Her 'Not-so-imaginary' friend/Zero(Creepypasta) x Serial killer/OC
Voice cast
Christopher Daniel Barnes: The Ghost/Adrian Cipher
Emmary ASMR: Zero/Alice Jackson
Nick Nocturne: Slender-Man
Mr Creepy Pasta: Himself
Aurelio Voltaire: Zalgo
David Near: Ticci Toby/Toby Rodgers
Michaele Laws: Clockwork/Natalie Oulette
BaptismOnFire: Jeff Keaton
CreepyPastaJr: Liu Keaton
KittenReadsHorror: Jane Arkansas
CreepsMcPasta: BEN
MissShadowLovely: Sally Williams
Troy Wagner: Eyeless Jack
Easton ASMR: Bloody Painter/Helen Otis
Daria Cohen: Judge Angels/Dina Clark
Jessica May: Kate Hayes
Joseph DeLage: Charlie Matheson Jr.
MrBettyKruger: Laughing Jack
Jack Nicholson: Smile Dog
Sam Witwer: The Puppeteer
Chuck Huber: Jason The Toymaker
The outfit consist of a Punisher airsoft mask, Steampunk military faux leather trench coat, denim cargos, and dark brown Doc Martens, weapon is a 27" Full Tang Black Blade Fantasy Ninja Sword
I am 'The Ghost', a cold blooded murderer who stalks the streets of Northern Chicago. Unlike most 'killers' of this time, I wasn't "insane" or following a petty 'cleanse the world of filth' quest, being compared to those just made me laugh. No, I just killed because I liked it, I enjoyed slicing open flesh with a clean, sharp edge. Shattering bones with a well timed hammer swing. Or even relaxing to the sounds of Beethoven and my victim convulsing in agony by ten million volts directly to the brain. I was definitely abnormal, but crazy? No, if I were, I wouldn't be able to convince people to think that I was normal, in fact, I could be normal. But I wasn't just going to hang up the torture equipment after a year, the police were looking for me, the news had dubbed me 'The Ghost', and people have even resorted to wanted posters. They never knew my face, I always wore a mask and gloves whenever I was about to strike. The tactical machete that my father owned was a personal favorite murder weapon, the edge was ridiculously sharp, able to slash through sinew like paper.
"...And then he said, 'that's no walrus, that's my wife'!" I joke to my most recent catch.
She weakly chuckles, obviously trying to win my favor so I'll let her go.
"Do you have any family? Anyone you care about?" I ask.
"M-my family? Please d-don't-"
"Just answer the question, I promise not to hurt them..."
Of course, despite being a killer, I never just killed for the hell of it. I damn well enjoyed it, but never killed just any random schmuck off the street. Only those who won't be missed will die, I have my fun, and they have no friends or family that will try to seek revenge.
"M-my parents live in I-Idaho... I rarely talk to them." She musters, she looks at me like she thinks I'll undo her bonds.
"Then no one will notice that you're gone." I cruelly whisper, a sadistic smile plasters itself under my mask as I reach for a spoon.
The woman wildly thrashes in her chair, desperately trying to escape. I place a firm hand on her shoulder to stop the shaking, and slowly dig the spoon into her left eye.
"Move... and it'll be more painful."
This did nothing to keep her from squirming, blood gushed from her eye as her mouth opened wide, she had started to lose her voice. Quickly, I jab a needle into her neck and press the plunger down, this slows the bleeding to a crawl. I yank the spoon from her socket, a blue eye plops from her face onto the floor and a few squirts of blood manage themselves onto my coat.
"Impressive... try not to take too much at once."
I swiftly turn around and see two figures. One is taller than the other, but both are equally lanky. The one on the left has messy black hair, is wearing a white mask that covers his face with a red streak painted as a smile, a denim jacket, black shirt, pants, and shoes. The other has unkempt brown hair, orange goggles, a tube scarf that looks like toothy smile, dark blue hood attached to a brown shirt with striped sleeves, shades of brown, faded jeans, and black/white vans, at his hips are two hatchets, one is relatively clean while the other is rusted and chipped.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" I say before turning back to my first guest.
"Y-you s-s-see, We've b-been sent b-by our b-boss t-t-to-" The one in the hoodie might have Tourette's.
"T-t-t-t-t-today, junior!" I taunted.
"D-don't do t-that!"
I try to stifle my laughter as the one in the hoodie gathers his thoughts.
"What my friend here is trying to say is that we've been sent to retrieve you. Our boss wants a word with you." The one in the denim jacket says.
I stroll over to the desk in the corner where your machete sticks out, embedded into the wood. Admired the blade for a bit before cleanly decapitating the woman.
"Take me to them." I simply say.
The two men lead me into the woods, after a bit of walking, they pull their masks away and turn to me, I do the same, revealing my shaggy ash grey hair.
"My name is Helen." The one with black hair said, "Some call me the Bloody Painter."
