasting livelihood of a child, Jeff was envious he never got to experience the pain their father put him through, but then again, Liu was the reason he was still sane at this point in time.
When Jeff had turned 15, they moved to a town far away from their previous one. East Kanpids was a nice town, small and domestic, just what the Woodfree family needed. Since it was a new town, the residents were unfamiliar and curious about Jeff almost immediately, which made him want to hide again, but unfortunately, his mother wouldn't allow him to isolate himself anymore than he did. Throughout the years, his mother had become more careless of her children, possibly due to the grief of their past lives, of her late husband. This revelation forced Jeff to rely on himself and take care of Liu on his one.
At first, after they had settled in, they thought everything would finally be peaceful. That was until Randy Wilson came into the picture; he was the son of the towns chief, a well known and respected officer, which would explain Randy's incredibly high ego, and why he was able to get away with harassing the new kids in town along with his friends. It would almost be everyday that Randy and his goons would find them out together and mess with them by either making fun of, or threaten them. Jeff was their main target, with how he often has a mask on, how the red fleshy scarring ran across half his face with what's left of his normal skin being extremely pale, and not to mention his skinny figure, it was gross in their eyes, it wasn't "manly". They'd mock him, over and over, and he was getting sick of it by each passing day. He finally snapped when after all this time they've been verbally harassing them, did they finally take it too far and pull a knife on them. Backed into a corner, the two siblings could only watch in anticipating horror as Randy and his two friends stood tall, Randy front and center with his pocket knife, taunting the same words he always did. "You're disgusting, you guys should just die! Specifically you, fleshy face! You can't even fend for yourself with that stick figure of a body, you're weak and pathetic!" Those words got to Jeff, it always has and he always endured, but not this time. Something about those words struck him in the chest, a sharp pain that damaged him emotionally. His vision went dark, and before anyone could react, he threw himself onto Randy, the two wrestling for the weapon before Jeff finally grabbed the knife from Randys hand and stabbing it into his shoulder. Once, then twice in deep and agonizing cuts. Randy had to beg Jeff to stop, but he wouldn't pause, not even for a second. It wasn't until punching Jeff directly in the face after relentlessly trying to pry him off did he finally snap out of his bloodthirsty state. Everyone was horrified, even Jeff, what WAS that?! Randy's friends immediately rushed him off to find the nearest person to help, and in the meantime, Jeff and Liu ran off.
It'd not even been a day before the police came knocking on their door. They were informed by the child of chief police that one of the Woodfree children had violently attacked him with a knife. While Jeff was about to confess to his crime, Liu stepped in and told the police it was him, taking the blame for Jeff's crime. Jeff didn't understand why Liu would do such a thing, it was stupid on his part. He begged, screamed, cried; "It was me!!! Liu, what the hell, it was me, don't do this!!" But his begs were only seen as pleads for his brother to not be taken away. Liu would be sent to Juvenile court and sent off to a correction camp for rehabilitation. It didn't matter which one of the siblings went to jail, all Randy wanted was to see both of them suffer, by means of loss, of either dignity or that of freedom.
In the duration of the few months, Randy Wilson was identified as missing, as well as John Tulip and Troy Franks. In the months of the three being missing, Jeff felt..different. Once again he was isolated once more but, he acted strange. He's been staring off into the bathroom mirror everyday for almost an hour if his mother didn't catch him everytime. He was more giddy, but cautious and stiff. He would smile more often, something eery lingering in his grinning expression. He was not himself, she knew that for sure. While laying in bed wide awake, Jeff's mother decided to check on him, walking down toward his room to find..Nothing. Where the hell did this kid go? She decided to search around the room, maybe there was something that was doing this to him, she knew it wouldn't be drugs, he would never! Would he? Behind the drawer of his room, she found what seemed to be a pocket knife, dried blood mixed with fresh blood splattered on it, like it had been months since it's been there. Just as she was about to process this revelation, Jeff's door slammed wide open; it was him! Staring down at his own mother with that sickening grin but, something else was off. She almost couldn't make it out, but he looked like he was bleeding from his face. The moment he stepped closer was the moment she felt her face turn white as she saw her own son, face sliced to make a scarring from his pale skin, from his lips all the way up to his cheek bone. "Don't you like it, Mom? Aren't I beautiful? I've been liking myself more, isn't that what you wanted?" Has he gone mad?! Who the hell was this?! Before she could scream, or make a run for it, or do anything, he pounced. Grabbing and pinning her down with all his weight, which surprisingly for his appearance, he was incredibly strong. "Don't struggle! I just want you to be pretty too!"
His blood dripped on to her face as tears pricked at the corner of her life eyes, struggling to make sense of it all as he held something toward her face, was..Was this a box cutter? "Kyden, Kyden please, please I'm begging you! I'm your mother!" She pleaded, using his real name. She never knew why they'd decided to call him by his second name his whole life, he hated it, only her calling him by his real name did he fall over the edge he's been on for his whole life.
A hand reached out, wrapping around her throat tightly as he stared down with an agonized glare. "Mother...? The mother who left me and Liu behind after that fire happened? The mother that didn't even try to ask what was going on when Liu and I had been bullied for weeks? The mother, that loved me so much, but didn't see the way dad TORTURED me?" His tone of resentment turned into a snicker, as if this was a joke to him, some sick joke only he understood. His snicker soon abrupted into a loud laugh, hand squeezing against the sides of her neck, choking her as he dropped the blaze, a small clink falling beside her head as he used both hands to strangle her. "The mother who never noticed little twelve year old me set our dear beloved father ablaze during the night of the fire..?" The scar resembling a smile made this nothing but worse, as if he could not look any more..Happy.
