#So, I figured I'd show case my OC in this little One-Shot, give you guys an idea on what he is like. So, read on, and I hope ye enjoy. Also, little warning, there are some gory parts here, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, I'd advise ya to look elsewhere.
It was quiet.
The sky was red, and a little grey as well.
Jacob slowly crept through the blood-soaked streets of the town known formally as Larnwick. It had once been peaceful.
But not anymore.
Now, the once lively streets, filled with both humans and faunas living together in harmony, now looked like a tornado had gone through the place, and then a horde of zombies charged through, the dead feasting upon the living. The skeletons of unfortunate people laying still on the ground accentuated that.
Bow in hand, Jacob checked every alleyway he saw, feeling like he was some sort of super spy. He wasn't trying to show off, but instead, he was scared. The reason being that aside from the camp of survivors a few miles away, there was only one inhabitant of this ghost town. Something even the Grimm were scared of.
The Monster.
No one knew who it was.
Some say it was an escaped psychopath.
Others claim it was a member of the Baron's family gone mad.
Some think it's a new species of highly-intelligent Grimm.
All anyone knew for certain, however, was that it was nothing but a merciless beast, who's hunger was only sated when it feasted upon human flesh. It was the reason why the rest of the world had simply forgotten about the little town. Not even the Grimm came around.
Many Hunters and Huntresses had come along to stop it, but they all fell, led to their death like lambs to the slaughter. Anyone left behind was automatically dead, nothing but fodder in their eyes.
The higher-ups had simply decided to phase it off as a mass Grimm attack, no survivors. The blonde could never forget them for that.
Most of those that managed to survive had evacuated to safety. There were, however, a few stubborn individuals who refused to leave, be they young upstarts ready to take on the world, or old veterans who refused to leave whatsoever, choosing to rather die than leave.
'Well, won't be long before that happens.' Jacob thought, darkly. The ones who stayed formed a camp in the centre of Larnwick, with some calling it 'Larnwick's Last Stand'.
Obviously, the name needed work. Other than that, they were doing okay.
But their resources wouldn't last forever.
So they set up scouting missions, to find the good stuff, and also to track the Monster's steps.
It never seemed to go after them personally. It would only attack if they went outside the confines of the base.
Every time someone had gone out to find food and supplies for the camp, no-one returned, all of them torn apart by the Monster, and eaten. They only managed to find out what actually happened to those unfortunate to have a run in with the Monster, because of a perculiar event.
Jacob had been there that day.
It was just a normal day in the camp, the elder members were milling about or devising new plans to expand, while the young were training, in the likely event that the Monster attack, or just milled about, not really caring about anything anyway.
Jacob was training in a makeshift shooting gallery, when he had heard a scream. He immediately rushed out, only to find a crowd, gathered around something.
Jacob pushed his way through the huddle of survivors and was what they were looking at.
It was a man's body, a badly beaten one at that.
The scream had come from a woman, who was currently sobbing openly over the mutilated corpse.
Jacob knew why the people around him were suddenly very terrified; this was the camp's top fighter, the strongest and the fastest. He was, until now, the only person to go out on hunts, and come back alive. Now, it seemed like his luck had fun out, as he was nothing but a pile of bones and flesh.
Both of his eyes were gone, dried blood surrounding the empty eyesockets. Both his legs and his left arm were gone too, ripped off mercilessly, and his right hand was missing all of the fingers. Part of the flesh on his face was torn off, revealing the skull underneath. His clothes were shredded and cakes with blood, and Jacob had to force himself not to throw up at the sight of the man's stomach, which was ripped open, his intestines flopping out.
Jacob then noticed something on the inside of the man's shirt, something small and yellow. He reached out to grab it, and noticed it was a post-it note. There was some writing on it, and a few spatters of blood as well.
"Hey!" He said. " I've found something."
The crowd turned their attention to him, one of them shouting out.
"It's a message!" They commented, and indeed it was.
Silence fell over the gathered survivors, as Jacob read the note out loud.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat before he began.
'Sup, peoples, how's things going with you lot? I've been getting pretty lonely recently and I thought of making some new friends. Then, I saw your man here, and thought, 'he looks friendly, maybe I should say hello!' Unfortunately, he decided to shoot me in the head, and speaking as someone who survived a headshot before, I can tell you that it's very painful, and quite annoying at times. So, I decided to turn him into literal mincemeat!'
'He tried escaping, of course, because who wouldn't run from a psychopath that's been shot in the head, twice now, I believe. I eventually caught up to him, and if you have received his body, then you know what I did to him. In fact, I'm probably eating one of his legs, as you're reading this. Thanks for the tasty morsel! Love, The Monster, (since that's what you're calling me now)'
'P.S: Next time you send someone out to attack me, try and make sure they're tastier. This guy tastes like leather.'