"I-I'm Ticci Toby..."
"Because of the ticks?" I quickly ask.
Toby nods his head as he follows Helen and I, as we left him behind. Sometime later, I see a mansion in the distance, it is covered in the autumn leaves and a stream is close to it.
"We're here." Helen says. "Welcome to the manor."
I lowered my mask onto my face again, not comfortable with anyone seeing me just yet, even if they were somewhat like me. Helen raised an eyebrow at me before pushing the oak door open. Inside was something equating to an old English home, iron chandeliers, mahogany floors, and thick carpets. In one of the other rooms, I can hear the sounds of talking, a talk-show, and a crackling noise coming from the kitchen.
"Y-you go socialize, I'll l-let the b-b-boss know that y-you're here." Toby stutters before walking upstairs.
In the living room are four people, at the table, a pale man with mid length black hair, perfectly white skin, white hoodie, and scars on his mouth, forming smile, was sitting across from a grey skinned man in a black hoodie with a head of shaggy brown hair, they both were playing chess. On the floor in front of the TV, a girl with long brown hair and green eyes in a pink shirt and denim shorts was sitting next to a boy with blonde hair, black and red eyes, a green beanie, green short sleeve over a white long sleeve, and brown cargo shorts. It took me a while to notice that the boys ears are sort of pointed, looking kind of like an elf.
"Hey, you must be the new guy!" The smiling man said, he got up from his chess game to greet you.
"You guys live here too?" I ask.
"Yes, it's peaceful here." The grey man has a voice that sounded kind of distorted, like it's being altered to sound a little robotic.
"Would you guys be quiet? You're interrupting!" The green clad boy shouted louder than any of you were talking.
I faintly smile as I head into the kitchen, there are four people in there, all female. The first one you notice looks like a genderswapped version of Jeff, but wearing a white dress under a black blazer, black high heels, black stockings, no scars, and pitch black eyes. The second is a blonde girl with dark maroon eyes hidden under her shaggy head, she wore a white track sweater with a black stripe over the breast, a white mini skirt, and white stockings. The third is a pale woman with a green iris in one eye and a watch stuck in the other, stitches in her mouth resembling a fixed grin, wearing a white tank top and brown cargo pants. Finally, the last one, she definitely caught my eye more than the others. Pale skin like grains of sand, platinum blonde hair nearing white, silver eyes like a full moon, black tank top and black pants.
Yeah, a lot of black clothes in this house. Guess it makes sense, helps them hide in the night more. But if they wanted better stealth clothes, they'd be wearing dark blue, not that I'd be one to talk, I wear a black leather jacket that reflects light like a damn mirror.
"Oh, we have company!~" The black haired one happily said, she walked over to me with her hand extended. "My name in Janisse Arkansas, but you can just call me Jane."
I remove my mask and tuck it into my coat, then shake the woman's hand.
"Adrian..." I simply answer.
Jane then turns to the others, pointing as she says their names, "That's Dina, Natalie, and the one sitting down is Alice."
'Alice'... a wonderful name. Maybe I should've brought my magician outfit that I don't have and pulled a rabbit out of the hat. I walk over to where she's sitting and crouch down.
"Hi." We say in unison, causing us to look away in embarrassment.
Well, this isn't awkward at all.
"Haven't even been here an hour and you're already flirting?" Dina asked.
"That's a guy for you." Natalie retorts.
"But you two are dating Helen and Toby respectively, right? Let's just give them space." Jane grabs the two and drags them out of the kitchen.
I watch her do this, then turn back to Alice, her face has turned noticeably red. I desperately think about conversation topics.
"Soooo... how'd you come here?" I asked.
"It won't be that riveting a tale, probably similar to yours." She answers simply.
"You started killing people for a random reason, then these bozos offered to give you a better place to hide?"
She nodded her head and stood up, staring at the ground. Then she walked over to the cupboards and pulled out two mugs.
"How do you take your coffee?" She asks.
"Irish cream, if you have it." I answer.
She grabs a two quart bottle of creamer in the fridge. Unsure of how much I wanted, she let the liquid pour for two and a half seconds into both cups after pouring in the coffee. She handed one to me and I took a sip.
"Good... a little cold though." I said.
"Sorry." She lets out a small giggle.
I've just noticed, this girl is really cute! Weird, considering we both kill people for a living, but who cares!? She set my heart aflutter and now I must have her, but how? Without any warning, Toby could be heard yelling from the upper floor.
"Adrian, h-he's ready t-t-to see you!"
"Guess you better go." Alice said in a sad tone.
I depart with a sad nod, I wanted to talk to her some more.
Alice's POV
I can't help but stare as he leaves.
"Adrian..." I think to myself.
He looks back at me and smiles. Why does his smile make me feel so... warm? I don't want him to leave my sight, I want to keep him.
I sound totally obsessed, don't I? I'll try to get to know him better before I try to put the moves on him.
