Being a diffrent person. (BloodyPainter/HelenOtisXReader)
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 13m
  • Reads 215
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 4
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Mar 29, 2017
(y/n) lived and was raised as an assassin to find her targets then kill them. It changed when she took on three males. She enrolled in a school to watch them,  only to have it spiral out of control before her eyes when her leader is killed as is most of her organization.


I do no own the Creepypasta I this fic but I do own the plot and the super cliche scenes. Good luck reading
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*Not edited, I'm doing this on my phone. I do not own any of the Creepypasta, I own the following characters: Emily, Micah, Tyler, Cole, Dylan & The Parents. I simply made this out of boredom and for entertainment purposes. Please, enjoy.* Emily was a young girl who lived in a house in the middle of the woods. She would go outside and play with her imagery friend, Jack. She would explore the woods with him, he would tell her to kill the bugs, throw rocks at the birds. Influencing her to kill everything without caring or feeling guilt. Her parents hated it, as did her older brother. He always told a story about her friend, Jack. After she stopped going outside, she began to ignore her friend, Jack. But He still came. Her family moves to North Carolina to get away from what Emily was encountering. "Who's there?" She calls, hoping nothing replies back. "You're back, Emily. I've missed you." A voice rose from the darkness, with footsteps inching closer.