Stars & Scars ( A Homocidal Liu X OC story)

A story and bad news.

Urban legends are supposed to stay urban legends.
The rabbit hole into the void of every twisted thing you took interest in when you were 12 was never meant to be disturbed. Yet here I am, writing this to you. This is not a cry for help, this is simply my story. It doesn't have a happy ending, nor does it have a moment of peace.
This story is everything that happened to me. It's up to you if you believe it, though my only reason for documentation is so that when I do finally die, my story will be entombed in the vastness of the internet.
Left for interpretation and belief.
Left to be construed as a lie or a fable made up by an edgy teenager.

They are all real.

All of them are real.

And my god, they are terrifying.

My name is Angelis Graves, I'm 17 and I'm from Colorado Springs, recently relocated to a small town called Hamilton, Mt.
I've seen it all. Tacoma trap houses, an abusive father lurking in the corner of my room, every fucked up image of trauma you can imagine and so much more. My life wasn't all bad, my mother and stepfather loved me very much. I had a few friends that came and went, each one leaving me with another life lesson.
That was until I met Niko, a girl around my age who was fascinated by the dark edges of the internet.
This, my friends, is where the story begins.

Dancer In The Dark - Chase Atlantic
(A song I like a little too much.)

I watched my reflection in the mirror, eyes unwavering. As every girl does at least once in their life, I decided to make myself unrecognizable. My once messy albino hair was cut and dyed brown. My peircings had been changed and I no longer wore velvet blazers and striped pants.
Instead, I had thrown on an old grey long sleeve, with a striped zip up and my dirty work jeans.
I was ready to forget the girl that everyone knew me as, to become someone else entirely. Now, why was I doing this?
A bad trip.
A really, really bad trip.
I had recently bought a shot from the dispensary, 100 milligrams of THC in a small bottle of huckleberry flavored liquid.
I had never been so high in my life. It wasn't a good high, though. I panicked and had an actual psychotic break, which involved me screaming and clawing at my face and clothes, trying to escape the person I had become. I still remember the awful revelation I had that day.
"You only have one life. Imagine that."
One life indeed. I can't say that I've lived my life well. I've made many mistakes, let the anger fester and consume me.
My reflection stared back, a slight twitch in her upper lip threatening to melt into a scowl. I hated the girl staring back at me.
It was safe to say that I would stay away from weed after that point, never again wanting to try and relax after a long night of no sleep.
It was also safe to say that tonight would be my last night in this house.
I turned away from the reflection and grabbed my bag, which had clothes and other necessities for my travels.
Where was I going, you may ask?
A house.
A mansion, actually.
I wasn't even sure if the mansion existed, a fable of the internet.
They said that it only appeared under the harvest moon, visible only to those who had a worthy soul. What made you worthy wasn't courage or purity. No, it was something far more accessible than that.
The mansion only revealed itself to those who had given up a chance at peace to those who had willingly let their souls become a sickening and vile -

