[Zero]: What Do You Call A Clown-faced Freak With Ugly Hair And A Lack Of Charm?

[Zero]: What do you call a clown-faced freak with ugly hair and a lack of charm?

[Jeff]: Don’t you dare.

[Y\n, grinning]: I don’t know, Z. What do you call a clown-faced freak with ugly hair and a lack of charm?

[Jeff]: Glares

[Zero]: Jeffery Woods. 

[Jeff]:

[Jeff]: When you don’t wake up tomorrow, assume that it’s my fault.

This should be illegal (OLD)

[Hoody]: Walks into the kitchen

[Cody]: Pouring orange juice over dry Frosted Flakes

[Hoody]: Freezes What... what the actual hell are you doing.

[Cody]: Looks up innocently What do you mean?

[Hoody]: Are you... are you pouring orange juice into your cereal?

[Cody]: Blinks Yes...?

[Hoody]: ...

[Cody]: ...

[Hoody]: You sick freak.

[Cody]: But—

[Hoody]: Don’t. Turns away 

[Hoody]: I can’t even look at you.

[Cody]: You’re too sensitive.

[Hoody]: No, I have common sense.

[Cody]: At least I don’t eat kidneys and other human organs!

[Hoody]: I would rather eat kidneys.

[Cody]: Now that’s just gross.

[Hoody]: And dumping orange juice on cereal isn’t?

[Cody]: Nope! You should actually try it sometime.

[Hoody]: Over my dead body.

[Cody]: Now you’re just being negative.

[Hoody]: I don’t have time for your disturbing idiocy. Leaves kitchen

[Cody]: Rolls eyes What a drama queen.

[Cody]: Proceeds to eat his orange juice-Frosted Flakes combination without a care in the world

Uh-oh (OLD)

[Toby]: This day blows.

[Y\n]: Aw Toby, it’ll be okay. 

[Toby]: No I mean, literally, this day blows. Cody’s in the kitchen again.

[Y\n]: Oh shi—

Entire oven suddenly explodes

[Y\n]:

[Toby]:

[Tim, from four rooms away]: CODY!

[Cody, from in the kitchen]: I’m okay!

Hi! I'm new to your blog and I love your writing already! I was wondering (if you haven't already done so) can you write a scenario where your favorite creepypasta goes after a victim, but finds out the victim is immortal? I thought it'd be a fun scenario to play with, with the confusion of not being able to off the victim, the surprise of finding that they can't actually die, and the possible relatable feeling of being alive so long that the world blends together? I also say to use your favorite cp because I'd love to see who your favorite is and how you depict them in this scenario!

Oh wow, this is indeed an interesting scenario. I’m glad you like the blog, and I hope this meets your standards! Also, I decided to use Homicidal Liu for this because I haven’t written a lot about him yet and he’s pretty underrated I think. Plus he’s just a cool character ^^ Thanks for the request!

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Liu peers through the window, gazing at the sleeping individual currently residing in their bed, blissfully unaware of the stitched-up teenager hovering just outside their room. Their chest rises and falls peacefully, a sight that Liu will, unfortunately, have to put an end to. It isn’t his fault he serves a faceless entity with a vengeance for mankind - if he ever tried to leave, he’d be wiped off the face of the earth.

He slides the window open, internally thanking them for leaving it unlocked the afternoon prior, as it makes it all the easier on him. Sure, he’s had to pick locks before and he generally doesn’t have a problem with it, but he’d rather just get in and get the job done without having any delays if at all possible. 

Slinking through the now open window and silently stepping onto the floor below, he pulls his machete from the sheath hanging from his back and grips the handle as he draws closer to their sleeping frame. It’s fairly normal for Sully to come out during kills and take the lead, though it seems for tonight, Liu’s out of luck. He’ll have to do it by himself.

Slenderman didn’t give specific instructions, he just said, “Take them out and destroy any remaining evidence”, and he plans to do just that. Creeping to the bed, he raises his machete over his head, focusing on where their neck is sticking out from beneath the covers and readying himself for what he inevitably has to do. 

After an encouraging breath, he brings the blade down onto their neck, one, two, three times, their blood splattering onto his face and across the surface of the machete. After the fourth time, their head comes clean off, and he stops, attempting to catch his breath from the exertion. His gaze travels down to the floor as he feels the warm liquid slowly trickle down his face, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. This is not the lifestyle he wanted to have, and in all reality, he’ll probably never get completely used to it.

