The Creeptures

Hello everyone! So this is something I've been posting solely on Tumblr. I haven't gotten all that far, but I figured that there were some of you who did not have a Tumblr and were unable or did not know about it. So, from now on, I'll be posting it on both sites. 

I know it's not very fluffy or cutesy, as it's meant to be creepy, but there may be something later on. Anywho, this is not an original concept. The concept, brought about by two geniuses on Tumblr, the-ants-den and lucazzl. You can find a link to them and a few other things in the description of the story. What I can tell you, though, is that it is about a Corrupted Creature Hub in which each member, as well as Steven (SCMowns) and Kevin (GoldenBlackHawk). They each have their own attribute that makes them...well, a Creepture. I have added my own storyline to the the concept and you will discover that as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy it!

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The Prologue 

What is it that frightens humans of the forest so much? Is it the trees that loom above that scare you—the ominous darkness they provide that causes you to shiver? Or is it the noises you hear? The snap of a twig, the crunch of grass and rocks under your feet, the flap of wings, the rustle of a bush off to your left. Or, perhaps…is it the darkness? The inevitable, black space that lies ahead of you that promises nothing less than to swallow you whole and make it seem that you never existed? Yes, it’s probably that. The dark is a force that can make a human go crazy and, if you never find your way out, then it really does seem that you never existed. You’re some lost soul that can’t find their way through the foggy thick of blank abyss that stretches onwards and onwards until there simply is no “dark”—it’s just the world swallowed whole and you with it.


Though the forest holds it’s own demise, there is one captor that holds it’s own reign above the forest. They hold weapons of destruction. They hunger and they starve for the cries of the innocent.


They live for your misery.


What are those things I speak of, though? What are they—who are they? Oh, why I can’t go on, as it is soon enough you’ll find the answer to the mysteries of the forest. It is in the evening last that we find ourselves. Two children came into these very woods I speak of in the dead of night, shaking and trembling with fear of the unknown. It was violent, I must say, the way that they met their fate, but there was one thing not lost that night: upon talking with James afterwards, dessert was delicious.