"What are you d-doing?"
A raspy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. With a sigh, I turned towards the boy who was leaning against the wall as I leaned back in my chair.
"Writing. Wanted to document this abhorrent life story before a bullet actually does kill me." I said, glancing over at the boy in my doorway.
Toby snickered and rolled his eyes.
"Didn't take you a-as a writer. Careful, document-t-tation of this shit might actually get you killed if anyone finds out."
I nodded absentmindedly, clicking off the computer and turning off the monitor.
"Relax, it's for my eyes and mine only. It's not like I'm putting it on Reddit or anything."
Toby didn't say anything in reply. He simply sat on the edge of your bed, neck cracking in quick intervals. His tics were acting up badly today, and my room was quiet. In his mind, there wasn't exactly a better place to be.
"What s-song is this?"
Toby asked quietly after a moment, brown eyes focused on the speaker on your shelf.
"Hm? Oh, Chase Atlantic. It's Dancer In The Dark, personal favorite."
"I thought you listened to rock e-exclusively."
"Usually do. Guilty pleasure."
His fingers twitched as he tugged at his mouth guard, goggles hanging from his studded belt.
"Pretty."
He hummed after a moment, focusing on the blurred sounds of the saxophone. He seemed lost in thought, so I decided to grab a garment out of the pile of clothes that were sitting on the floor.
Being one of the only relatively docile females in the mansion had its perks, like being needed for repairs and housework. I didn't exactly mind the unspoken housewife thing, I accepted gratefully as it meant that I had fewer violent missions to go on. Personally, I'd take sewing clothes and cooking for seventeen people over slashing throats and living in the smell of death constantly.
Stupid, I know.
Toby's eyes lingered on me longer than would be considered just watching me as I began sewing a pair of Tim's cargo pants. His eyes went from my hands to my face, causing a wave of self-consciousness to creep up on me.
I usually kept my hair in front of my face, never liking my cheeks. I weighed around 140, with chubby cheeks and a slimmer build. Yet I never wore dresses or tight clothes, nor would I ever be caught dead in a tank top. I wasn't fat, I knew that. I just didn't have the same angled cheekbones of everyone living here, nor did I even have a healthy flush to my cheeks. I was pale, frumpy.... and motherly.
I didn't know why he had such a fascination with watching me. Maybe he was just bored.
After about six even minutes of Toby watching me sew these damn pants, the door swung open.
"You guys -" Jeff panted, out of breath from racing up the stairs.
He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, brushing his scraggly hair out of his face.
"All fucking hell has broken loose. No, no, it fucking froze over."
Jeff said with the enthusiasm of a pissed off teenager.
"T-the fuck?" Toby's eyes snapped to Jeff, cocking his eyebrow.
"Slenders making us have a party. A celebration of the fact that no one has fucking died in like two years."
I vaguely remembered the boy he was insinuating at. Cody. I didn't know him very well, but I knew he played with viruses a lot so something must have gone wrong. That was just after I had arrived, so I was oblivious to the incident before it was brought to my attention in passing by Nina.
"Isn't Thanksgiving next week?" I chimed in, glancing at the calender.
"Oh, right, yeah, that too." Jeff snapped his fingers, huffing. "The bastard really wants us to dress up and have some big feast, but like he really wants us to dress up and be all formal and shit. The girls are freaking out, and Nina won't leave me the fuck alone!"
Jeff hissed, rubbing his face in frustration.
"You can hide out in here if you want, don't think Slender will approve though. When is it, anyway?" I sighed, setting down the needle.
"You were right, Thanksgiving. And I will, he can kiss my white shiny ass." Jeff flopped down on the bed beside Toby with a sigh, face down in the pillows. I grimaced, that boy always smelled like fucking death.
And now that scent was all over my clean bed. Great, another load of laundry.
Toby scooted away from him, shooting him a glare.
"Y-you two have fun. I'm g-gonna go." Toby said quietly, a strange look crossing his face as he silently left the room without another word.
"The fuck is up with him?" Jeff asked, sitting up and raising an eyebrow.
"Beats me. He's been acting weird all week."
Jeff was silent for a moment, before a scoffing and stretching out further on the bed.
"Maybe the Slender sickness is getting to him. Don't care, but my problem." He sighed, closing his eyes. Well, the best he could since they were missing.
Jeff just had to stare at the ceiling and roll his eyes into the back of his skull. A fun little trick I assumed he had learned over the years.

The peace was nice until my phone dinged.

Liu: Mission tomorrow, 7:00. Don't be late.

I cringed the message. Great, that meant I had to get my hands bloody and with Liu no less.
With a sigh, I took a drag from my vape and forced Jeff out of my room so I could sleep.
Anxiety creeped in with a mixture of guilt and regret for even bothering to leave my house that night.
Why did I do it? It's not like I had any good reason to leave except self loathing. But I did anyway, and there was no going back.
I closed my eyes and waited for the nightmares to engulf me. Except this time, they didn't.
In the void of my subconscious vision, I was met with the emerald green eyes of a boy I knew all too well.

With those eyes, I knew the real turmoil was just beginning.