Hey Guys (and gals) Pixel here!
Well this happened…
Yes I went with an angst style story. I guess slight triggers are in this as well. This is going to be updated every other week. Most chapters ranging from 1.5k to 3 or 4k. yes that much. I am going to throw my all into this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or mentioned Creepypasta characters. They belong to their respective owners. If I did…well we all know where I would be.
A New Future? Or My Own Demise?
I watched blankly as my breath froze in the air.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Cloud forms.
Repeat.
What am I doing right now? Who am I? Why me?
I could not answer any of these questions. Maybe it was because of me. Or maybe just a series of coincidences. But I know one thing; I am no longer accepted as monster or human. I am just there. The one shadow you never notice in the background. I wouldn't say it's painful….no it isn't at all. But the question is why?
My old home was no longer open to me. Aogiri is broken and in pieces. And I have lost myself to insanity. Ironic isn't it? I was told when I was younger to always be hurt instead of hurting others. Guess my wish came true. Ha..haha…HhahahAHHAHA. Honestly my mind is more fucked up than anyone though it was, then I thought it was. It took the limits of torture to make me realize how broken I was, that I was already broken before Rize came into my life or Jason found me.
Could this be destiny or fate? That's what my shadow told me. I don't trust it, but it gave me a home. Well, what I consider a home. Others would say I'm insane or they can't be your family. But me? I can relate to all of them in one way or another. That home is also being truly accepted for who I am or was. Now if only this centipede drowned my empty thoughts in blood too. But now all I hear is the click of a centipede; starting at 1000.
Is it too late to find myself? Or am I not even here anymore and this is just my lingering soul?
-unknown POV-
The shadows cautiously flickered as the lights of the vehicles went by. Survivors trailed behind or hitched a ride with each one as the looming figure watched carefully. The tentacle-like shadows flicked behind the figure impatiently, almost agitated at the sight of the destruction nearby.
War.
War does this, due to the distinction between monster and man. No matter if it hate or jealousy; one hurts another and creates the divide. Those caught up in the war fall down and never return. But humans are curious that way. They repeat there misfortune over and over and cling to the scraps left of the "hope" they have. I want to study this but no.
That was not what he was here for today. There was one thing he was searching for, one who is broken. One who cannot be monster or man.
The slender figure (hehe *hint hint*) jumped down from the bridge supports as a cloud passed by. Well more like teleported. But that is beside the point. He walked to the lone figure who was blankly watching the ruins fall.
Not a word was passed between the two. Not one was needed to that r anyway. Under mutual agreement both figures spun on their heels and slowly walked away, only to disappear without a trace.
This is the last Japan will see of the alleged Centipede. Though if he ever returned, he would not be what he once was.
~~~~~TIME SKIPPPPPPPPPPPPP~~~~~~~~~~~
-Another Unkown POV-
Usual day, usual life. Seems like everything has been dreadfully boring for the last 6 months. It's been 6 months? I don't know anymore. Other than annoying the boss (don't let the boss know I call him that. It's too respectful for someone of my stature to say) or getting into a fight with one of the others, days have been blurring together.
*shreee~shree~*
The figure sat in a dusty chair shining a knife monotonously, without really any purpose.
*Shreee~shre-* *clicking noise* *shre~*
I stood at the sound. Was that clicking? Last I remember knives don't click. Odd. Did LJ come up with a new party trick? Whatever. Doesn't matter to me.
But the sound continued. The figure rubbed the edge of the knife faster, aggravated. Letting out a big puff of exasperation he throws the knife on the desk and slips downstairs ignoring the pinging of Ben's game as he walks past.
What he saw outside can't really be put in the category titled "Normal". Then again, who was normal at this place? The boss was back at his regular time, probably finished his hunt with perfection. Ugh. But what I didn't expect to be there was a forlorn boy who could literally pass as a statue staring at the clouds next to him. Not scared at all. One bit. Kinda wanted to kill him for it but with the boss nearby I waited for a later date. Then again he probably knew with the look he leveled with me. (-shudders internally- 3scary5me)
By now the other have probably gathered, well as best as a bunch of monsters and serial killers could gather.
*click click*
There is was again, that clicking noise. By now someone has to have noticed. Is it from the mopey new guy over there? Nah couldn't be. Probably couldn't hurt a fly. Right?
-Kaneki's POV-
My fingers twitched as I re-cracked my knuckles. I could tell the pale dude noticed it, since his eyes flicked around cautiously. I smirked a little, not enough for them to notice, but Slendy chuckled a little. Psychic powers I guess. Who knew?
In all, there was about nine presences. Slendy say there was sixteen usuals so I still had to meet a couple so it seems. For a bunch of serial killers the atmosphere was almost….calm. But I felt that undertone of bloodlust. It was almost everywhere. Like that one scent you try to ignore but it was always there. No wonder there wasn't any humans for miles around.
No one moved. You could almost hear the silence as we drowned in it. But then a little brown haired girl walked forward. I almost thought she was human, ignoring the blood and ripped dress, except for the faint sheen that was on her body almost like a…ghost. Oh.
She stopped in front of me and tilted her head in a bird-like manner Hinami… "Mister, why are you here? Have you come to have a home too?" she asked with a note of sadness.
