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I'm deciding to publish my mini-animation based on Marble Hornets here. Because YouTube doesn't promote creative people at all!!!

He’s kind of a cat to me

scenario: you and ur creep are broken up, but you're in a bad situation

canon typical violence, nina is toxic, mention of suicide, implied death, etc.

heheh

♡ Toby ♡

Toby was already dumb enough to let himself believe in the illusion of you, but he was twice as stupid to try to save you from your fate. If the Operator ordered him to kill you, he would completely lose his sense of self. His need for praise from his peers, his need to prove himself to the boss- all of it would tear into shreds just for the chance of keeping you alive.

He would beg and sob in front of them- Tim, Brian, the Operator himself- to understand that he needed you alive, why he needed you alive. He would lay all his cards face up on the table, forgetting he was playing against the dirtiest cheaters in the ring.

They would, of course, use this weakness- you- against him, opting to torture you, make your death as drawn out and painful as possible, turn you into a shell of who you once were.

And he loves you too much to let that happen.

The only way he would kill you himself is if it were a kinder fate than any of the others. And he's so stupid in love that he suggests a joint suicide. But when you say no, he loses it completely. His moods flip like a switch, and when you can't understand that he's killing you out of kindness, it turns into a cat-and-mouse hatchet chase that begins and ends with him telling you he loves you, covered head to toe in your blood.

♡ Ben ♡

Like Toby, Ben will cross a hundred bridges before he kills you himself. He's actually smart enough to keep you a secret, and if it got out and you became a target, he would bend over backwards in ways unbeknownst to anyone just to save you. Think fake IDs, illegal passports, anything to get you far away from him and the others to live a life of peace.

If that didn't work, he would point-blank refuse to kill you. The Operator could torture him all he wanted. You were innocent and human and proof of a better life out there. He wasn't having a hand in how your blood splattered on walls and guts plastered the floorboards.

But the fate you're met with is worse than any painful blow or electric current he could send your way. The others make you a toy so they can watch Ben unravel. And he's too selfish to put a stop to it, because that would mean he'd have to be without you, and nothing was more brutal than that.

♡ Jeff ♡

If Jeff actually manages to fall for you, he knows it's going to be temporary. He has the spot where he'll hide your body already mapped and cleared out, lest things go sideways. He knows he can't be trusted to let your guard down in front of, and he thinks you're pretty stupid for not knowing that.

When he's told he has to kill you, he flinches for a millisecond only.

There's a part of him that's clinging on for dear life, crying inside of his ribcage, but he knows exactly how to tune it out. He's clean with your kill. Makes sure not to wake you up right away. And when you eventually do, he knocks you out. The whole job's done in thirty seconds.

For the next few days, he's more sour than usual, but by the following week, he seems back to normal. Like I said, he knew this shit would happen. He just doesn't know why he let it get that far.

♡ Tim ♡

He acts like he doesn't care. He acts like you're just another name on the list of things he has to do before nightfall. But if you look closer at the bags beneath his eyes and trembling hands, fumbling for the lighter in his pocket, you can tell it's eating him alive.

There is a small part of him that enjoys this- seeing how bad his life can get by product of his own hand. There's a small part of him that revels in his insecurity, reminding him that he never deserved something like you in the first place. It comes out when he holds a gloved hand over your mouth, telling you, "You know I gotta do this, sweetheart," as he muffles your screams.

He hates every second of it and takes it out on his colleagues the second he gets back to the mansion. Days go by like nails on a chalkboard, but it never gets easier.

♡ Brian ♡

Every step to your front door physically pains him, like a thousand knives in his ribcage begging to escape. You were lovely, you were gentle, you were the only thing in this life that wasn't tainted by despair or disease. You, and your lace, and your curls, and your endless time for his wounds. You and your pitiful mortality.

He makes it as swift as possible. Cooks your favourite meal and laces it with poison. It's a dirty trick, but it's much easier than blowing your brains out and dealing with the aftermath. He sits by your side the entire time as you choke and gasp for air, stroking your hair and telling you it'll be over soon.

