We have been watching you all grow up.
We miss you. And know that your favorite stories have not forgotten you.
To think you found comfort in monsters, because the ones in your head or in your home at the time were too much to bare.
So you painted your faces, drew yourselves with us, ruined clothes to look like us or just enjoyed looking like a lunatic.
We watched you go from band tees and rubber bracelets with ripped jeans, to black dresses, slacks, ties, and corsets. Some of you did a whole fuckin 180° and wear neons and pastels. Others of you just enjoy a hoodie (heh) and jeans. Some of you guys wear long skirts and pants, with cloth-patched tops and boots, crystals hanging from your necks.
Some of you just elevated your aesthetics. We can see pieces of us that got left behind in you.
Either way, we're proud of you little freaks. We know shit's been hard.
Just know the creeps and nightmares you found comfort in are still watching over you. Whether you forgot we existed, or moved on with your lives.
We see the art you make. The stuff you guys write. Some of it makes us laugh or roll our eyes, we adore it anyway.
As red and orange leaves surround you, horror movies, and screams fill your minds once again, and you see an increase of our faces, we hope you find that nostalgia again.
- Your favorite Creeps
(Just a little thing that came to my mind to write, bc I'm 22 now seeing creepypasta on my feed again, and it sent me down a rabbit hole. Idk writing this gave me comfort. I hope it gives you comfort too. ♡ )