I nodded a little and let my eyes dodge around, a little unsure of the situation. What am I supposed to do? Is this a test? Cause I'm kinda hungry and at the rate I'm going i'll eat this little girl. Thankfully Slendy finally slipped into the conversation and did a light explanation of who I am and what I was doing here. I didn't exactly like that he left it to their own free will to get to know my story but right now I couldn't care less. The air almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and most of the group left after finding out what was up.
The girl, now as I've found out, Sally talked with Slendy a little bit and I zoned out not really wanting to talk and trying to control a certain inner demon in my head. I felt a light touch on my shoulder and looked as Sally beckoned my towards the house. She led me up the stairs and I noticed a dog…..thing…trailing after us smiling. Smiling. Okay. She pushed a door open at the end of the hall and waved my in.
I wasn't expecting much so having this was nice. It was very Spartan, as most new rooms are but had a border of pulsing red and black paint, not unlike my kagune. Cute. The rest of the room was themed checkerboard with reds thrown in here and there. A bit of grey, lots of leather, king-size bed, dresser and not surprisingly, a rather large bookcase. It even came with a computer and basic software. Not that I would use it much.
The dog slipped in, still smiling creepily, and layed at the end of the bed. Apparently he took a liking to me. Sally left at some point as I was ogling the room. Now that I was alone I could deal with this….problem. I sat at the desk and noticed it was a black whiteboard desk. Without hesitating I started writing, putting even the greatest mathematician to shame. Starting at 1000….
-In Mindscape-
"KanEki….!"
I looked down. Yep. Familiar chair and checkerboard floor. Looking up I knew I would not see Jason. Nor Rize. No, I have learned to fear something else. Myself.
I watched as…..well….Centipede me shuffled towards me. Almost looked like there was no sense of movement but somehow moved forward. I snapped the chains around my wrists and cracked a knuckle.
"WhY dO yOU LoCk me UP~?" the demon sang in that ear-grating voice.
Knuckle two. I got up out of the chair and the room filtered to a wall with handcuffs on it. The floor had a pool of blood-red lilies with only one pure white one in the center.
"JusT Be fREe! I kNoW yOU wanT To!"
Knuckle three. Sadistic smile. I locked the demon's first hand in a handcuff. It just laughed throatily. I snapped the other one in place as well.
"YoU will GiVe in OnE dAy! YoU'lL LovE iT wHEn yOU dO!"
Knuckle four. Now it's in the chair. I lean down a bit to whisper in its ear. "When you leave, I will truly be happy. Until then, I need you for my ability to live." I glance sadisticly and dripped blood on one of the flowers from a wound that will never heal in this place. It snatched it up with an animalistic hunger and ate the flower.
I left, cringing at the clacking of insects in my ears, hopefully keeping my life in semi-good control for now.
-Back IRL-
I glanced dat my hand. Yep bleeding. In fact all over the desk. I hastily wiped off the excess blood and looked down at the desk. All the way from 1000 to 0 are numbers written in blood.
I didn't catch the eyes of a nearby dog looking at me with sadness. Nor did I catch the shadow of a figure outside the door, running away.
This story wrote itself to be honest. If you would like a specific Pasta in here please request and give a personality and basic attributes. I will try to fit them in
So Far-
-Ticci Toby
-The Rake
-Slanderman
-Jeff the Killer
-Jane? (I don't really like the female copies)
-Laughing Jack
-Laughing Jill? (same as jane)
-Ben DROWNED
-Eyeless Jack
-Bloody Painter
-Masky and Hoodie
-Lost Silver
-SCP-173
-Sally
-Coathanger
-Clockwork
-Tails and Sonic?(eeeeehhh weird story)
-BOB?
-Grinny?
I will possibly POSSIBLY consider OCs. If you add one I get one. To request make sure you have a good description, background, and reason they are there. Or its a no-go.
So first
Whys are the Creepypastas all cold and not semi-happyish in this?
I will get to that if it is needed to lighten the story. Remember this is Angst and Horror. And they are all serial killers. I kinda get annoyed when storied make them to nice. Next chapter it will get a little lighter I promise.
What was that weird Kaneki demon ritual thing?
Well to be honest, I don't know. The story wrote itself. I wanted to implement a theory of how Kaneki controls his Kakuja half. Since in the magna he states that " They're eating me not me eating them" or something along those lines, I wrote it literally. In return for his humanity he gets semi-decent control of his kakuja to the point he won't kill himself. I mean he is still insane in that form. Just more….Skilled? I guess. It's an OP powerup he can actually controlish.
Now my questions
Omakes or nah? It can lighten the story for you guys a little. Or maybe the little character reactions at the end. That would work.
Juuzou? Should I add "him" (still looks like a girl to me) I personally love this character but it is up to you guys. I like to think he is the "innocent" CCG Shironeki version XD
F,F, and R? I really like this story and hope to continue but I do need the support to know it is a good story. Can we aim for 3, 3, and 1 pwease?
*cookies for everyone!* Pixel out! :3
12/23/15
JUst quick little edits. The line breaks didn't read :P Shoutout to my cousin for telling me that ty :D