The following is written by one of my good friends (who doesn't have a wattpad unfortunately) Avylon S. All credit goes to her. Ok! Here we go:
Origin of Black-Jack Smith
(My original character for creepypasta)Jerome was an ordinary child. He played and messed around with other children, played pranks, did well in school, had a mostly normal life. He had a wonderful family. His beautiful mother, Emily, his loving father, Jarred, his kind sister, Rachel, his younger brother, Jay, and his oldest brother... Isaac.
The one thing wrong with his family though, was his big brother.
His big brother despised him. Saying that mother always loved him best. He beat him, abused him, locked him in the closet even took him into the woods to play hide and seek, and left when Jerome was in the middle of counting. When Jerome did manage to finally find his way home- usually with the help of a large man wearing a black suit- Isaac would act just as worried as everyone else. Saying how worried he was when Jerome wandered off in the middle of the game, and Isaac couldn't find him.
Years passed, with the same routine every day; wake up, have breakfast, go to school, get beat up by Isaac, come home all beat up, parents question, lie, homework, dinner, and go to bed. The same old routine every day. Until the fateful day came where he was to turn 17. And was to meet with a terrible fate.It was his birthday, the one day if the year that Isaac wouldn't beat him up. So, out of genuine happiness, he started to tease Isaac, happy that on this day, Isaac couldn't beat him up for anything that he did. That was Isaac's present every year to him. This was his free day.
Little did Jerome know that this day, was the day that that peace treaty, ended.Later that night, Isaac tied up and gagged Jerome. Knocked him out, and swung him over his shoulder. Isaac was done with having a little brother, he wanted Jerome gone. There had been reported on the news thousands of people who went missing in the woods next to their house. Best pace to lose someone Isaac thought to himself, as he carried his younger brother into the woods.
As Isaac walked along, he swore he was people slipping through the trees, following him, watching him, stalking him.
So, he set Jerome down in the middle of the clearing, hoping the wolves would find him before mom or dad would find him. He dropped his little brother in the middle of the clearing, and left.
Little did he know that in reality, there were no wolves in this forest, just a lot of very very dangerous beings.When Jerome woke up. He was gagged and in a place he didn't recognize. His vision was blurry, and it appeared as if he was surrounded with multicolored small trees. One of them - an orangish one - moved. Seemed like it was walking. It moved close to him, and bent down so it was eye level with him. His vision cleared relativity, so he could see the creatures face. It was human, or appeared to be. Its face was starky white. And it had big, black eyes. Large, black lips with no dimension. It had short brown hair and appeared to be female. It took off his gag, allowing him to speak, so he said, in a shaky voice "Ms, can you please tell me where I am?" He was going to say more, but suddenly he had a gun at his throat, and the creature said, in a voice that was most definitely male, " I'm not a girl you little brat." Jerome was officially terrified. Not in a good situation. So he yelled for help. The circle of "trees" started laughing at him. One of them, who had a dark blue face with no nose and black eyes, said "no one can hear you, and no one here will help you little boy". Another creature, wearing a bright yellow hoodie, and a pitch-black face came over to the man who was holding a gun to Jerome's throat. Laid a hand on his shoulder and said in a raspy voice " Don't be to hard on him Masky, he's a kid. Doesn't know nuthin'" Masky shook his head in disgust, and stood up, taking the gun with him as he went. The... The man in the yellow hoodie walked away with the other man named Masky, and joined the ranks of the other humanoid beings.
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