forum CreepyPasta RP~Might include shipping~ (Open...?)

Started May 21, 2018 by @KawaiiCuteness003

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I think it might be either Smile.Dog or Smile.exe but to be honest I don't think it matters that much…

Hi. Still open?

Name: Criss-Cross
Appearance: A Red, White, and Blue mask with no eyes and a sloppily painted purple grin. Black shirt made out of rags, gray striped pajama pants. Black hair with specs of gray and white. Black daggers on either side of his hips.
Age: 16 1/2
Species: Human
Personality: Quiet and gloomy, but can have moments of insanity especially when pissed off and/or hungry.
Backstory: Unknown. (Amnesiac)
Other: Will only eat rabbit organs. Particularly the hearts. Also, likes the taste of human blood.

Is he okay?

Isabella walks through the school halways.

Name: Jamie/Jewel
Appearance: Ragged black hair, gaunt face, acid burns over parts of her body
Age – if applicable: She doesn't remember.
Species: Proxy, originally human with demon blood
Personality: Sarcastic, prefers animals to people
Backstory/origin: Starved by an abusive boyfriend, who was insane, and wanted to make her 'beautiful.' He did this by essentially torturing her. When she died she woke up with other Proxies.
Other: Favorite way to kill is with a jeweled dagger

O_O Dat is one harsh life. By the way, How/When are we starting.

Go ahead and start.

Criss-Cross finished off the remains of the rabbits organs, mixing the rabbit's blood with the humans' on his pants and hands. He stood up and walked towards the lake nearby. He tossed the remains of the rabbit in and taking a drink as well. He then heard a SNAP! He whipped around drawing his knives after pulling his mask quickly on. He waited…

Isabella hears something, stopping. She had stepped on a twig.

C.C. growls, seeing a flash of blue dart behind a tree. "Come out, come out… I'll only slit your throat…" he murmured behind his purple smile.

She steps out, not at all scared of him. "Would you really do that…?" She smiles.

"Ooh… a brave human? Rather unheard of… I'm going to enjoy the taste of your blood." He lunged, imagining her screams as she would beg for mercy.

All she did was step to the side, dodging him. "Would you really want to kill the girlfriend of Puppeter?¨

"Puppeteer" He spat. "By the way you move, I'd say you're another creepypasta. But I hate Puppeteer. I'd love to get my hands on him and rip him to shreds." He then threw back his head and laughed eerily. "Heh, heh. Let's see how good you are at fighting, love." He dropped to a crouch and started to circle, watching her, bloody drool dripping from behind his mask.

Isabella smiles, not moving.

"You're under the influence of him aren't you, flower? What do you think he'd do if I killed you? Temporarily of course, but killed you all the same…" His hands were twitching, impatient. [I'd love to see Pup devastated. He'd deserve it. Why? I don't know.] He thought. He was roiling with pent up anger.

"Sometimes I'm under his influence, when he's near…" Isbella hisses.

"Oh ho? Do you still know how to fight without him?" He was on the verge of breaking, his thirst almost over taking him. He could barely hold it back. How much longer could he hold on? Creepypasta blood was even better than human! So sweet and salty and sour. His teeth started chattering.