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Intro Post
(//Heads up: this is an roleplay blog for my horror/creepypasta original character Victor. That means there will be a lot of dark topics mentioned, I will put a full trigger warning list and also a list of important hashtags at the bottom of this post. There will also be adult language used, as I and my oc are 18+)
(// also note, this is my weird variation of the classic slender mansion au, Marble Hornets will be mentioned, though I am not 100% up to date on the lore, and this is not meant to be lore accurate, this is meant to be fun. No hate please)
(//trigger list will be updated as needed, feel free to let me know if you think I missed anything)
(//asks are open, no magic anons though, there's enough chaos already, also feel free to ask out of character questions of me the mod, you can call me DJ or Ghost, he/they pronouns)
Post Explaining the AU I'm using
So, what do people usually put in these kinds of posts? I haven't really used social media since before I died, so Im kinda out of practice.
I guess I'll start basic.
My name is Victor. I am physically 25, I guess. I was 25 when I died, anyway, but that was like 15 years ago so I think Im technically 40 (I try not to think about it).
Okay, I guess I should talk about the fact that I died.
It was a whole thing. I left a New Years Eve party early on December 31st, 2009, got kidnapped by a weird cult who I guess wanted to start the zombie apocalypse (I was a little distracted at the time so I wasn't taking notes). I died at exactly midnight on January 1st, 2010.
Good news? No zombie apocalypse.
Bad news? I was dead in the ground for ten years before randomly waking up on New Years 2020 (terrible year to wake back up to).
So, yeah, I am a zombie now. Not really sure why it took so long, or why I'm still sentient, but it does suck for all the reasons you expect.
For the last 4 and a half years, I've just been sleeping in my grave during the day and going out at night to try and figure out why I'm "alive" again (my theory is it has to do with the cult). As long as I wear a mask to hide the old cuts from the cult (I'll explain if someone asks) no one really notices me.
A few months ago though, these guys named Tim and Brian showed up and offered to let me stay at their place. Apparently they think the cult that killed me may have been involved with this monster that they are like... fighting against or whatever. So they have this house in the woods for survivors of encounters with it. I don't know if I count as a survivor but whatever.
The house is nice enough. A little crowded, but they gave me the basement all to myself (probably because they can lock it from the outside. I'm a monster, I know I am). They keep me fed with their "accidents" (apparently some of the others are a little unstable, and I make for a good evidence disposal).
I don't know if it's better than the abandoned cemetery, but it's probably safer for the general population if I'm being kept under watch.
Housemates:
- Tim: tired of everyone's shit, he and Brian seem to be in charge, he seems... nice enough
- Brian: the other guy in charge, definitely the more "outgoing" one, I guess, weirdly secretive still
- Sally: some kind of weird ghost kid. She seems sweet, but she keeps asking questions that I do not know how to answer appropriately for someone her age. She should not be here
- Jane: no nonsense, I respect that. She mostly keeps to herself, but I've never seen her without that weird mask, keeps threatening to kill Jeff, Tim and Brian try to keep them separate as much as possible
- Jeff: piece of shit who can go die in a hole. I don't know why they let him stay here. All he does is piss everyone off and push our buttons. I vote we just drive him deep into the woods and leave him there.
- Toby: Also kind of a dick but knows when to shut his mouth (mostly). We kinda get along. He understands feeling like an outcast because his brain is wired weird.
- Liu: Jeff's brother who was recently found by Tim and Brian and brought to the house. He doesn't talk much, except to himself.
Interests:
-I like drawing (I was actually an art student before I died), I don't have a lot of energy for it anymore, but it brings me joy
-embroidery, I actually make patches for my vest, a skill that has proven useful since dying, since all the autopsy sutures on my chest and face keep tearing open when I move too much.
-video games, I'm not good at them, but they're fun
-Horror movies, an ironic interest now, but I still love it. I've never cared for zombie media though
Trigger Warnings:
Death
Zombies
Cults
Murder
Cannibalism (technically, does it count if its a zombie?)
