🩸💉 Dr. Terror 💉 🩸

(Warning:This story is 18+ and contains The use of alcohol, smoking, profanity, slight gore and abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.)

Hey, guys. To cool down from all the chaos before I leave a special message regarding everything going on. I wanted to do something special. As some of you may know, I was going to make a creepypasta AU with The Vengeful Reaper as the main protagonist, I thought about this one scene I had back in 2019...ish? When I was wanting to do an AU where The Vengeful Reaper is living at the slender mansion before I scrapped that idea. This was also when I began reworking on brainstorming for his story like the one you guys can read now via the pinned blog.

(WARNING:This little scene does contain a bit of profanity and is rather A depressing scene. Read on if you dare.)

Jeff was at his limit with Reaper's hateful and bitter attitude towards him and everyone, he tried to hold back the growling frustration he was feeling. But those words that Reaper said, was enough for him to explode in fury.

The other residents knew this was bad, although normally, they wouldn't anything most of the time when Jeff does let his temper get to him, but something about this felt...different.

Jeff clenched his teeth hard, that insult was getting to him. The fact that someone like the Vengeful Reaper, a rookie killer, who has only been in the mansion for a year, had the gall to look at him and say those words to him:

"A vile, heartless piece of crap that would be better off forgotten."

The nerve, the audacity Reaper had to say that to him, Jeff the killer, it struck something in him. Normally, Jeff would not care too much about insults, not fully. But this, this was something that really stuck.

Jeff wanted to punch him, to just make him learn a thing or two about showing respect for all the times Reaper acted like a jerk towards everyone, but instead, he decided to use his words.

Jeff:"You know what, asshole? You got a big mouth on you, and I'm fed up with it. No, I'm COMPLETELY at my limit with it! Ever since you came here, you've been nothing but an a jerk to us, even when we aren't bothering you. You push everyone here away, refuse to even talk to anyone, every word that comes out of your mouth is an insult or some edgy crap about you being "death" and "I hate everyone, you all are monsters".

"Well Newsflash: You're no different. YOU are a killer too, YOU are a monster just as much as ANYONE here in this place. So get off your high horse for once in your edgy, grim reaper wannabe existence and shut your mouth! What's your problem anyway, huh? You cook for us sometimes, but then you treat everyone here like WE had done something to you, everyday! So what the hell is your issue, huh?!"

This was rather new, some of the others have never seen Jeff act like this, but he did have a point. Even Jane had to agree, as much as she didn't want to. The Vengeful Reaper always treated everyone as if they were a pest to him, as if their very existence bothered him. But, he would at least show a bit of obedience towards Slenderman, despite his reluctance.

Reaper stopped for a moment, that one question was enough to get his attention. He had never once been asked that during his time here, and now that he heard it, he felt something

Anger.

Not because it was true, he didn't care about that. It was because nobody bothered to ask him why he treated everyone the way he did. And THAT is what made him angry.

Vengeful Reaper:"My issue.....now you guys suddenly give a crap about what MY issue is?"

He said, his usual calm and monotone voice was slowly changing into anger that he had kept bottled up for so long.

Vengeful Reaper:"My issue.....is YOU! ALL OF YOU!!" he shouted, this actually made Jeff flinch a bit, even made some of the others who were listening and watching, a bit surprised by this sudden display of emotion.

Reaper turned to face Jeff, although his mask hid the rage on his face, there was nothing but complete anger that he was feeling right now, anger that boiled in his body.

Vengeful Reaper:"For a year, a YEAR, I have been trapped here in this hell hole you call a mansion with a bunch of psychopaths! And what's worse, I'm forced to serve a faceless monster or whatever the hell Slenderman is with little to NO freedom. And I'm sick of it. Sick of going against everything I stand for because I'm trapped here. When all I want is to leave! I was much better off hiding in graveyards or abandoned homes at night because at least I was able to have ANY peace in this never ending hell I am forced to spend the rest of my UNDEAD existence in, if you can even call it that, that I NEVER asked for!

And now, I have to deal with a bunch of MURDERERS who don't even care about a single life they take. Oh sure, I don't care if you kill some scumbag, I care about the innocent people that I've tried to PROTECT from monsters like YOU!"

Reaper was particularly seething at this rate, his voice was no longer the calm and almost empty tone he had crafted for a long while to hide the fact he was human beneath it all. Now, it was pure rage and hatred, a hatred for the people he wanted to kill and torture as a form of revenge in some twisted sense of justice that he believes is right.

