You were known as a simple servant to the creepypastas, you had little worth other than cleaning and cooking. But what they didn't know was that you could do sooooo much more than that.
You had virtually unlimited power, you could change the molecular structure of any, and every, thing. You could do a pebble, or the entire world all at once. That is why you stayed with the murderers. Their auras, their imprints, threw off yours as a counterbalance.
You had an unusual appearance. You had white skin. WHITE not just very pale, actual white skin. You were very tall, at least 6 foot. You had black, and glossy hair that travelled to the small of your back. But then there are your eyes. Your eyes had no pupils, and instead of an iris, there was the Yin Yang symbol.
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You had been protecting the creepypastas from real enemies. Zalgo is a child compared to some of the creatures you had battled. You waged war a against gods. GODS. But you always made it back to make breakfast, lunch, dinner, bake Sally's mini cupcakes and cookies for her tea parties, and then supply the tea.
It was a very busy and dangerous life, but you loved every minute of the three thousand years you lived it. Yes, three thousand. You weren't a mortal,creepypasta,god, or anything like that. You were an essence. A spirit. A thing, in a way. You were Change. There was others like heat, growth, life, and death. They were just like you. You represented something. You were that something. Just in a humanoid form.
As you can probably tell, that is why staying with the creepypastas was so essential. If the wrong person heard of what one of you could do, chaos would overcome the entire universe, and far beyond.
