Short Story/Random Book

Boopkin's Backstory

A/N: Boopkin was my Halloween OC that I made for this year's October- I just recently came up with his backstory and wanted to write it down, so enjoy! Man if I had an OC labeled for creepypasta this one would be it along with a few others-

Lucas the Littlest.

Ahhh, yes! The Ghoulinarras! The famous family of magicians accused of murder!~ Such a fine and interesting story, but I think you'd want to hear from the very beginning! Shall we start?~

Lucas Ghoulinarra was the youngest of the Ghoulinarras. The most gifted in magic and perception as well. A little blond boy with electric blue eyes, he could've been recognized as a Royal if it weren't for his rough side from growing up in a poor family.

His father, the famous Alan Ghoulinarra was known all across the land for his ability to perform on stage in front of the biggest crowds. He had, however, literally fallen on stage for a beautiful actress who had also grown up in a poor household.

They came together and had a daughter. Elizabeth "Eli" Ghoulinarra. Then they had a son. Derek Ghoulinarra. And finally, Lucas Ghoulinarra.

The only downside of the family is that they didn't necessarily have any magic whatsoever. Alan didn't inherit the gift from his mom and dad, he only made it look like magic. Lucas was the only child to inherit it.

Unlike what you're thinking, no. Lucas wasn't the beloved child. In fact, quite the opposite. He was hated for the gene that he had gotten by chance, his brother would steal his things and his sister would pull his hair.

Despite all of this, he didn't give up hope. He would perform and perform, blowing whatever crowd he had away.

The final show of the season approached quicker than The Ghoulinarras expected. They had planned for this very moment a deadly surprise, but hadn't realized it would come this fast.

Four were backstage this very moment, Alan performing right then. "And now, ladies and gentlemen! For the grand finale, I will make a pre-chosen guest disappear!"

Eli turned to Lucas. "This is your time to shine, little bro! I believe in ya!" Derek patted Lucas on the back. "Ya got this, sport." His mother kneeled down to his height. "No matter what happens, I'll always love you, my son..."

All lies.

Just buttering him up. He had never received such compliments before, only from his crowd and those were empty! He didn't know these were, too. He beamed his biggest, best smile he had.

"And here he comes, folks! My very own son, Lucas Ghoulinarra!" He ran up to his father. The proud ol' jerk. "You can do it, my son." Another lie. *scoff*.

There was a tall box on stage. To most, it looked like one of those escape boxes all magicians use, a classic disappearing act.

It wasn't one of those.

Quite a different disappearing act, really. It was just a disguised old English torture device known as an Iron Maiden.

The box was turned so that the opening was facing backstage, while the left side of the box was facing the crowd.

When his father opened the door to the box and spikes were revealed on the inside of the door, Lucas thought nothing of it. Here he was, about to take part in his famous father's grand finale! He was the special guest! So in he went...
And he never came out.

Truly a sad story. When blood leaked from the bottom of the door, the crowd starting screaming in shock and horror. The family was accused of purposefully doing it, but they somehow convinced the court it was a mistake and got away free of charge.

Lucas Ghoulinarra was a little 8 year old known for his fabulous tricks and gift of perception. When he woke up in a place unfamiliar to him, a torn down stage underneath the star lit sky, he realized he didn't even know himself.

Who was he? What happened to him? Why was he dead? He did still have a knack for magic tricks, and he still wanted to perform, so he gave himself a new name, a stage name. He didn't remember his old one, anyway.

"Boopkin the Spectral-tacular Magician, at your service! How may I entertain you?"