Creepypasta Fanstories

Pastel Killer

Look, my story's short. I'm an anthro, and I'm a little on the goth side. My life is full of downs, no ups, just death drops. I roam towns, mountains, cities. You name it. Let's get on with the story of my life.

~~~

Peyton was sitting on a bench, looking around at the mountains. She kept a straight look on her face, her paws tapping the wood she was sitting on. In her hand was a colored smoke bomb. She didn't know where she got it, she just planned to have fun with it.

A couple walked by, staring at the furry. They had scared looks on their face, either because of the broken cross sign on her shirt, or the fact she was a furry. Peyton watched them go by, only to stand up when they stopped staring at her.

She flicked her rist, letting the bomb go off at the couple's feet. "What the- Agh..!" the man breathed in the smoke, quickly becoming choked. He fell over, dead, still as a rock. Peyton's tail swished as she watched them die.

The News That Night

We are hearing reports of a killer, that appears like a cat but stands on it's hind paws and wears clothes. We interviewed a witness of the first victims.

I: So, you saw what happened?

W: Yes, and it was brutal.

I: What exactly happened?

W: Well, a couple walked by and stared at her, and she.. she.. oh my god it's too horrible to say..

They didn't give us enough. We only know they stared at her, and she killed them.

This has been News 12. Good night.

Peyton continued walking down the pathway, getting looks from other civilians. She didn't bother to attack them, so she walked off from them. She climbed up a hill, looking around. More looks.

People pulled out their phones, quickly calling 991. When she saw this, she threw more s