He isn’t like his brother. He can’t just kill, and kill, and kill without a care in the world, no. He still has something that Jeff severely lacks; compassion. Empathy for other people, which is a rare thing to come across in the manor holding some of the deadliest killers in the world.

It’s one of the reasons he gets along with Jane so well. She doesn’t like what she does, either, and together they can find a common enemy; Jeff. He ruined both of their lives, and even though he is still his biological brother, he doesn’t really see him as his brother, anymore. He stopped having familial emotions for him the night that he tried to murder him in cold blood, all without batting an eye.

Liu is drawn, or more like, yanked harshly, out of his thoughts of self-reflection when the person he thought he beheaded just seconds ago suddenly sits up, rubbing at their neck and letting out a pained grown. Holy shit. Their head is still attached. But that’s impossible—how the hell are they still alive? He just murdered them, he saw it, he’s covered in the blood to prove it.

Their eyes avert up from their lap to the person looming over them, thick blood obscuring most of his features and the silver moon shining in through the windowpane making him look even more ominous. Bonus points for the menacing-looking machete still grasped tightly within his hand.

They flinch away, muscles tensing and eyes widening as they comprehend what just happened. They stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, Liu trying to figure out how exactly it’s possible to come back alive after being clearly decapitated and Y\n merely observing him before they break the unsettling silence. 

“Did...did you just try to kill me?” Instead of replying, Liu continues to gaze down at them with unsure green eyes before swiftly bringing his machete back down, this time slicing through their head, with as much strength as he can muster up. They let out a squeak, pain shooting through their skull and temporarily rendering them immobile. 

Liu pulls the blade out of their head only to force it back down, this time much deeper than it was previously. He’ll be sure and kill them this time. Allowing the blood-spattered weapon to dangle at his side after he once again pulls it from the fresh, and undoubtedly fatal wound, he stares at the limp body sitting hunched over in front of him, completely unmoving.

Yes, he seems to have done it this time. Due to the dim lighting, he doesn’t notice how the inflicted area quickly seals itself back up, nor how the person whom he just presumed dead begins to breathe once more. Only when they stir and meet his gaze does he stumble back from surprise, nearly dropping his machete in the process.

They rub at their head, wincing at the aching currently taking place there and sending an annoyed glance at Liu. “Dude, again? Seriously?”

“H-how are you—“ he cuts himself off, shaking his head in disbelief and sucking in a breath in order to compose himself. Liu isn’t one to get surprised often, but when he does his reactions are more than notable. 

“How am I...what?” They spin around and place their feet on the floor, tilting their head up at Liu in mild vexation, a knowing expression forming across their face. “Not dying? Yeah, quite a shocker, huh?”

He blinks, comprehending the situation and trying not to be too startled. He didn’t expect this, when you kill someone they’re actually supposed to, ya know, be dead and stay dead. They aren’t supposed to rise again, not once, but twice. 

“This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to kill me.” Liu narrows his eyes at them incredulously, straightening his posture and collecting his bearings enough to form a coherent sentence.

“So you just...you just can’t die?” 

“Nope!” they say, popping the ‘p’ and shaking their head, eyebrows furrowing. “Doesn’t mean it hurts any less when someone tries, though.” 

“But...but how?” Had he known beforehand that the person he had been sent to eliminate couldn’t be eliminated then he wouldn’t have even gone, and he’s sure that if his boss would have had that information at hand then he wouldn’t have sent Liu in the first place.

But how wouldn’t he have known that? He’s the most powerful cryptid being that Liu has ever come across, it wouldn’t make sense for him to somehow not know of one of his workers’ victims to be...well, immortal. 

They shrug, rubbing at their arms lightly as the chilly breeze blows in from the still-open window. “I’m not really sure, myself. Not even my family knows.” They glance up at him with questioning e\c eyes. “Why did you try to kill me?”

“I...uh...” 

“Lemme guess. Someone sent you here?” Liu can’t do anything but hesitantly nod, shoulders loosening up slightly as he attempts to figure out what he’s supposed to do, now. “But you didn’t know that I couldn’t die?” Again, he nods. “And I’m guessing your boss or whatever didn’t, either.”

“You’re acting so casual about this,” he says, voice low as he tightens his grip on the deadly weapon still clutched in his palm. 

“I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Run and scream for my life?” A bland chuckle exits their mouth and they shake their head thoughtfully. “You can hurt me all you want but inevitably, it does nothing.”

He blinks, wiping the blood from his machete off onto his jeans before slipping it back into its sheath. “So you’re not gonna tell anyone?”

