this is my first story so its gonna be shit but I just wanted to give it a try there will probably be similarity's to other series but please don't sue me for it might put lemon but İ am not sure if I can get banned or not so we will look at that.

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(THIS STORY IS DUE FOR A COMPLETE REWRITE. A MORE FITTING PLOT, MC, & SETTING ARE IN THE WORKS.) The name "Nightstalker" is in reference to an O.C. of mine. You (the reader) borrow the mantle and fill that role for the sake of the story and setting. This story was written for fun, and in my free time. I do not claim ownership of any of the art presented in this story. All rights go to their respective owners.

Y/N is a young guy, only 17. He attends school in a small town on the edge of a large forest. As long as he's been there, people have told him to steer clear of it. People used to say that if you went too deep into the woods, you'd never come back. But Y/N's life was as shit as it got. He never met his parents, but his adopted family was great. But they faced a tragic accident and died at the hands of a robber. Y/N was wounded and missing his eye, but got rid of the robber... permanently. A well placed knife was all it took. After this event, everyone at school shunned him. Everyone treated him like a criminal and monster. When he can't take it anymore, he goes into the woods. He hopes to find peace there, but finds... something he never would have expected. How will he handle this new turn of events and strange abilities? Pictures and Creepypasta characters are not mine. May be some lemon, if requested enough.

This tale follows (Y/N) (L/N), an 18 year old high schooler. To call his life up until now 'subpar' would be an understatement to say the least. In his earlier years, his younger sister was kidnapped and murdered, his mother died from exhaustion and his father skipped town. Now he lives alone, only getting by via a government allowance until he leaves education. Unfortunately for him though, being alone meant that he was also an easy target for pretty much anyone to pick on. However, one fateful day led to a wonderfully bizarre chain of events that no one ever saw coming... Fun fact: I'm from Britain. Due to this tragedy, my spelling or wording may be..... British? Regardless, I'll do my best so that it's understandable to everyone. I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT I OWN NONE OF THE IMAGES NOR THE CHARACTERS (other than a certain plot-relevant fella). ALL ART AND CREEPYPASTA BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND YOU OWN YOURSELF.