TKpretender

I'm running on vibes here. I haven't role played outside of like three people I know for years now, and I'm just branching out. I've got a lot of characters and plots and universes stored up here in my brain and not a whole lot of organization for it all right now. So here's the plan:

Characters available for RP will have profiles and open rp posts. You can ask about them as they come up just make sure to let me know who you're talking about.

Fics will be tagged as fics and have chapters or parts detailed for each.

Lore dumps will be tagged as lore dumps with whichever universe/timeline that lore is related to.

Some characters are a part of multiple timelines, but I'm incredibly open to crossovers and shitposts because they're hilarious.

...I might write smut. I'm workin on growing the ovaries for it. So yes this is an 18+ blog for that reason. Also gore I really really like gore. I will try and be very consistent and clear about the ages of different characters as well for this reason.

holy fuck where are you guys coming from-

Yes! I got into creepypasta with slenderverse stories and slenderman in general. I've heard about marble hornets but unfortunately was not cool enough to watch all of it.

I'm oversharing because I'm excited, but I'm planning to adapt slenderman specifically with fae courts. I'll be picking through personality traits I like from the slenderverse and making little unseelie courts for them.

Truly the connection of slenderman to faerie "king" of a sort came from the parallels of irregular timelines and hallucinations, as well as his frollicking in the forests and whatnot (I will be mocking him at every turn but I promise he'll be a little scary in writing)

There are a lot of fae that are drawn to specific enviornments and personalities, which is going to make Slenderman very fun to adapt.

I'm thinking some pasta's will be haunted by fae or in a fucked up way become fae themselves. Once again, much research is necessary.

hi

I am brainstorming ideas for fae x creepypasta but I'm also gonna mix in other lore (ghosts, seers, occult magic, etc.)

Selfishly I will be plugging my own characters or else why would we be here, but I'm thinking of starting off in a narrative format and incorporating lore dumps as needed.

Now I am crazy so I will be "researching". Aka finding every og creepypasta story, every rewrite, and every lore based fanfic I can so that I can pick out which elements mix in well with faefolk. If you have any recommendations, lemme know!

I dragged the IV stand along, grounding myself to the scratching sound of metal wheels running along the soft ridges in the floor. Eyes closed, the words guided my hand to a button along the hospital bed. I paid close attention to the satisfying click and slide of the buttons. A small beeping noise echoed off the iron walls. The sounds, the touch, every detail of the real world helped remind me I was still human. 

Sitting back down on the bed reminded me of the soft bar stool. Everything was so much slower in the analog world. It must be nice to know where the wires and chips end and the actual brain begins. 

The door hissed softly as the doctor walked in. She was a narrow woman wearing a lab coat covered in high quality chrome. Her eyes seemed to dull with every glance, but her movements were sharp. She didn’t even look at me, zeroed in on the clipboard that I left dangling on the cabinet. She swiped on the first page, and then quickly realized it wasn’t the usual tablet. 

“Miss…Julietta Leonhareld. Your family specifically requested that your medical records remain,” she took a breath, seemingly tempering a level of frustration, “analog.”

I nodded and smiled sheepishly. 

“Sorry about that. I know it’s a lot of extra work.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the IV stand. She reached for my arm and gently pulled out the IV. 

“So it really downloads everything you see?” she asked. I could feel her eyes watching mine. She wasn’t looking at the color or the way the lenses moved, though. She was watching the words. Not many people looked that closely.  

“Sort of. They link to prior information and if I think hard enough I can access the internet. Gather information from there.” 

Her eyebrows bounced and she nodded. 

“Do you know who I am?” 

“A doctor?” 

I moved to take out the IV needle, but my eyes strongly disagreed. 

⚠DANGER⚠  ⚠REMOVAL WILL DRAW BLOOD AND LEAK VITAL FLUID⚠ ⚠DANGER⚠ ⚠REMOVAL WILL CAUSE LINGERING PAIN AND SORENESS⚠ ⚠DANGER⚠

“God- fine okay!” I winced, grabbing the stand and dragging it along with me as I went to pick up my coat. 

I grabbed the hanger and slipped the coat off, taking a short look at the dress from the night before. The emerald green was undisturbed, maybe a bit wrinkled, but I wasn’t picking up any blood. It was a relief, considering that this was the least cyberchrome dress I owned, and I intended on wearing it out more often. 