Silence fell over the camp once more, and Jacob felt sick to his stomach as he dropped the note to the ground.
Panic had started to settle in as the survivors started wailing in despair. All Jacob could do was stare at the man's lifeless body, it's empty eyes staring back at him.
Back to the present, Jacob slowly trudged his way down a sidewalk. A few burnt out shells of cars stood still, acting as guards trying to bar entrance to the street. Jacob simply climbed over them, and continued on his way.
A few hundred yards ahead, he noticed a old wooden stall, with the banner above stating 'Hot Dogs!' The way the stall looked, reminded him of when his mom took him to the carnival before everything went down.
She would always take him on a few rides, then after, they would both get hot dogs. He remembered when she was wave her long blond hair in his face to tickle him, if he was upset. He smiled sadly at the memories before he decided to move on.
After the Monster arrived, she was one of the first to go. Jacob had no friends, no family, all of them taken away from him by the Monster. Jacob vowed revenge on that vile creature, hoping to watch the life drain from it's eyes as he plunged a dagger into it's heart.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
Jacob froze in place. He readied his bow.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
A tapping sound. It sounded like fingers rapping on a hard surface.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
Jacob shook in fear. He had heard an urban legend that when the Monster was near, you would hear four knocks.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
The sound was coming from behind him, so the Monster was close!
He whipped around to see the inside of the hot dog stand was now completely shrouded in darkness. An black, metallic arm, clad in a grey, ripped sleeve reached out of the shadows, the metal fingers tapping the wooden boards.
It was Him, the Monster.
But that wasn't what scared Jacob, because as he stared at the Monster, he saw a single, glowing purple eye staring back at him. It twitched occasionally, watching his every move. Jacob visibly trembled in his boots.
"Heya, buddy. What's up?" He heard a voice. It sounded like a teenager, calm and collected, but at the same time, it sounded like it had just escaped from a mental asylum.
It took Jacob a second to realise that the Monster was talking to him.
Before he could answer, it spoke again.
"Heh... nah, I already know. That expression on your face, and the noises coming from your stomach make me feel like I'll find ya... 'pasta' away. Heh heh heh..." The Monster chuckled, adding a little joke in.
Jacob blushed, but didn't answer; how could he? He was standing in front of the most terrifying creature he's ever met. And it just made a joke, a joke he thought was actually funny, despite the morbidness of it.
"See, it's a joke. 'Passed' away, 'pasta' away... Ya know?" It said again. Getting no response from the boy, it sighed. "No much of a joke fan, huh? A pity. Some people can never understand the fine arts."
Jacob plucked up enough courage to get some words out.
"Y-you're t-t-the M-mons-ster..." He all but squeaked.
The Monster cackled loudly.
"I go by many names, kid. Monster, Demon, Cannibal, Satan, Beelzebub, there was this one guy who called me a Nutcase once, which I don't take offence to, considering my state of mind, heheheh... But, you can call me, Joe."
"'Joe?'" Jacob asked, bewildered. He didn't expect that.
"Yep," he said, popping the 'p'. "Or Joseph, one of the two. Take your pick."
"What kind of evil-doer is called 'Joe?'"
"Oi! I'm not evil, okay?! I'm clinically insane! There's a huge difference there, buddy." Joe sounded insulted.
'Not much of a difference...' Jacob thought.
"I mean, I think that's my name. I am very forgetful these days, because of... Well, ya know." He added. Jacob could only just see Joe's left arm poking his head.
"Wait, aren't you supposed to be evil? I mean, a lot of people are dead because of you." Jacob asked.
Joe's grin drooped slightly.
"Okay, rude." He snorted. "I don't go all crazy and stuff unless people suddenly act like a-holes to me. Now let me ask you something. If people just randomly started to attack you out of the blue, wouldn't you react in self-defence?"
Jacob remained silent.
"Exactly. Anyway, back to the matter at hand..."
Joe reached below the counter, and placed something on the table. It was a hot dog. It even had a little swirl of ketchup on top, like they always used to do back then.
"How about a nice, spicy hot dog to fill your tanks up, hmm?"
Jacob stared at the savoury treat with hunger; he hadn't eaten for two days. But he had a foreboding feeling something bad would happen if he took it. So he shook his head no, and politely refused.
Joe groaned.
"Are ya really serious? I'll say, that's real funny, 'cause judging from that look in your eyes, not eating anything is just 'killing' you..." He said.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
There it was, the tapping again. That sound was starting to get on Jacob's nerves.
"Come on, kid. It takes quite a lot of effort to make a good dog, completely free of charge, and you're not even gonna try it? I put a real lot of blood and sweat into this thing, so at least have the decency to eat it." He growled, slowly. Joe now suddenly sounded impatient and a little angry.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
Jacob hesitated, alarm bells rang in his head that this was a very bad idea, but he didn't want to feel guilty, and besides, he hadn't eaten in two days; he could use a snack. He moved closer to the stand, and as he did, he could see more and more of Joe himself.