He cries before he goes home again. Despite it all, he's human too. If you're religious, he'll pray to your god for forgiveness. He never falls in love again, though. You taught him that much.

♡ Jack ♡

He thinks you make a beautiful corpse.

He forgets how to grieve like a human, but can't ignore the clenching in his chest when he remembers you won't be there in the morning, greeting him like you always do. Falling in love was a fool's game. He should've known better than to play it.

He has the grace to put you to sleep before killing you. His medical equipment gives him the ability to do so, allowing you to die quick and painlessly, and him to watch you, arms crossed, head tilted, for as long as possible afterwards.

And like the demon that he became, he can't stop himself from sinking his teeth into your flesh soon after you're gone. He thinks it's romantic, and no one cares enough to tell him it's grotesque.

I decided to redraw some of the creepypastas I drew in 2020 (these are all the ones I've done so far). Some of them have been slightly redesigned!

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Jack Nyras who will never see the world the same again.

Who's eyes were gouged out by the followers of the Black God — of Chernobog — the deity of all the evil that hides in darkness. The deity that doesn't let His slaves exist in light.

They slit his sternum, cracked his ribs to reveal the epitome of life that was his heart and dug it out, filled the cavities with scorching tar. Filled his hollow eyes. They didn't relent even despite how much he thrashed. How his pleas grew hoarse from how he screamed.

They said it'd be over quick. That there is no point in begging — that it'll all be okay because their God would gift him with something beautiful and new.

And He did.

It's bigger, black — pumps slower to accommodate his monstrous new size. Leads carbon dioxide to fuel his cells instead, he breathes out oxygen.

It's all twisted and wrong. He's become the opposite of what he once was.

Jack used to be sweet. An empathetic medical student, smart and full of life. Now he's a towering, cruel husk of a man with ashen skin and three tongues. Harming those he vowed to save. But he couldn't care less about people's health anymore — not after having gone through the worst kind of torture.

And he doesn't have a choice either. The cult took everything from him. His life, his vision. His normal, human appetite.

At the very least he got to take his revenge. They had no idea that Jack was never meant to be the sacrifice. Instead, they became the first taste of what is damned to be his only form of sustenance.

He's disgusting. A monster.

Which is why he doesn't understand why you just sat there and watched in awe as he devoured the man that followed you into the woods. Ripped him to shreds with his bare hands. A crazy ex, he later found out.

He was going to kill you next. Head tilted, looking at you like a predator at prey as he thumped his black tail against the ground to 'see' you better. Echolocation.

But then you stood from the grass, brushed the dirt from your bruised knees and approached him first. Got on your tiptoes to plant a kiss of gratitude on his cheek.

His filthy, bloodstained cheek.

He couldn't move. Frozen like a beast in headlights trying to figure out if his mind had played a trick on him.

But it didn't. And he had spared you that night.

It's a mystery why you came back on the second. Searching for him as you stumble over dead roots like a baby deer. Carrying a picnic basket with a fresh liver from the local butcher as a gift.

He should've killed you then. Should've killed you all the other nights as well.

But again, he didn't. And he's never been more glad to fight against his instincts.

Jack never thought this new heart was capable of love. Never thought anyone would be capable of loving him either.

But here you both are. In bed on a summer morning. Together. Sleeping with your pinkies interlinked because the heat is too overwhelming to hold each other. Your gentle, rhythmic breaths reveal your face every few seconds. He thinks you've never looked more beautiful.

And he thinks you shouldn't be with someone as revolting as him.

Last night he tried to convince you how he hadn't always been this ugly. That he used to be normal looking, even handsome.

He hoped his words would make you think better of him. But you just shook your head with a delicate smile and pulled him into bed instead instead. Showed him how there was no need to worry about any of that.

Jack Nyras who will never live in a world with light again. And he's okay with it as long as it's filled with you instead.

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