NOVEMBER 22ND (creepypasta x oc)

"November 22nd, the day I died. You're probably wondering how I'm writing this entry if I'm dead... Well, I'm somehow still here, bloody limbs and all. I probably shouldn't tell you, but y'know, who would believe you if you told them you read a journal about a girl who supposedly died from an overdose, was revived by a demon, and is now said demon's #1 who will be killed if she doesn't give the demon the blood that it needs to survive."

I am a female. Not an it. And you are not my "#1". I could easily find any other human to get me the blood. Humans are so malleable. Threatening is just a perk. To put it simply, you, Dakota, are merely more interesting than the other humans out there.

"Right, right. I forgot to mention the demon is also a huge pain in my ass. Anyways, who would believe you? That's right, no one."

-Follow Dakota on her journey through deep forests, troubled relationships, and suicidal endings, all including an annoyingly persistent demon. Feel free to comment your thoughts! Your feedback keeps me going!-

Notes:
This story is mature because of the gore. I don't post smut on any of my stories.
All art you see on here is done by yours truly, unless specified.

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