He wore a dark grey baggy winter jacket with fur trim around the collar, and a grey hoodie underneath. His hood was up, and was rather ragged and old. Joe also wore a bandage around his head, along with a eye-patch over the left eye. His right eye shone like a purple beacon in the darkness, and his Cheshire Cat grin stretched widely across his pale face.
If the expression alone didn't convince you he was a psychopath, the blood splotches all over his torn clothing might've helped.
Joe was using his left hand to support his head, his finger looking like they were trying to dig into the eyepatch, while his right arm tapped the counter.
Jacob slowly reached out an arm, to grab the hot dog sitting on the table. His fingers got closer and closer, and they eventually closed around the snack. He looked at his server, but Joe hasn't moved. He was still watching Jacob, and his grin became wider, as if he knew something Jacob didn't.
Jacob sneaked a few inches away, and devoured the food item whole. Joe was right, it was warm and spicy, but for some reason, the ketchup tasted like iron, and the meat was a very weird sensation. It was smokey, but chewy.
"Was that good, kiddo?" Joe asked. His answer was a vigorous nod. "Good! Glad someone appreciates my cooking."
"That was delicious! But can I ask, what's the meat made out of? It tasted weird." Jacob replied with a question of his own.
"Well, before I tell you, I need to know, who was that guy that was torn to shreds? At your camp, I mean." Joe inquired.
"Uh, I'm not sure, but I think his name was Sid, or Sam. I don't know, I never really talked to him. Why?" Jacob said, feeling quite unnerved.
"Well, that hot dog you just ate?" Jacob nodded. "I believe the meat was from his left thigh. Or his right, one of the two. I can never remember these things much anymore, it's quite funny, really..."
Jacob's eyes widened in horror. So that hot dog he just ate, was made of human meat?! The floor started swaying beneath his feet.
He dropped to the floor and started gagging. He tried to regurgitate that hot dog from his stomach, but nothing was coming up. Joe simply looked at the boy, as he tried to expel the remains of his snack from his digestive system.
"Yeah, human flesh will do that to ya, if you're not used to it, I mean. You will do in time, that is, if you decide to come back, of course." However, he noticed Jacob had succeeded in purging his guts, and huffed. "Sheesh, kid. It was just a joke. Didn't know you'd actually be sick.
Jacob suddenly remembered why he hated Joe- no, the Monster in the first place. This was a joke to him?! Feeding dead victims to other people?! He slowly pulled himself to his feet and looked at It, rage clouding his mind.
"Fuck you, you psycho!" He screamed at Joe. "You just made me eat someone!"
Joe's expression didn't change, but Jacob swore he could see wild insanity enter his purple orb, his pupil seemingly disappearing.
"Oh dear..." Joe said, slowly standing up. His voice was laced with fake concern. "It appears you're not being very nice to me, buddy."
"Why should I be nice to a cannibal?!" Jacob yelped in rage.
The Monster closed his eye and drew a hand behind him.
"Ya wanna know what happens to people who aren't nice to me?" Joe said.
Jacob glared at him, refusing to answer his question.
"That hot dog I gave ya was the last piece of meat from that guy from earlier, and I've been running rather low on stock recently..."
Jacob's fear levels rised. After that statement, he knew what was going to happen next.
Joe suddenly slammed an axe onto the counter, embedding it into the wood. His eye opened, and all that was there, was an empty black void, and a purple flame erupted from the eyesocket. His grin widened to the point where it could've split his face in half.
"AND YOU'LL DO JUST NICELY...
Jacob wasn't going to give Joe the chance to attack, so he raised his bow and fired his last arrow into Joe's forehead.
The cannibal widened his eyes in surprise as his head snapped back, before slumping forward, losing grip on his axe.
Jacob stared in shock.
It was dead.
He'd done it.
The Monster was dead!
The blonde boy yet out a loud cry of joy, turning his back to the stand. He couldn't wait to get back to the camp, and tell everyone his accomplishment; maybe then they'd take him seriously!
"...heh..."
Jacob froze. 'Please tell me that isn't what i think it is..."
"Hehehe..."
The sound was coming from behind him. He slowly turned, and went pale.
The Monster was slowly pushing himself up, chuckling all the while. It's purple eye locked onto Jacob's form.
"Did you forget?" Joe said, grinning. He clasped a hand around the arrow lodged in his forehead, and ripped it out, the bandage staining with dark red liquid. "Headshots don't work on me!"
His skin bleach white, Jacob turned tail and ran for his life.
In response, Joe laughed maniacally, and vaulted the counter, grabbing his axe in the process.
"Ooh, Imma gon' get ya, boy!" He cackled, before he rushed after the fleeing form of Jacob.