Vengeful Reaper:"Want to know what my other issue is? Everyday, I feel like I DON'T exist, like I'm some...thing! A hollowed out shell of someone who already died YEARS ago, forced to roam this miserable, giant dirt ball of hell we call earth, when all I want is to rest in peace forever! I can't feel my own heartbeat, can't breathe, can't even eat or drink, hell I force myself to sleep just so I can have some form of peace when everyday feels like hell!

You don't know how much it hurts, feeling trapped in your own body, not even feeling like you are here. Like you don't exist in a world that does exist, and all I'm doing is pretending to be something just so I CAN feel like I'm here. Like I'm not empty. Don't you get it....does ANY of YOU understand?! I hate all of you...not just because of what you do....but because you all get to act like you already know who and what you are, while I feel like I'm just a shadow. Like I'm nothing but a shadow to everyone, thats why i prefer to be alone. Because then im not hurting, while i watch everyone else who can die and go to the afterlife, im still here. When i just want to go home...."

I am very surprised by the amount of ask I'm getting : 0 but I'm very happy about it!

So I won't say the Vengeful Reaper will or not show his face, because keep in mind, Sebastian abandoned his identity and took on his "Reaper of vengeance" persona as a way to make everyone believe he ISN'T human underneath as to him, that would make him look vulnerable. And with him consumed by revenge, that would also take away his whole cold and isolated nature he built around himself to hide from society.

Now, to The Vengeful Reaper, he IS death and revenge even though he's just an undead teenager wearing a grim reaper costume, but that's also what I've wanted to go for since 2017 is that he wants YOU to THINK he isn't a threat, but in reality, he can easily kill you and snatch your soul and then torture it anytime he felt like it.

As for having friends or someone who likes death, VR will not want ANYTHING to do with them depending on how long he spends isolating himself because to him, death isn't your friend, it is an enemy. It's inevitable and it's cruel. Just as revenge, it is bitter, cold and merciless. But while Reaper could be "friends" with someone, it will take a hell of a lot for him to even want friendship. Let alone like anyone.

Heres an example dialog of what if someone in the mansion asked Reaper why he doesn't take his mask off to give you a bit of an idea.

Jeff:"Okay, dude. Ever since you've been here, not ONCE have you ever took that stupid mask of yours off. What's the reason? You ugly? Got something to hide? Or you just some edgy teenager?

Vengeful Reaper:"What I look like is nobody's business, this IS my face. And that's the ONLY face people will see when death comes for them. And speaking of being ugly, I think you'd benefit wearing a mask instead of me."

Jeff:"Hey! This face is beautiful!

Eeeee! Thank you for the ask!

So when I came up with the Vengeful Reaper (Sebastian Sullivan), I never fully had an idea of what his relationship and his life would be like with the other Creepypastas, however; I did have an old idea of writing a story featuring VR (Vengeful Reaper) as the main protagonist.

This was like 2020 before I went out of the Fandom for a bit so this is more of scrapped idea now. However, if someone wishes to have Reaper as a part of their Creepypasta Au, they are more then welcome too. I'd be honored!

So the old idea I had would take place about two-three years after The Vengeful Reaper's backstory, and although I didn't fully have an idea on how he would get to the mansion, my old idea is that Reaper would absolutely HATE being at the mansion, due to him preferring to not only being alone, but because he would not want ANYTHING to do with Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, Ben etc etc. Mainly because he doesn't like other killers, and keep in mind, Reaper is more of a vigilante who, while is using revenge as justification for killing "wicked people", he would want nothing to do with the others as he sees them is complete monsters. (although that could change depending on what version of the Creepypasta gang you want).

I had pictured The Vengeful Reaper to have to learn combat skills (since fighting with a scythe isn't easy), and while he would be forced to obey Slenderman and the other proxies who are close to Slenderman at the mansion, he would still try his best to stay as a loner by hiding in his room, trying not to talk to anyone or even attempt to go on missions alone. (Again, Reaper would see the other Creepypastas as his enemies (he will at least by a bit nice to Sally since the part of him that is Sebastian Sullivan on the inside is still there so he won't be hateful towards her, just prefers to keep his distance).

However, when it comes to let's say Jeff, he would automatically be bitter or cold towards them, and even want to kill them even though he knows he can't because of him being forced to obey Slenderman. But, there was one idea I had back then in 2020 where Reaper would offer to cook for the whole mansion (not because he wants to be nice, but because of his mother, Alison, who use to cook back then and he learned from her in his origin story.) And because he still knows how to cook certain things, he would make sure he perfects it and keep everyone out of the kitchen as he prefers to cook by himself. (Again, old idea I had back in 2020).

