THIS IS FROM A CREEPYPASTA COMMUNITY POST- “I’m so bored, give me your oc- personality, design, lore. I’ll tell you how I see they’ll fit in my creepypasta AU.”
oc by @they-call-me-whatever ! the backstory was so interesting to read.. IM SO SORRY THIS CAME SO LATE LIFES BUSY. she’s so interesting.. do I have the perms to post more of her if I wanna??
IRIE HEXLEY
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“Ohhh, it’s you. Hey, the fuck did you do to [NOT-AVAILABLE]? Eh. They were annoying, anyway. Always on my ass for what.. Did you say something offensive? Haha, you don’t gotta answer. I just-“ Okay, well it seems like [REDACTED] will just be rambling. Both of them are now, officially, useless. You let them keep talking, whilst you walked away and towards Irie.
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DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND CRY. I AM NOT THERE. I DID NOT DIE.
“IRIE HEXLEY: What Happened To Them? Story time.”
“i hope they’re ok. they just disappeared off the face of the earth??”
“jm telling u guys its Area 51 Trust they got too close to the like. EXPERIMENT horrors or wtv” —that comment got a bunch of hate under it..
“bro who is irie hexley hello”
“They seemed so passionate in what they did, but it’s probably just them quitting without notice.”
They scrolled through comments, theories, condolences- all centered around them. Irie bit their lip, eye twitching. This shouldn’t bother them as much as it should. But in Irie’s defense, they’re talking about them as if they’re dead. Their thumbs moved on their own, gripping the phone. “I’m fine. I’ll try to post something again.”
Of course, as soon as they hit “send” the comment got deleted instantly. A tease. A taunt— Ben was probably smirking behind the screen when he deleted it. (Either way, the comment would come off as a rude impersonator. Irie hasn’t posted in two years, after all.)
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MY TAKE ON IRIE HEXLEY
Hexley does not enjoy being at the Slendermansion. Even so, they are forced to stay inside the realm: if they were to stay outside in another universe by themself for far too long- they’ll get ideas. Beliefs. Hope. That’s against the mindset the Operator needs for them.
Irie doesn’t really talk to anyone anymore. Especially those who recognize them as a small influencer. If you annoy them, they’ll give you the silent treatment. If you scare they’ll, they’ll give you the silent treatment. They’re quiet. They’re scared. They’re processing. Just.. give them a few minutes, their mind's in a different place. Give them space. If you wanna be friends with them, you have to willing engage with them- meaning Irie doesn’t do well with shy people like themself.
They do well with characters such as: Tobias, Ben, Nina, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Brian.. that’s it. They’re not all exactly their best friends- some more of acquaintances than close. But they work. (Cough- Jane, Brian, Toby.)
Ben, Nina, and Jane all bring them comfort in a way. Ben and Nina are distractions. Jack soothes them, makes them feel comfortable in complete silence. ..Well, the kid? Ben.. they had a rough start, seeing as to how Ben might just know everything on the internet. But overtime, they warmed up to each other. (can’t say the same for BEN.. asshole is barely respectful.)
Irie flinches every time they hear a faint voice calling their name. They freeze up, panic seizes their mind- only to discover that the voice is real, by a friend, by someone who was just calling from afar. They’re safe. (No, not really. But saying that helps them sleep at night.)
Insecure as hell about their scars- that’s obvious enough. Despite knowing there’s worse horrors in this place, despite knowing that nobody sees them as anybody different, they get insecure about it. Sally asked if they needed help getting back to their grave. Sally thought they were a lost ghoul. What the fuck? Sooo.. they cover it up with makeup, despite how painful it is. Sometimes even asks Nina to pitch in. (And showing Nina took a reaaal long time!)
Flinches every time someone brings up fame, money, recognition. That was what Irie was after, and look where that got them. They always bites her tongue, mutters an insult under their breath, and looks away- despite subconsciously knowing wanting fame isn’t wrong.
Irie is in their own world most days. Lost in thought- they’re a maladaptive daydreamer, zones out a lot too, gets desperate when hallucinating. They’re never fully there. Because of that, Lifeless Lucy relates to them- seeing a bit of the kid in Irie. They never approach each other. Never have a conversation. But it’s a small acknowledgment of recognition- like “yeah, I’m going through the same thing and it hurts.”
Irie bonds with the Kirin these days. Back against each other- The Kirin lets them approach them. They draw pictures in the sand, and Irie interprets it- it’s how they communicate, despite not needing it. Hexley had approached the creature with hope, wondering that maybe since Irie’s such a terrible person now- their suffering would end. They didn’t do anything. The Kirin recognized Irie as a victim more than anything, and they didn’t realize just how much they were hoping for that outcome until the morning after. Now they’re guided through rocks, markings, trees. Nature seems to make a clearing for them, barely anything disturbing them when they go on walks. Of course.. the person that’s sent with her is either nagging them or glaring at them for wasting their time. (Kinda ironic- the fact that Irie had been desperate for mankind at their weakest, their demise in the wild. Why’s is it that it changed?) The Kirins a traveler, so Irie barely sees the creature. But they’re in an alliance. An agreement. Somebody that understands their pain more than anyone.
Bonus! Lazari’s scared of them. Her skittish, off-putting, never there demeanor reminds Lazari of her mom too much- so the two stay away from each other. Irie, more of out of respect.. but, y’know.
