This is a close up and colored pic of my OC, Zoey. (She's my Undertale OC, I use her for other things sometimes too, but mostly in Undertale, just in case you're wondering, which you are probably not :P)
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Yaaay. If ya can't read what it says,
Undertale (and other) OC
Zoey (human)
Prefered Weapon:
Silver Brass Knuckles w/ Spikes
Wanna know her bio? No? Ok... nah, Imma tell ya anyways.
Name: "The name's Zoey Grey."
Nickname: "I dunno, some people call me Zo..."
Gender: "Are you blind? I obviously have boobs." Female
Age: "Pfft, old enough to drink, that's for sure." 21
Mental age: "What do you mean, 'I'm not mature?!'" 18
Height: "Yeah, I'm short, get over it." 5' 5"
Likes: "Meh, too lazy to explain, Autor-Chan you take over." Puns/jokes/pranks (duh), sarcasm, food, sleep, cooking, music, sketching, playing the piano, sometimes singing
Dislikes: "Ugh, Mettaton." When her friends are worried about her, people who think too much of themselves, talking about problems, when her friends are sad/mad, the color yellow (don't ask)
Back Story (In full detail cuz I'm good at putting stuff in detail... and I like making things creepy and/or sad... heh):
Normal P.O.V.
Zoey Grey was a normal 8 year old girl. She absolutly loves her family and would do anything for them. Her mom, always telling jokes and puns, her dad, the perfect smarta$$, and her older brother Kaleb, who was there for his little sis no matter what.
You could say, they were the perfect family. Until one day, Zoey and Kaleb were walking home from school, like they did every day. Both of them giggling from the jokes they entertained each other with.
Kaleb P.O.V.
"Ok, ok, what do you call a computer that sings?" I asked my sister, trying my hardest not to giggle. She looked at me, her blue eyes kinda glowing, probably from laughing so hard. She scrunched up her nose, thinking of the answer to my joke.
"Ugh, I dunno, what?" She finally spoke, her face softening. "A Dell." I smirked. "Pfft..." she then laughed that adorable 8 year old laugh of hers. It caused me to let out a laugh as well.
Normal P.O.V.
Their laughter filled the neighboorhood around them, making the mood seemingly happier.
But lurking deep in the forest sorrounding the neighboorhood, was a black smoke-like figure who had a thurst for happiness. It longed for the feeling, consuming every little bit it found. But it couldn't do it alone, for it was just a blob of smoke.
It needed a host.
The laughter of the two children began filling the forest as well. The figure jerked it's head up from it's slumber, listening to the laughter.
It began to drool, it's thurst of happiness growing stronger and stronger, and it's lips curled into a crooked smile.
So the figure began it's search for the source of the laughter. It's crooked smile grew as the laughter drew closer. But then, all the laughing stopped.
The figure groaned in defeat, it's expression becoming an outraged one. It began turning to go back to it's slumber, until a dark blue... something... caught it's eye.
The figure turned back around, and smiled at what it saw...
(Want me to continue this? I see no need if you don't care. I don't care if you don't, so.... I'll only continue her back story if you want me to... heheh...)