As I slipped the fur over my shoulders, I quickly noticed a much larger bruise on my right arm. 

⚠BRUISE STAGE 3, LOCATION:RIGHT  BRACHIAL REGION . PROXIMAL TO RIGHT SHOULDER . WIDTH: 10 CM . PREDICTED CAUSE: MALE HAND GRIPPED AND PULLED RIGHT ARM. INTENSITY OF HOLD INDICATES ANXIETY OR ADRENALINE. 

It was an ugly, unkind bruise that left my arm too sore to lift properly. On the other arm there were no bruises, but noticeable soreness either way. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Based on the invasive analysis, and the memories I had leading up to my unconsciousness, I could reasonably assume it was another kidnapping attempt that put me here. If I only had a couple bruises, then the IV was to flush out my system, but if I had no guards with me, then my sister was here too. 

My pulse jumped in my chest and I rushed to the counter. The pink text blurred into my peripheral as I searched for a clipboard. My eyes were wide and I stopped blinking almost on instinct. There it was dangling from the cabinet. I was so frantic I almost missed it. 

CLIPBOARD!

Sometimes these things were useful. I snatched it off and flipped past the usual documents. 

DATE: 26 FEBRUARY 2057 . . .  BIOGRAPHY OF PATIENT: JULIETTA MARY . . .  MEDICAL HISTORY: AGE - 27 HEIGHT: 16 . . .  INSURANCE: . . .  EVENTS OF ST . . .  TRANSCRIPT OF FOOTAGE COLLECTED FROM PANDORA SET 7000

I cursed under my breath. Biting the inside of my cheek, I continued reading. 

DATE: 25 FEBRUARY 2057   TIME: 19:03 OBSERVED: PROFILES FOR DARREN WAYNE AND JACKSON KYLEA PANDORA CONDITION: NOTICEABLE INCREASE IN BODY HEAT, TEMPERATURE MODULATOR V. 5.16 DISABLED, INCREASING HEART RATE  ENVIRONMENT: PENTHOUSE 625 LOCATED IN CORREIN CITY, MASTER BEDROOM ALERT: PANDORA CONDITIONS INDICATE RISE IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY

I cringed and let the pages flutter over the transcript. I knew the rest and, unfortunately, so did my parents. I sighed and hung the clipboard back on the cabinet. My heart was still racing as I replayed that night’s events in my head. My fingers tap danced in the air while I calculated how long I had been asleep for. Lyselle would be pissed. Mama and Daddy even more so. I tried to remember what the eyes had signaled to me before I blacked out, but whatever was injected into me must’ve targeted my neural facilities first. 

The first thing I saw when I woke up was light. Bright, blinding light that left spots on the back of my eyelids.

. . .  FLOURECENT LIGHTS . . . WHITE WALLS . . . HOSPITAL ROOM

I slowly sat up and shook my head, keeping my eyes closed and taking a moment to focus while my eyes recalibrated. As I blinked down at the hospital bed, the pink script gradually became smaller, and less aggravating. 

My right arm ached as if it had been exercised to its limit, and my neck was terribly stiff. I slowly opened my eyes again and lifted them to take a proper look around. 

The room seemed to hum with a soft blue color. Solid white lights lined the ceiling of the room, and there was a silver door directly across from me. I could see the cyberwear embedded in it from here. My clothes from the night before were dangling from a metal rail. 

CYBERPORT MODEL 6600 - COLOR: SILVER WITH BLUE CODE LINES . FEATURES: SLAM LOCK. KEYCARD USAGE. LINKING TECHNOLOGY. STERILE. SELF-CLEANING FEATURE

On the right side of the room was a long counter. There was a tub for a sink, but the faucet was made a part of the wall. Holographic posters with health advice and advertisements were lined up in a row along the wall, and under them were bouquets of flowers. That felt a bit dramatic. I couldn’t have been out for long

BOUQUETS: LILIES, GERBER DAISIES, BABIES BREATH ⚠ ALLERGENS PRESENT: POLLEN⚠

To my right was an IV bag pumping soft green fluid through the tube. 