“Well, why would I? It would do no good.” They shuffle a bit on the bed, attempting to get more comfortable as they run a hand through their hair. “So what’s your name, anyway?”

“I’m not disclosing that information,” is all he says, causing Y\n to let out a small laugh of amusement.

“Okay, I get it. But I’m sure you already know mine.” 

“Maybe I do.”

“So what harm would it do in you telling me yours? You’re probably gonna kidnap me or somethin’ anyway, right?” Hmm...kidnapping isn’t too bad of an idea. Although, his boss told him to eliminate the subject, not kidnap them. To be fair though, he also didn’t tell him that the ‘subject’ in question couldn’t be killed so, he supposes that there are some exceptions to this...peculiar situation.

He releases a quiet sigh, sticking his hands deep inside the pockets of his leather jacket and ultimately deciding what the hell, why not. “...Liu. I’m Liu.”

“Nice name, ‘Liu’. I’m Y\n.” They lean backward, their arms supporting their weight as they tilt their head up at the brown-haired male. “Too bad we couldn’t be meeting under better circumstances.”

This person is so chill toward the guy who just tried to kill them—

“So are you gonna try to behead me again or what?” They brush their fingers over their neck and huff. “That didn’t feel very good, just so you know.”

“Well in my defense, you weren’t really supposed to be alive to feel it.”

“True, true. And for future reference, make the cut diagonal.” Liu raises an eyebrow. “You’ll slice the head off quicker that way. I mean, assuming you’re gonna try to kill, again.”

“Okay…why are you telling me this?” They shrug.

“Why wouldn’t I tell you this?”

He parts his lips to respond, though eventually just closes them back and shakes his head in defeat. “I...don’t know.”

“Alright, look dude, if you’re gonna do something else then just go ahead and do it. If not,” they release a yawn and begin to climb back underneath the covers of their bed, “then leave so I can go back to sleep.”

Liu isn’t sure what to do other than just stand there and watch them, thoughts swarming his mind. Should he leave them? They made it pretty clear that they weren’t intimidated by him, and he’s almost positive that they won’t blab about this encounter should he let them go. His boss might be mad, but oh well, he can always come back and kidnap them later. For now, he just needs to tell Slenderman that they legit can’t die, or even if they can, they seem to recover rather quickly and is always able to come back to life afterward.

Deciding that there isn’t a better option, he slowly starts walking backward, wiping some blood off of his face with the back of his hand and exiting through the window before softly shutting it behind him. This was a strange encounter, indeed. Maybe he can talk to Jack or Kagekao about being immortal and get some of his many questions answered since he himself can actually die so he doesn’t know what it’s like. 

With a slightly confused sigh, he begins his trek back to the Manor. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder...

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I’ve done it peeps, I’ve created another blog. I’m not entirely sure what I’m planning on posting on there yet, but it will definitely be about Marble Hornets, as I mentioned in a previous post. Maybe like headcanons, theories, scenarios, x readers, ya know, the norm.

NO CREEPYPASTA. Don’t get me wrong, I love Creepypasta, but things about Marble Hornets should STAY strictly Marble Hornets. I do enjoy crossovers, as you probably already know, but no Creepypasta allowed on my Marble Hornets blog. It’s a MARBLE HORNETS blog for a reason.

Feel free to check it out if you wish. You can send in questions, your thoughts on the series, requests for.... whatever. Your imagination is the limit!

But before you ask, NO, I do not ship Brian and Tim, or Alex and Jay, or any other of the popular MH ships. That is a series about mystery and revenge and creepy stalkers, and I feel like romantic relationships just wouldn’t fit in well with it. They don’t fit in well with it, and one of the main reasons of that is because of all the conflict between each character. 

I mean, even if there were some romance between them, it was long gone by the time the series ended. Brian hated Tim, Jay disliked Tim, Tim disliked Brian (or Hoody, I guess), and everyone hated Alex. So yes. No romance there.

Anywho, here it is: @krystal-sylph

There isn’t a lot of content on there yet, but stay tuned and hopefully there will be more out soon.

Challenge: name 5 things Candy Pop likes and 5 things he dislikes.

Five things Candy Pop likes:

1 - The idea of ‘modern’ things, like TV, cars, video games, etc.

2 - Deer.

3 - His family, before they got killed.

4 - Whipped cream.

5 - Blueberries.

Five things Candy Pop dislikes:

1 - Night Terrors (this should be a given).

2 - Dogs.

3 - Carrots.

4 - Death.

5 - His, or rather, Night Terrors’ ‘hybrids’.