Creepypasta OC's

#5. Your Lullaby

{Name}: Melody Winchester(Mel for short)
{Nickname} Your Lullaby
{Age}: 23
{Birth}: May 18, 1992
{Star sign}: Taurus
{Favorite Color}: None
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Appearance <<Anime>>

{Hair}: Short black, bob haircut.

{Eyes}: Black

{Height}: 7'1

{Weight}: 170 lbs.

{Build}: Slim and powerful figure, she has a music note tracing along her neck and forehead

{Scent}: Medicine

{Clothing}: White shirt-lace folded collar, light blue pants that stop right below knees, white converse, and black/white music note cardigan.

{Species}: Human/Demon
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{Personality}:
Melody has very violent phases, she's not very sweet either. She doesn't like being nice or being ordered to unless Slenderman or BEN told her to; she would be okay with that. She doesn't like hanging around adults to long; she likes a clean and quick kill. She'd been doing it for a long time so she was always good at it and that's probably the reason why BEN found her. On nights alone she would fall asleep to a lullaby she taught herself. She would imagine killing everyone she hated to it and laughed with it. Now she'll sing it to adults and set children free.
{Insanity Level}<<1-5>> Five

{Weapon of Choice}: Using a cursed flute, she plays a deadly lullaby.

{Way of Killing}: Usually would be found on hiking trails or in forests playing a beautiful sounding tune, once 4 of 5 people are around she plays her deadly lullaby which shatters their brain cells.
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{Likes}:
*children
*music
*small spaces
*wind
*trees

{Dislikes}:
*adults
*rules
*prisons
*cops
*doctors
*constant talking

{Powers}:
*plays multiple of her own deadly lullaby's.

{Strengths}:
*hiding
*manipulation

{Weakness}:
*believing others
*thinking of the aftermath
*listening to others
*teaming up
*children deaths
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{Friends}:
*Slenderman
*Jeff
*BEN
* LJ

{Family}: Deceased
Mother- Gabby Winchester
Father- Darryl Winchester

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{Relationship Status}: Single
{Sexuality}: Straight
{Crush}: BEN Drowned
{Bf or Gf}: None
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{Backstory}:

The barred up door in front of me opened up revealing two male officers, they made me laugh how they thought they would seriously get anything out of me. They could try and make a deal with me all day long and it would still never work.

All I ever did was whistle out a tune every day creating a new one.. if only it would kill back then.

I was sitting in that cell for 4 years, for murder on 6 adults; secretly nobody knows a lot more went through my torture. I would never forget their screams for mercy or the blood I shed on those nights. Sure I did miss freedom but I couldn't help myself. After all I did.. they were quiet and in a sense I felt so relieved.

Shouldn't those damned cops be trying to save children right now? Wasting there time with me, they know I'm not spilling anything so why waste time?

My mother and father abused me all my life and they could never help me.. even when I went to there stations with multiple bruises, cuts, scratches, burns and tears, my mother or father would feed them with lies and say I did it all to myself. What were those old bastards trying to accomplish hurting me?

Adults can't be trusted, their sick minds so I did what was right killing all of them, their children would understand soon.

"Patient 6490 we need to know are there other victims?" They repeated the same question over and over and I still won't give them an answer, I mentally laughed to myself 'No shit there are others.'

"Patient 6490 if there are others what's the point of not telling us the truth?" The officer asked. Slowly I looked up and he became alarmed, "What was the point of my parents lying to you officers?" I asked and he looked at the other. They've probably already looked up my case.

Both my parents died in a shoot out one night when I was left at home crying myself to sleep. When I was notified by the officers and doctors about their death I laughed, and laughed.. and laughed. The doctor thought maybe due to a phase of 'denial' when someone passes away close to you I may have laughed at that but he was surely wrong, I was laughing because I was free of their torture.

After they asked about my parents I told them all the truth including the one I went to first about their abuse, 'The one that never listened.' I thought to myself, I never really got to get rid of him either.

Although, they never really had evidence that I killed anyone, they just assume it was me being the fact that I was there. The only reason why I'm here is for my personality disorder, it's true that I could go on a killing spree because of it and they weren't gonna risk that however, they told me that I've been making progress and that I would be released in the next two days or so. Of course they would send doctors to see my every weekend to continue with therapy but I was gonna be able to be free again they would never know that it was me who committed any murders, I would start my life again.........................

"Hey Melody." "Ben?" I shot up as he knocked me away from my mental rant.

"You've been sitting there for a pretty long time, are you okay?" I smiled, Ben always cared about me as a matter of fact, he was the first one to actually listen to my side of the story. "Yeah I'm good I was just thinking about.. ya know before you found me.." I answered and he walked into the room, "You wanna talk about it?" He asked and I nodded.

Not only am I allowed to kill more freely I have someone I can love, I have a family I can trust.