IV - VOLUME: 1 L . SYNTHETIC FLUIDS . . . GREEN - INDICATES HIGH QUALITY

I groaned and rolled my eyes. My parents were ever predictable, putting me in a fancy private suite without even needing a surgery. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and looked down at myself. Text rapidly appeared across my vision, pink squares analyzing several dark bruises stained on my skin. 

⚠BRUISE STAGE 2 . LOCATION: MEDIAL RIGHT KNEECAP . DIAMETER: 5 CM . LENGTH: 3 CM . PREDICTED CAUSE: FALL ⚠BRUISE STAGE 2 . LOCATION: LEFT KNEECAP . DIAMETER: 5 CM . LENGTH: 3 CM . PREDICTED CAUSE: FALL ⚠BRUISE STAGE 2 . LOCATION: LATERAL ON FEMUR . DIAMETER: 6 CM . LENGTH: 35 CM . PREDICTED CAUSE: BLUNT FORCE ⚠BRUISE STAGE 4 . LOCATION: MEDIAL . PROXIMAL TO LEFT ANKLE . DIAMETER: 5 CM . LENGTH: 3CM . PREDICTED CAUSE: BLUNT FORCE

I closed my eyes, wincing as I rubbed my temple. “So it was a bad fall,” I whispered to myself, making note of how dry my throat felt. 

I swung my feet over the side of the bed, feeling a soreness from the heels I was once wearing. They’d since been replaced with a pair of fuzzy slippers that made me smile. Lysie must’ve had a chance to change me out of the formal wear while I was asleep. She could’ve picked warmer jammies though. 

I shuttered a bit as I stood. The loose fitting silk tickled my arms in the cold, and I swept over the room once more, setting eyes on my fur coat hanging from the door. 

“When you need it,” I said innocently. I could sense her wide eyes and felt her tug sharply on one of my curls. 

“Ow!-”

“Daddy and Mama paid good money for that temp corrector!” She scolded as I pouted at her, patting the abused curl back into the dark brown mass of my hair. 

“And they save plenty more when I don’t use it!” I snapped back, “Besides, it’s not like I’ll freeze to death. This right here is the real stuff! I didn’t even know people went hunting anymore!” I said with a grin, turning to face her fully. 

She clicked her tongue and turned away from me, shaking her head as she took a sip. 

“Come on, Lysie,” I whined, shaking her shoulder a bit, “just sit and relax with me for a bit. It’s nice for an analog club! The music is easy and the crowd is cool.”

She glared at me, setting down her now empty glass. 

“It’s an analog crowd, and they’re dangerous. And you’re an obvious target,” she shot back. I frowned and my gaze fell to the floor, excitement fading almost instantly. 

Only available for immediate installments, my eyes were the most expensive thing my family owned. Bright pink, high end cyberwear that could locate, analyze, and store any and all environmental information I perceived. I was the perfect spy, a living camera; with the work my family did, they were constantly hitting replay. 

This also meant I was the most well protected member of the family. I was chauffeured around in armored cars for the shortest of drives. My parents knew everything about everyone I spoke to for more than five minutes. Bodyguards lingered at my sides if I so much as took out the trash. 

My sister, however, didn’t need fancy cyberwear to read people. I watched her as she looked around, eyes clicking back and forth as she carefully assessed the patrons at the bar. 

There were happy couples leaning on each other’s shoulders as they swayed along to the music. Under the shadows of the curtain, suited men were watching the room the same way Lyselle was. The singer, up on stage, was prancing around, flirting with an obvious drunk that leaned too far back in his seat. No one else had joined us at the bar, even though there were three young men about our age idly chatting with the bouncer at the doorway. 

One made eye contact with me. I could see the shadow of his brow kick up, and I quickly broke the gaze. 

To me, it was a quiet bar full of quaint people. I looked up at Lysie and she decided otherwise. 

“You’re getting too good at this sneaking out thing,” my sister remarked, standing up out of her chair and wiping a smudge to fix her lipstick. I rolled my eyes and slid off the stool, shrugging the fur coat back over my shoulders. 

“Apparently not good enough to shake you off my back,” I snarked back. She scoffed, smirking and nudging me. 

“No one will protect you like your big sister.”

I hated her for it, but it was true. Whether it was kidnapping attempts or schoolyard bullies, my sister was always on my side. I smiled at her and bumped her with my shoulder, finally earning a smirk from her. 