2 hours later, Jacob was hiding in an old abandoned house, going over his .
He couldn't go back to the camp, because he would put everyone else in danger. He couldn't fight back, since he had no melee weapons, and he had accidentally dropped his bow in the escape.
However, Jacob been in this hiding spot for a while, and he had seen no sign of the Monster for half an hour. All was quiet.
Maybe now he could try and escape back to the camp, if the Monster had really given up. He weighed his options, and made a decision.
Jacob stood up, and slowly strolled out into the street. He waited for the Monster to pop out and kill him, but nobody came.
He slowly walked back in the direction he had come, and sure enough, he had made his way back to the hot dog stand.
There he was, the Monster. Jacob froze; 'he hadn't seen me yet?' he thought.
As he crept closer, he realised that the Monster wasn't looking around like before, but instead, he was asleep. His snoring was quiet, and his eye was closed, but other than that, he was in the same position as earlier, when they first met.
"I'm actually going to make it..." He said to himself. He silently giggled to himself, and stepped away.
He slowly made his way to the barrier of cars, and he was just about to go cross it, when he stepped on something. It shattered like glass, so he quickly looked down and saw he had stood on an old headlamp.
He waited for a moment, breath held in case that noise woke the Monster up. He waited for any sound cue, anything to tell him that It was awake.
He waited for what seemed like an hour, but not a thing was heard from It's direction.
Jacob breathed a small sigh of relief; he thought he was going to get away!
Until...
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
Jacob's breath hitched, and his hand clamped onto his mouth in horror. His cheeks felt wet as tears began pouring down.
'No... I was so close...' He thought.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
The boy turned around slowly, almost hyperventilating, to see the Monster peering directly at him, the right eye empty and dark, it's grin widening by the second.
"HEYA, KID..."
The Monster suddenly leaped at Jacob, pinning the boy to the ground. It leant in real close to Jacob's face, savouring the fear in his eyes. It's breath was enveloped in the stench of rotting corpses and blood.
Jacob became overwhelmed by the fumes, and he felt really tired all of a sudden. He knew what was going to happen.
The Monster had raised his axe high above his head.
"Ya wanna know why I'm always so forgetful?" Joe snarled, using his other arm to lift up his eye-patch.
What Jacob saw was vastly horrifying. The eye was nothing but an empty, black pit. He could see small tears, rips and scabs surrounding the socket. But what terrified him the most, as he stared into the Monster's empty orbital cavity, was that a tiny, purple pupil was staring back.
Jacob was staring at the Devil. No, this thing would terrify even Salem herself.
Jacob noticed a white light to his right, and could see a white figure next to the Monster (who hadn't noticed it), a woman with blond hair, holding her hand out to him. Jacob instantly knew who this was, so he weakly raised his hand towards hers, in the hope he would see her again.
"I'm coming, Mom..." He whispered, quietly, before It's breath had finally knocked him out..
The Monster swung It's axe down at his prey's neck, but luckily, by the time the blade made contact with the flesh, Jacob had already passed out.
Joe dragged the headless body of his latest prey back to his little hot dog stand, a trail of blood pouring from the stump of the neck.
He was going to feast well tonight, but first, a snooze to let his stomach settle.
Joe placed the corpse up against the wall, and sat down at the counter. He was just about to nod off, when he felt a presence next to him.
"Do ya need anything, bro?" He asked, sighing because another nap-time was interrupted.
Just then, a apparition of a teenager appeared next to him. He seemed normal at first, until one would notice that the boy was see-through in a way.
He floated in the air and his eyes were different. Instead of the normal human eyes, this one had purple pupils, while the rest of the eyes were black.
Other than that, he wore a red t-shirt, and a white leather jacket with white stripes, a tattered red scarf hanging around his neck.
"Could you read me a story, please, brother? I'm bored waiting around here." The ghost said.
"Sure thing, Buddy." Joe dug under the table, and pulled out a book. "So, are we having the usual tonight?" He held up a blue book with the text 'Fluffy Bunny' on the front. Also on the cover, were a few bloody hand prints, about the size of a child's.
The spirit nodded vigorously, and Joe sighed.
"Never can beat the classics, can ya, bro?" Joe reached inside one of his pockets, and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. "Kinda thought you'd be too old for this stuff, but apparently, I'm wrong." He stared at the apparition, with a stern gaze. "We do need to hurry though, otherwise the others will get worried."
Joe opened the book and cleared his throat as he began the delightful tale. The ghostly teenager leaned in to listen to his favourite story.
"Once upon a time, there was a fluffy bunny, who loved to play with all of his friends in the meadow..."
#So, there you have it. There is Psycho, my OC. Description about him's on my profile page. This guy will actually have a main role in another fanfiction I am currently writing at this moment. So stay tuned, if you want.
DarkPugLord23, out!