Creepy-Streak // #1 // To MrCreepyPastaYou awaken with a jolt. With just a single, sweeping glance around, you can tell you're in a dark forest, supposedly at night. Glancing up, you note that very little moonlight filters through the thick foilage of the tree leaves. A sudden, cold, sweeping fear washes over you. With another, longer look around, you notice a pallid, ghastly face. Your eyes feel drawn to that pure white, standing out in the dark forest. The longer you watch, the faster your mind seems to slip away. Finally snapping out of it, you turn around and stumble to get up, but it is difficult with the various leaves and branches strewn across the ground. Managing to get up, at last, you race away from that white, featureless face. However, you stumble often over the branches and roots strewn through the forest. As time wears on, you realize that the forest has stayed in its persistent darkness. Noting this unsettling observation, another sweep of fear washes over you. The same featureless face looms out in frontCreepy-Streak // #1 // To MrCreepyPasta by ~dangershy
Feilix Archan // Hunger Games Roleplay CharacterFeilix Archan is a tall boy at the height of 6'2" with rough sandy hair. His hair spikes out in muliple directions, but most point towards his left and down. It is a sandly blonde colour, with darker blonde streaks through it. His face is thin but heavily tanned from many hours working in his district, Seven, the fishing district. He works with his father out on the boat and hauls fish in daily, feeding his family with the small fish set for them. His face also has some scars from accidents, typically from when he was trying to cast his reel out to water biut instead messed up and got a hook to his face instead. These scars consist of to spots on his nose, a short scrath under his right eye, and a long, thick one on the left side of his face. His eyes are a deep, ocean-navy blue that change a teal blue when he's happy. His body build is thin but slightly muscled. He has long and equally thin fingers and stubby fingernails. He typically wears a green shirt with a long blue sripe acrossFeilix Archan // Hunger Games Roleplay Character by ~dangershy
(Untitled) Ch. One // Pt. Two // Help of a FriendElla woke up with a jolt. The dream was still fresh in her mind. Who or what the hell was that?! she thought, remembering the tall, faceless man. I'll figure it out later. she decided, getting out of bed. She quickly changed into her school clothes and grabbed her bookbag. She figured that her friend, Shyanne, would be able to help.(Untitled) Ch. One // Pt. Two // Help of a Friend by ~dangershy
Her alarm clock, which was actually her phone, went off. A small giggle escaped her as Space Core screamed SPAAAAACE repeatedly. She snatched her phone and turned off the alarm just as her mom called from the kitchen. "Ella! Breakfast is ready!" her mom said. Her older brother, Matthew, poked his head around the corner of her doorway. "Come on," he said. "Don't rush me!" Ella snapped at him. She turned her phone off and put it in her bookbag.
She burst into the kitchen. Her mom gave her a smile and beckoned towards the table. A plate of fresh pancakes were sitting in front of her seat. She ate quickly, then waved bye to her mom and brot
(Untitled) Ch. One // Pt. One // Dream of MeetingTrees. Forest. That was what surrounded her. She didn't know where she was going, yet she did. Her legs seemed to be working of their own accord, carrying her to wherever it was she was going. Everything was hazy, like it always was in her dreams.(Untitled) Ch. One // Pt. One // Dream of Meeting by ~dangershy
She saw a clearing through the dense trees. A shudder ran down her spine but she kept going. The feeling that they were going of their own accord disappeared and was replaced with the feeling that they were being controlled by some unseen force.
She finally broke into the clearing. Another chill shook her. A tall man, somewhere between a looming ten to fifteen feet, stood in the middle, his back to her. His skin was pale white and he had no hair. He wore a black suit, formal attire. It seemed out of place, wearing a suit in a forest.
Who is that? she thought, fearful. The man turned his featureless face just enough to where she could tell he had no face, no eyes or mouth, not even a nose. It was flat, with no flaws. "Who am I