His mother couldn't breathe, not only because of him suffocating her, but also of the fact he was the cause of all this, it wouldn't be a surprise to know he was the one who made those other kids go missing. "Can't say anything else, mother...?" He cooed a sadistic and mocking tone as he pressed his thumbs against the front of her throat, watching her slowly go limp. "Don't worry, you'll be as pretty as me when you've gone.."
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June 21st, XXXX, Kyden Jeffery Woodfree was registered missing after findings of his mother home alone in his room. Evelyn Kate Woodfree would be found dead on the floor, scarrings that reached from her mouth to her ears were carved into her face as the walls in her sons room read "You're beautiful" written all over it in her own blood. From the murder weapons found at the crime scene, it was identified that not only did Kyden Jeffery kill his own mother, but was the one who was held responsible for the missing case of Randy Wilson, John Tulip, and Troy Franks. We may not know where he is now, but be sure to look out for the young man.
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I made this at 12am oh my GODDDDDDDD I'm tired AURGH,,,,With that, it's not entirely perfect, some parts I left out to add to the mystery :3
One of my headcanons is that Jeff’s favorite band is Bullet for my valentine because I like Bullet for my valentine therefore he has to like it too 🤭🤭🤭
Tory Hansley, a child treated with no moral, no love, no freedom. Forced to face a world of cruelty, she complies with the pressure of insanity.
She stared into the abyss whilst one of the counselors continuously yelled and scolded her. This child correction camp was torture, it was more of a concentration camp rather than a place to help kids resolve their issues. Vernal, Utah. Fieldsday camp. It was such a nasty place. It was stuck in the middle of a thick forest, dull and unalive, it was like a scene for a horror movie, and that it will be.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! I told you to clean out the gutters and I'm not seeing any progress from you! You respect your fucking counselors and do your goddamn work!" The woman screamed, rage filling her tone. She wasn't one of the nice ones, there were no nice ones in this place. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
"I would've gotten it done if I had some assistance.." Tory murmured out, staring at the ground to avoid her mumble of annoyance being heard, possibly dismissed, but no, Counselor Sammy always noticed the little things about the children under her 'guidance.' In a quick moment, Tory could feel her hair being pulled by the back and thrusted forward, the sudden tug sending her into a spiral of panic as she tried pushing back but to no avail.
"What was that?! Say it again, Hansley!" Sammy had a tight grip on Tory's hair. She was a fairly strong woman, she had an overweight but muscular build that made the kids who were forced into her care to fear her. It didn't help that she was easily prone to violence, and this wasn't the first time she or any of the adults in this prison had harmed so many teens and children.
Tory didn't respond, she knew better than to continue talking back. She looked around at the others, pleading and begging in her mind that someone please PLEASE help her. But people weren't mind readers, nor did they care or have the bravery to. While staring at the others, she could her a click, she turned and saw the woman grabbing her hair hold a pocket knife, holding up up close against her.
"I said SPEAK, brat!! Or you're not getting out of this camp alive." Sammy threatened, the knife she held slowly pressing against Tory's neck, applying enough pressure from the tip of the sharp blade to cause a stinging sensation.
Tory could feel her adrenaline heightened, something she'd never experienced before. Staring down at the small blade pressed against her, it was cold, painful. She'd never endured this kind of pain before, she's never felt the touch of a blade. But something about this moment, about the beating of her chest, the rushing thoughts in her mind, it made everything muffled, quiet even. As if her hand moved on its own, she grabbed Sammy's wrist, and with every strength she had, she pushed the woman back and toward the ground, prying the knife out of the woman's hand.
Voices still muffled, she stared down at the vulnerable lady on the ground, the fall had twisted her ankle and she was screaming in pain, but she couldn't only hear static. Tory's vision started distorting, almost like a glitch in a video recording, although she didn't know what that looked like exactly, so this experience was..New.
Her mind went blank, as if a few moments in her life was skipped from her brain, but she knew what she had done. She stared down at the now corpse below her, she had gotten on top of Sammy, stabbing the woman, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...
Several stab wounds, even a long thin and jagged line cut through skin as the blood poured onto the ground and onto Tory's clothes. Children and teenager screamed in horror as some went to collect the counselors that were all further away. The bloodied girl stared down at the corpse, it's face was stuck in a shocked look, one mixed with fear as Tory's own fear sank in, she killed someone...she KILLED someone. Before she could make sense of it all completely, she was running, a trail of wet red liquid following her with adults chasing after her, she didn't know where to go, the fences around the camp were too high to jump over, unless she climbed, so she did exactly that. Climbing the fence was difficult, it was those types made up of barbed wire and electricity coursing through it. Tory didn't care for the stings or pain she felt whilst holding the wires, climbing one by one, and eventually hopping over the fence, it was a long jump but she survived, at the cost of a sprained ankle.
Tory was able to make her escape, the adults having to go back to the front to reach the outdoors. That was the last anyone had ever laid eyes on that girl.
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HELLOOOOO!! I really hope you enjoyed this short story I made of my oc Tory!! I put alot into her and I hope you like her just as much as I do :)
I'm pretty new to posting on Tumblr despite having this account for about 6 years lmao, but I wanted to try something new !!!