Slenderman
Important Hashtags:
#[any housemate name], this will give you all posts relating to that housemate, usually venting of some kind
#bullshit in the woods, this will be my hashtag for any general creepiness or monsters in the surrounding woods
#cult shit, (//closest thing to a recurring storyline) the ongoing investigation into what actually happened to me and what the deal with my death was
#tragic backstory, it's exactly what it sounds like, learn about my tragic life before my tragic death
#slender sickness, (// this one is always added out of character, denotes when Victor or one of the others is possibly falling under Slender's influence)
I know it's been forever since I posted, but honestly it's because not much has happened.
Since bringing Liu into the house, things have kinda calmed down. Jeff is still an asshole, but not as much. He spends a lot of time with Liu now, I guess trying to make up for lost time or something. I don't know. Liu is still really quiet, and still doesn'treally even acknowledge Jeff for reasons I don't know, but he seems to have adjusted well to living in the house, and considering his housemates include a ghost and a zombie that's pretty impressive. Sometimes I notice him talking to himself, but I figure it's not my business.
I don't know what happened to both Jeff and Liu before they got to this house, but I assume it was rough.
The rest of us are still... us. Not much has changed. Tim and Brian have been out of the house more. I guess that faceless fuck in the woods is being more active or something. They usually leave Jane in charge, which is definitely the smartest choice.
My birthday passed, so I guess I'm 41 now, not that it matters much when you're a zombie. I didn't tell anyone about it. No need. It just made me sad.
I miss being alive sometimes. All the time. It's not like my life was good. My family cut me off and a was a depressed art student with no hope for the future. But it was better than being dead. Better than being a literal monster.
But, anyway, ignoring that depressing tangent, things have been fine. No one has died, no major injuries, and I haven't bitten anyone in weeks. So yeah, things are good.
Lowkey we should create a giant manmade blood device to attract ticks away from humans and its a giant blood container that pumps like a heart and emits phermones that attract ticks and mosquitos and we should call it Mother
Good news, Liu seems fine with me and Sally. He eventually came out of his room and joined the rest of us for disney movie night. I think he's still a little freaked out by being in the same room as a ghost and a zombie, but Sally is good at getting people to like her, and he seems convinced that I won't eat him.
The downside is that Sally was MILDLY traumatized by The Black Cauldron so I am in trouble for that. I will not apologize for introducing her to greatness, but maybe next time I'll show her Treasure Planet instead.
Sally and I are tired of being stuck in our rooms. The best way for Liu to get comfortable in the house is to actually experience it during business as usual. If he can't deal with living with the undead, he can leave. It's been weeks, I'm tired of being in the basement.
Since Tim and Brian have gone out on a supply run (both to the grocery store and to the local morgue to get some more "meat" for my stores so I don't eat Jeff), Sally and I have made camp in the living room and are watching Disney movies. I have snuck The Black Cauldron onto the list. If I don't get in trouble for freaking out Liu, I probably will for showing Sally that movie.
So far Liu hasn't seen us (he sleeps a lot, Brian thinks that the adjustment period is taking a lot out of him emotionally), but Jane and Toby have joined us, and Jeff is in the kitchen rummaging through the pantry, but he's been in there for like ten minutes now so I think he maybe just wants to watch the movie and is too proud to admit it.
Nah, turns out they had found Jeff's brother, who Jeff thought was dead apparently, and they had us lock Jeff in the attic because they were worried he would freak out (he did)
He can't very well be released back into normal society, so for now, yeah he's staying.
That makes him, Jeff, Tim, Brian, Jane, Toby, Sally, and myself, so eight people now. It's a little crowded, but at least I have the basement to myself. No one wants to be roommates with the zombie.
Yeah, thankfully we have central heating, since it's starting to get cold.
And I agree, eight people is too many. I keep saying we should drive Jeff deep into the forest and just leave him there, but Tim and Brian say that's unethical. Truthfully some of the space issue could be solved if we didn't let Sally have her own room (she's a ghost, she doesn't need one), but none of us like telling her no.
we don't, and the freakin' furnace imploded. i'm the only person here above thirty, so i have to fix it again (i have no clue what i'm doing). we might just go cold.
unethical? you kill people, unless i'm thinking of a different mansion of weirdos in the forest.
sorry about the space issue. we don't have one over here.