“You ever gonna teach me how to do it myself?” I complained as we started towards the exit. “You’ll be too busy to-”

Ow. Ow? My neck hurt all of a sudden. It stopped me in my tracks and I reached a hand up to rub the ache. Moving my head started to feel like a grand feat of labor. Lyselle said something, she looked concerned, but it sounded like I was underwater. I stumbled and her face became a blur. 

Chapter 1 (1/2)

The rhythmic beat from a trumpet filled my ears like honey, making my head feel heavy with sweet fog. The light clash of a cymbal broke in, and drums smoothed out the tempo. The band lingered in this melody for a short moment basking in the golden glow of brass and base. The singer’s voice cued in like the flutter of silk sheets in the wind. Each addition to the song earned its own moment, hanging in the air like windchimes in dead space, until the piano took hold and completed the symphony with an easy jump. Just enough kick to make toes tap and heads bob. 

A grin spread across my lips as they pressed against my glass, alcohol warming my tongue. I sat with my eyes closed, feeling the song wrap around me like a wool blanket in the snow. With an ear trained for a trance, I fell into the music without a care in the world. The clink of my nails tapped the glass, imitating the pianist’s clever hands. I felt every muscle in my face smooth over as I enjoyed the song. The patrons chattering about fell into blackness along with a dull feeling of the sticky leather stool I was perched on. It was just me and the music, until we were interrupted in our dazed bliss. 

“Does Daddy know you’re out here all alone?” a low voice muttered. I could hear the frustration in her tone, and I frowned, opening my eyes to meet my older sister. I scoffed and shifted, uncrossing my legs. 

“If you’re talking about our Daddy, then no. You must think I’m stupid.” I frowned and sipped my drink. 

She sighed and tapped the bar counter as she sat across from me. I glanced over at her, eyebrows raising as I took in her attire. 

“Is that Mama’s red dress?” I asked, half smiling, “It’s not like you to wear something so elegant and muted. You look all cute and analog!” I teased. She quickly shushed me and accepted a gin and tonic from the bartender as he came by. 

“I only wore it so people wouldn’t recognize me. We can’t be out and about in places like these,” she snapped in a hushed voice. I clicked my tongue on my teeth and rolled my head, facing the band onstage once more. I could feel those bright green eyes digging into my back as I turned. 

“Seems the barkeep knows you just fine.”

She ignored that comment. “Speaking of clothes, where in the hell did you get that?” She practically snorted. 

I glanced over my bare shoulder, smirking with a cheeky glint in my eyes. “I went thrifting!” I said cheerfully, the dark, thick fur coat sliding down my arms as I shrugged. 

Patrol was always unnerving in the lower labs. The test subjects were always restless, groaning and clawing at the bars of their cages. Most were successful, hence their enhanced security. 

There was one failure in the lower lab, tucked all the way in the back of the corridor where a small spiral staircase would let priests have easy access to it. After hundreds of failed attempts at altering the specimen, religious fanaticism managed to reach the researchers’ ears. They were convinced that only the devil himself could place such an unnatural creature on this earth, and day after day they tried to dispel it with holy water and prayer. Today was another round of the same. A patrol guard opened the trapdoor to that small spiral staircase. A priest followed him down. They approached the cage holding this unholy creature, and a shiver went down the priest’s spine. He opened his book, and began the prayer. 

And it sang the verses back to him. 

The guard watched as its joyful tone impeded the priest’s focus, and banged on the bars. 

“Shut up, for goodness sakes. You’ve been good and quiet for the past month. We don’t need to keep feeding you.”

There was a beat of silence. Then a quiet giggle. The singing resumed, and the specimen slowly rose to her feet. Long, matted hair dragged on the ground as she approached the bars, dancing on her toes. The priest flinched back, clutching his Bible tighter. 

“She wasn’t that tall last time I was here,” he gasped, watching her with frantic eyes. The guard frowned, readying his musket. 

“She’s not supposed to-”

BANG

The specimen’s full weight slammed into the bars as her hands tightened around them. Her quiet giggle turned quickly into manic laughter, jostling the rest of the lab awake. She looked up at the two men, eyes glowing bright pink. She grinned and casually shifted her weight, arm dangling out from between the bars.