OC Stories

Nancy 🎃

A/N: This was an assignment for school idk who tf Nancy is i made her up specifically for this and im not continuing it

Nancy sat in her chair in class, completely and utterly bored. All day, nothing had happened, and all of her friends were absent so that just made things worse. Family heritage ... what else was there to learn? She already knew she had turkish blood in her somewhere, as her grandmother had told her one time during a visit to her house. Wasn't that enough knowledge already? Nancy groans quietly to herself and drops her head into her arm. Boring, boring, boring. All she wants to do is go home and finally be allowed to text her friends and ask them where the heck they were today.

Sighing, she lifts her head back up, blinking at the screen until she figures out where she left off while reading. The teacher was making them use some kind of untrustworthy sketchy website that asked for your last name in order to find out your heritage. No fancy stuff like DNA testing ... just your last name. Nancy thought it was unbelievably stupid.

While scrolling through the page and skimming for what seems like forever, she finally comes across a tab that says "Gallery". Her eyebrows furrow a little bit. Gallery? What would be in there? So, of course, she clicks, now feeling a little intrigued. As the pictures fill the screen in front of her, she tenses with shock. The pictures ... all of them are of her and her family, but they are all candid. She can tell most of them are taken at weird angles. Sometimes, blurry items block out half of the pictures. She keeps scrolling down, fear rising in her chest. The farther down she scrolls, the older the images get. She sees pictures of her great grandparents as toddlers eventually, all playing happily with their siblings under the watchful eyes of adults she's never seen before. She assumes they're her distant relatives. The gallery still doesn't end, no matter how far se scrolls down, but then her eye catches something that almost makes her heart stop.

At first, it's just one person in one picture, but then, as she looks harder, it becomes every single person on the pictures covering her screen. She's certain these details weren't there before. Some of them are unnervingly tall and thin, others have eyes that are a little too large or mouths that are a little too small. Her hands are shaking but she keeps scrolling. The deformities get worse as she goes further, devolving into body parts or features that are absent; eyes that are void of pupils; mouths with no teeth or tongues; fingers that are all equal in length, including the thumb; etc. She can't count them all.

When she reaches the bottom of the gallery, the people are unrecognizable. She isn't even sure they're human. Her heart racing and her throat tight, she closes the lid of her laptop without exiting the tab. She has a feeling she'll want to do some more research later, but now is not the time. Her assignment for school can wait.