Tim and Brian try to discourage killing, but accidents happen and that's how I get fed. I am basically the house garbage disposal for when someone loses their cool and has an accident. I find it a bit demeaning, but I take what I can get.
Nah, turns out they had found Jeff's brother, who Jeff thought was dead apparently, and they had us lock Jeff in the attic because they were worried he would freak out (he did)
He can't very well be released back into normal society, so for now, yeah he's staying.
That makes him, Jeff, Tim, Brian, Jane, Toby, Sally, and myself, so eight people now. It's a little crowded, but at least I have the basement to myself. No one wants to be roommates with the zombie.
Yeah, thankfully we have central heating, since it's starting to get cold.
And I agree, eight people is too many. I keep saying we should drive Jeff deep into the forest and just leave him there, but Tim and Brian say that's unethical. Truthfully some of the space issue could be solved if we didn't let Sally have her own room (she's a ghost, she doesn't need one), but none of us like telling her no.
Nah, turns out they had found Jeff's brother, who Jeff thought was dead apparently, and they had us lock Jeff in the attic because they were worried he would freak out (he did)
He can't very well be released back into normal society, so for now, yeah he's staying.
That makes him, Jeff, Tim, Brian, Jane, Toby, Sally, and myself, so eight people now. It's a little crowded, but at least I have the basement to myself. No one wants to be roommates with the zombie.
Nah, turns out they had found Jeff's brother, who Jeff thought was dead apparently, and they had us lock Jeff in the attic because they were worried he would freak out (he did)
Sorry for the lack of updates, my energy levels have been pretty low as I haven't had access to as much meat, so I'm sleeping more to make up for it.
I've mostly been relegated to the basement because Liu is still getting adjusted and me being a zombie is a lot to deal with. He and Jeff seem to be getting along better than expected though, so that's a good sign.
Sally is also being made to stay in her bedroom, since she's a ghost, but being a ghost means that doors do little to stop her. She's instead been coming down to hang out with me in the basement. She brings boardgames and coloring books to pass the time, and I taught her how to play blackjack.
I'm hoping having his brother around will force Jeff to mellow out a little, but that seems like asking a lot.
Tim and Brian came back late last night, and apparently the reason they had us lock Jeff in the attic was because they brought home a new survivor.
Not just any survivor though, Jeff's BROTHER!
I guess his name is Liu, and I don't know Jeff's entire backstory (none of us really talk about our backstories) but we were all under the impression that he was dead so him just suddenly showing up was not expected.
Liu is pretty shaken up and isn't talking right now, but for now he's sleeping in Jeff's room and Jeff is still in the attic.
We haven't exactly told Jeff it's his brother yet. Right now we're in the dining room arguing about who has to tell him. I'm voting for Sally since Jeff can't kill her.
The last several days I have been attapting to teach the others embroidery/basic sewing. Tim and Brian thought it would be good for them, both as a practical skill, and also because they all need hobbies other than trying to stab each other. I feel like teaching them a skill that involves repeatedly stabbing into fabric with a needle is a bit counterintuitive.
So far, Sally has done as well as you could expect a small child to do (she's a ghost yes, but she can physically interact with things, we don't understand it either), Jane is listening and following instructions well, Toby is... trying, but I think his tics make it hard, and since he can't feel pain he keeps stabbing himself with the needle, and Jeff isn't trying at all and I want to stab him with scissors.
Overall, it's going as well as could be expected, and no one is more dead than when we started.
Sally has insisted I leave the basement. I said not, but then she started crying so now I'm awkwardly standing in the kitchen letting her help me make brownies as an apology for trying to eat Jeff.
The others are minding their own business, which I appreciate. Toby attempted to steal some of the chocolate chips, so I did have to attack him with a spoon.
Threats of violence don't work well against a guy who can't feel pain, so we compromised, and he got a handful of chocolate chips, but he has to help with the brownies.
