Johnson Homegood came through the door, once again more drunk than most would think is possible. Slamming the front door, he was pissed. His job is getting more stressful day after day, as it did every year during that season. And every time he blamed it on his "lazy-ass" daughter, his reasoning? Her birth day is the start of that season. He stomped up the stairs, beating the door like it owed him money. Each time his daughter opened it, he felt a little guilt, for she and her mother almost looked exactly alike, the only real differences now is Talia's scar, her age, her mentality, and the fact that she is alive. She usually answers the door immediately, but this time she's taking her time. "TALIA YOU LITTLE SLUT OPEN THE DOOR" The door opens immediately after he said that, now he's fuming. He sees his DAUGHTER disheveled, hair a mess, clothes awry, out of breath. Who the fuck dose she have in there, and who the fuck thinks hey can touch his daughter at the age of twelve. He admits he's not a father anybody should have, he beats his own kid for fucks sake, but he is not dealing with another kid that ain't his. He walks in, obviously too drunk to think. "Talia, I'm only goin' to ask thi once. Who. The. Hell. Is. In. -hic-shit-Here." "There's no one in here father, why do you ask?" A shift in the closet, her father hearing with his drunken powers, "TALIA, WHOW THA FUCK IS IN YOUR CLOSIT?" "Father it's nobody, I just stuffed things in there just now, something just fell probably."
John, not believing his daughter, slams the closet open, seeing that his daughter was right for the first time in her miserable life span. He takes a few steps back, looks at Talia starting to get red in the face, thinking he's too hungry and tired for her crying ass right now. "Well I'm going to bed, stay quiet and I won't beat you as hard tomorrow, maybe." He proceeded to walk downstairs, nearly tripping himself multiple times. Talia sighed while closing the door, her hand shaking while doing so. She checked her closet again,"Hey, where'd you go?" Talia looked around the closet, finding the page that she originally drew the creature on, but the difference is that the creature was back on the page wearing a purple crop top and multicolored ankle warmers. She giggled, forcing the tears back. She touched the drawing again, bringing back the interface. She goes through the whole process again, the creature appearing again. Except this time, like she saw in the drawing the second time, it was wearing the crop top and the ankle warmers. "T-t-those look g-g-good!" She smiled. Failing to hold back her tears, she started to cry full force and fell to her knees. The creature walked towards her slowly, obviously unsure what to do, it hugged her. The creature tried to make a soothing noise, which just ended up like white noise. It looked at the door, then glared at it, thinking it will find a way to eliminate what ever that was that made her like this. It heard Talia sniff, it looked down at her. " Hey, what's your name anyways? If your gonna live here I'm gonna need to call you somethin." The creature scrunched its face at the question it received from the girl, and then rook the sketch book and a pencil and wrote "Mono".
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Nights of Creation
Terror(DISCONTINUED)(DISCONTINUED)(DISCONTINUED)(DISCONTINUED)(DISCONTINUED)(DISCONTINUED) A loosely Creepypasta based story. A creative, and slightly demented and morbid, preteen girl with depression discovers a talent she doesn't know whether to fear or...
