New Recruits - A CreepyPasta Fanfic

Prologue: Meet the girls

~~~Neon Bolt Story (Kayla)~~~

Hi I'm Neon no one knows who I'm really am. I have natural neon turquoise hair. Oh Im 14 my parents abandoned me in a hospital. I never got a name so I was called Neon on my birth certificate. I jumped from foster home to foster home. When I was 4 I was struck by lighting. I was blinded for month and paralyzed for three weeks. I still jumped from foster home to foster home. No one adopted me I was unwanted then when I was 11  I ran away from my 10th foster home. I ran as fast as I could on my 5th night of running I ran into Toby Rodgers he took me in. I lived in a home with others like me making good friends with Skyla.

One day when I was hanging out with one of the original people there. We so ME and Jeff were kidding around till he took it to far by touching me up my spine. My spine twisted because I fell a lot on my back. I panic and hit him over a electrical shock ran through my body and out of my fingers electrocution Jeff. I learn how to control this power at my own will with the help of Toby. I run around and kid with the others often waking them up from nightmares from their past. For now you must call me Bolt or Neon Bolt I do know my real name it's not Neon but I don't trust a soul. So for now me ever more I'm Neon Bolt.

~~~Skyla's Story~~~

My name is Skyla Speedswift, and I am a 13 year old teen with a sad, depressing past.

In the past of high school, I had a lot of friends, a lot of fun and most importantly, a lot of happyness. People respected my opinions and beliefs like it made sense, because what I believed I could do was beyond idiocy. I always thought I could fly -Which made no sense since I'm like 13, but it was true! I was perfectly fine where I was, until the 'trio' joined my school life.

Everything had fallen down. They bribed every into thinking how much of an idiot I was. My friends ditched me, everyone thought of me as an idiot and no longer respected me and worst of all, I was hated amongst everyone in the whole school. It was like everything had suddenly hated every single bit of my existence. Every. single. bit.

I had no one to turn to. Once my parents had passed away, a strict 'childminder' was all that was left in my life. She was someone who was amongst my haters in school. Everything felt like numb pain ringing through my head as flashbacks of pupils shouting mean things to me run through my mind. I had to choose what to do with my life. The choices were limited and risky, so I had no choice but to leave them behind and start a new one..on my own..with no one by my side..

~~~Red Seeker's Story(Wild's CP OC)~~~

Hello... My name's Red. Yes. That's the name I tell everyone. I love the color red. Don't you like it too? It's beautiful. I got everything I own red. Don't judge me, I even have red eyes and hair. My mom, the only person who supports me in my life, died when I am ten due to a disease. My abusive dad see it as an opportunity and started to violently abuse me. See those scars on me? Dad made those on me. I still have more under my shirt. In school, since I lost my mother, classmates started to bully me. At first some teachers and classmates wanted to help me, but the bullies convinced them that I am not valuable to being protected. I have turned insane when 13, and that time I used my love on the color as my reason everyone deserve to die... to never exist... to no one ever remember them.

Anyways, although I am neither a proxy nor underling (aka Zalgo's), my loyalty goes to the Proxies. My best partners are Jeff, BEN, Helen (Bloody Painter) and EJ. They know me the best, since we all have similar experiences.

They can go though hard times together. With me.

~~~Splatter Dash~~~

My name is Splatter, or at least, that's what I tell everyone. Nobody else knows my true name, and they probably never will. I am a slim teenager with blazing red hair, garnet brown eyes, very pale skin, and a discolored patch of blue skin over my right eye that looks like a paint splatter, hence my name. I am an orphan, since my parents were killed in a fire when I was just a child. I used to go from foster home to foster home, being rejected every single time due to my... Defection. Every single time someone saw my splotch, their lips would curl in disgust, and they would say that I wasn't right for them.

I quickly grew sick of the unfair treatment, and decided to take control of my own life. I had more power than anybody ever knew, not even the greatest of scientists could ever discover the true secret behind the discoloration around my eye. It's not just a discoloration, it's a symbol for what I truly am.My powers are very mild, but not stupid like the ability to control fire or breathe underwater. No, I have something much, much more useful. But I can't exactly tell you what they are.

Using my powers, I was able to escape the orphanage with what little belongings I had. Now, I spend my days living independently as a thief, and the writer of many semi-popular stories on a certain website. It's actually pretty fun, not having much responsibilities and being able to do whatever you want.

And do you know what's even more exciting? I might not be the only supernatural being out there. I've seen some people- murderers, actually- who seem to follow the orders of a certain tall entity without a face.

From afar, I've been able to observe them. I didn't get close in case my powers didn't exactly work with them. The one I've seen the most is a man who seems to be only a year or two older than me. He has long black hair, skin whiter than snow, ominous unblinking eyes, and an everlasting smile that reminds me of the Cheshire cat; which is why I'm referring to him as "Cheshire" whenever I write down what I see in a certain journal I have.

I wonder... how would he and the others react if I revealed myself?

~~~Blender's Story~~~

My name is Ender. Well, it used to be anyway. Now I'm BlenderChilla. I was born as a hybrid long ago. My parents were very poor, and had to give me up to the city I lived in. But they didn't take me. They didn't just take in the strange people that grew fur and had tails and all that. I was a chinchilla/human/enderman hybrid, with gray fur, and purple eyes/hair/nose/tail tip. I was also a lot smaller that the rest of the townspeople. The government there was harsh, they killed my parents and whipped me till I bled out all over the city streets. Someone pulled me away, and forced me to watch as a young half chinchilla boy was shot twice in the leg, and a couple wolf girls get drowned. They took me, the boy, and one of the wolf girls to a mental hospital so we could heal before they locked us up. I don't really remember much, but I know that there was a lot of blood and tears shed that day. Finally I broke free. I joined up with the two other survivors, and together we tore through the walls, running deep into the forest. We survived a while, but one day people came and took the other two away while i wasn't with them. Their names were... different. The boy was Senzasperanza (Sen) and the girl was Solitario (Sol). I was named Sangue(Sani). We all had our birth names, but we refused to tell them to anyone. One day I was exploring, and I found a cat. But this was no ordinary cat. He had black fur and a pink underbelly, and big red eyes. He didn't seem to notice me. I followed him all the way to a house. "I know you are there." He meowed. "Welcome to the CreepyPastas." I instantly became friends with all of them, especially Grinny, Jeff, and Slendy. It turns out they had been watching my camp for a while to decide whether or not to invite me to join. I dyed my hair a more red-purple color, and I created my own giant blender to kill my victims with. The others named me BlenderChilla (and Jeff calls me SlenderChilla since I hang out with Slenderman so much). Now I live with them.

~~~~~~~~~~~Tarni Sto