Cracter Description:
Name: Jennifer (your last name)
Age: Almost 17
Looks: Very short pure white hair, and blue eyes. When angered, glow red. Always wearing a black ninja mask, and a hoodie, skinny jeans, and converse.
Height: 5 6
Creepypasta name: Used to be Beast, changed to Chaos.
Personality: Playful, immature, can be serious, protective, easily angered, lonely but won't admit it, sad for the loss of her old Creepypasta friends, can easily hide her emotions.
Relationship status: Single.
Powers: Shapeshifter, control over the elements, super speed, superstrength, summon of weapons, has a 'protector' by the name of Navaeh (Nah-vay), teleportation, very sneaky, can move without being heard, and has wings when wants to. Compulsion.
Weapons: daggers, Greatsword and Battle axe, used weapon depending on the mood.
*
It's been 9 months, since I left. Me, Jeff and Ben have tried keeping contact for a few months, but we just sorta stopped. They told me that Sally and Nico miss me, and they've become great friends. They told me, the house isn't the same without me, it's a lot quieter and they fight way more.
They told me about how Slender is. Apparently he has mood swings, and even swung at Sally before. Luckily Jeff shoved him, and he came to his senses. Ben says that he's always hanging out at the stream I used to sit at. He just sits there, on a stump. Not moving. He hasn't talked in 8 months. Apparently a vine wrapped itself around his foot.
I pushed him away, and he's sad? He shouldn't be. He should be celebrating that I'm gone.
What the hell.
*
I am now in California. I didn't much like it here. On my way here, a few Creepypasta's attempted to kill me, or befriend me. I ignored them.
Currently, it's 11:00 p.m. I'm walking down a random street, not thinking about anything. I felt like I was being followed, but ignored it knowing that I'm stronger than whatever it was.
I purposely walked into a dark alley, and bent down acting like I had to tie my converse. I heard unsteady footsteps behind me, but I ignored them.
I was forcefully pushed against a brick wall, and pinned there. The odor of alcohol hit me like a wave, and I almost gagged. I detest alcohol.
The man that pinned me, was rather ugly. He had brown greying hair, and it was all messed up. He was wearing a faded blue shirt, black pants and flip flops.
Terrible taste in style.
He had brown small eyes, and they looked dazed.
I raise a black eyebrow, and talk beneath my mask. "Can I help you, sir?" I ask, confidently.
He chuckles deeply, and speaks with a slurred voice. "Yes, you can. You see, my wife left me, and I'm in the need for some...fun." he chuckles again. I make a disgusted face, knowing what he meant by fun.
I decided I had had enough.
I yanked my hands from their hold from above my head, and stomp on his foot, hard. He helps, and staggers back, holding his foot, jumping up and down. He looks at me, and glares.
"You bitch!" He yells. I grin. "You creep!" I yell, laughing. He takes out a little pocket knife and charges at me.
Ooh. A fighter.
I don't take out my weapons, for I don't need them. He swings at me, but I dodge, take his arm, and pin it behind his back, and shove him against the brick wall, I was precariously pinned to. I growled at him, and he whimpered.
"Don't you know that rape is not nice?" I growl, lowly. He whimpers, and stutters out weak words. "I-im sorry, I d-didn't mean to offend you, or..or anything, i-i'm just d-drunk, I'm sorry. P-please let me like..live.."
I scoff, and ask why.
"I'll be a b-better person...an...and who...who are you..?"
I grin, I love introducing myself.
"I'm Beast, or now known as Chaos." I say, flashing into my old form. His eyes widen.
"Your..your a Creepypasta!!!" He yells, shakily pointing a finger at me. I grin, and now dramatically.
"At your service." I say. I flash in front of him, look him in the eyes as my pupils dilate.
"You won't tell anyone who or what I am. You'll let me stay at your house, and won't ask questions. You know me as your niece, staying with you because my father died." I say, not breaking eye contact.
His face.goes emotionless. "I won't tell anyone who or what you are. I'll let you stay with me, and won't ask questions. Your my niece, staying with me because your father died." He says.
I smirk. "Good boy. Now where's your house?" I ask. He stays emotionless, and walks to his rather large house.