Now, here's where I wanted to give Reaper some character development:In the old idea I had about his life at the mansion, Reaper would eventually start learning about the others during his time he is forced to spend with them, because despite how cold and introverted he would be, at some point, he'd learn that not ALL of them are evil mindless killers like he saw them all as. Eventually, he'll see the more "human" side to some of them, but he'd still refuse to treat them better for awhile as he isn't wanting to be social or even friendly to them. But, besides becoming the cook of the mansion, he'd offer to at least clean up the place a bit (although that's up to anyone if they want him to be like that in thier version, it's just a silly idea I had) as if reminds of him of his old self before he separated himself from his old self, Sebastian Sullivan. Because to the Vengeful Reaper, Sebastian Sullivan is dead.

Now, I did scrap that old idea because I never fully had a good idea on everything with Reaper's life at the mansion, but I always did want him to have some for of character growth throughout the story because Reaper's origin story is about loss, anger, revenge and that death IS inevitable, but it is also cruel. I might rework that idea when I'm not so busy and I finally have more time to practice digital art on sketchbook.

Hope that gives some insight and thank you so much for the ask!!

(WARNING:Slight Gore.) (This is my first actual headcanon, so please bare in mind, I am new to writing these.)

:Sometimes during a dangerous mission, it doesn't always go as planned, and sometimes, it ends up with one of the proxies getting injured or nearly killed. Well, unfortunately, the Vengeful Reaper would end up learning that very soon.

:Slenderman(The Operator ) had sent Reaper on mission, one that would test Reaper's skills. That mission was to kill one of Zalgo's demonic minions that has been roaming around in the forest causing destruction. It was not only difficult, but also, dangerous. And for Reaper, he needed to be prepared.

:While he was out, he encounters the beast that has been destroying everything in it's path. Trees have been destroyed, clawed and torn apart. And while Reaper may claim to be "death" and "revenge", he isn't as invincible as he thinks he is.

:It was a difficult battle, with Reaper dodging and weaving as many attacks as possible before he can even land a hit on the vile beast. During the fight, the creature managed to slice through the fabric of both Reaper's robe and his shirt underneath, leaving long, deep claw marks into his skin. The pain was unbearable, but he had to pull through. He was fighting alone because he wanted to, and Slenderman knew that's what Reaper would want for how much he loaths the others.

:Finally, after an almost impossible fight, Reaper managed to kill the demonic creature, but at the cost, he was in rough shape. His grim reaper robe was torn up, his skin had red claw marks all over him, and worst of all...he was weakened to the point he might collapse. With little strength he had, he almost made it back. Unfortunately, he was too hurt to move anymore to the point he passed out for how weak he was.

:The next thing he knows, he wakes up in a small infirmary room that reeked of dried blood, rotten flesh and chemicals. He looks around to see jars full of dark, brownish liquid on a counter. But that wasn't the only thing inside. The jars had human body parts inside them:A hand, a Kidney, a heart, eyeballs and even other organs were in each jar. The gruesome display was enough to make his stomach churn, that is if he could vomit at the sight of it. Suddenly, a door opens.

:There, standing in the door way, was a nurse. But like a nurse you would see in a hospital, oh no, this nurse was different. She was wearing a black nurse's cap with a red cross on it. A long, black nurse's uniform that looked rather old and worn out. A black face mask with a red cross on it as well that covered the woman's mouth. Black rubber gloves. Black high-heels and a small clipboard in her hand. The nurse had long, red hair that reached past her shoulders, although it looked brown a bit under the dim light. Her skin had two different colors on both her arms and her legs, even the part of her face that was exposed. A mixture of a rotted-green and a dark-gray in different areas, worst off, she had stitches all over her, making her look like a Frankenstein monster. And her eyes, one of them was covered by her hair, but the other, the eyeball was as black as tar, and her iris was as red as blood. Enough to make anyone shiver just looking at it.

:The nurse approached him as he remained on an operating table. She tilting her head slightly, almost curious about him. Her voice came out low, almost raspy as she spoke to him.

???:"So....you're the Vengeful Reaper.....I've heard a bit about you from the master."

Reaper said nothing, this nurse was making all the alarms in his head go off. He was not expecting to meet someone like her. The nurse gazed at him for a minute unable to tell what his expression was due tothe skull mask on hjs face. She then looked at where he had been cut by the creature's claws, noticing his torn robe and large claw marks on his torso, arms and legs.