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"creepypasta" was a stupid name to begin with
It was rumored to have started when this rich kid asshole (Jeffery Allen Woods who only got rich from the babysitting money he got from the tall man up the road) got sent to detention for misconduct in class and decided to make the unfortunate action of befriending some other idiots there as well
Many of the members joined willingly, Helen Otis, Benjamin Lawson, LJ (His real name is Jack, but his last name was never revealed to anyone, and he strangely insisted on being referred to as LJ. Whatever.)
However, there were a number that were roped into it rather unwillingly.
Tim Wright was the adopted older son of the tall man up the street, (you never learned his name either- the name on the mail box simply being "O.S.Mann" assuming Mann was his last name) but was unfortunately rumored to be the secret leader of this alleged group of "miscreants". He was never able to escape allegations and eventually just gave up.
You were friends with Jack Nyras since diapers. He aspired to be a doctor, and you wanted to be a lawyer- still do. The two of you had planned to work together, his mom giving you the idea of some kind of business firm where you'd be his lawyer and him your doctor.
At the time you couldn't care for what you two did as long as you were with him. It was one of those things you could hope for. Your puppy crush turning into the wishes of those cute cheesy childhood friends to Lovers novels your mom would leave lying around.
Wishes that were brutally shat on and thrown into a raging dumpster fire at the end of your either grade year.
Rumors like wildfire spread about Jack Nyras. It was small stuff like with Wright. That he had been an active participant with the Creepypastas, joining them in secret at some point.
But middle school kids are cruel
They began rumors that he was deranged, a Demon in boy's skin who eats kidneys, that he ate his poor late dog Fredrick- (you knew that dog personally, he was put down due to his muscles in his hips becoming so weak that Fredrick couldn't move. It's common in German shepherds and other large breeds; Hip dysplasia.)
You tried pushing for him to talk to the principal, you tried pushing for him to just ignore it
But he couldn't, claiming it was too late and that no one would want to accept his college application now
For fucks sake you both were in eighth grade
That was the first and only fight Jack Nyras had with you. Refusing to look past his "Woe is me" bullshit despite your insisting that stuff like this can't carry to college, especially rumors so absurd that you're sure a white Southern woman said it to her kid first.
And he argued that you were being a horrible friend, one that maybe he'd be better off without. You knew he didn't mean it- but fuck do words hurt
And so that was that.
Suddenly the tall brunette boy you dreamed of sharing your first kiss with was nothing more than another face in the hallways
The (no longer) future doctor that you planned on working hand in hand with barely brushed passed you in the halls
The best friend you grew up with was nothing more than a stranger
A stranger that you just casually had notes filled with all of his favorite things
Funny how those things work.
There were a few others in that group. Tobias Rogers, Brian Thomas, Kagekao (he was a foreign student, and while you never learned his full name- you heard rumors about his name meaning Shadow face), Natalie Ouellette, Nina Hopkins, Kate Milens-Hayes, and Jane Richardson
The only remotely familiar name is Hopkins, who attended your year 3 Culinary classes.
You had gotten affiliated with Liu Woods as well, though only briefly in science sophomore year. He was the better of the two boys
After middle school, the "Creepypasta" kind of faded from importance. Freshman year hit and more important matters took place. Extra electives, the pressure of grades and colleges despite graduation seeming so far away.
Truthfully the Creepypasta became something more akin to a bully pulling you aside after school to cut you up or take your lunch money.
Still a threat
But at least those corny ass horror stories about nothing more than a group of jerk off kids that made them seem like the creatures in your closet went away.
And yet: here we are!
Your first day of senior year. There was no use looking at these kids you've known and asking what happened.
You passed Ouellette, Richardson and Hopkins first in the hall. Hopkins had briefly caught your attention first, though unintentionally. She was dressed in bright colored clothing; a pink and black striped short sleeved top with some kind of ripped mesh top underneath. The waist and neckline of the striped shirt had been very obviously cut with scissors at home. The waist wasn't bad, still being long enough to cover just enough skin to not show unless she raised her arms. The neckline however was cut to where it so easily hung off of one of her shoulders. The skirt she wore started at her hips. If she raised her arms you would see the belly button piercing she so proudly had shown you in class after she had done it that same period. The skirt was all black and ended mid thigh, the top half of the skirt was tight fitted with pink lace while the rest was loose with ruffles of flowy black. Almost like a mini mermaid dress but as a skirt. The ripped mesh was carried down her legs, covered once it reached past her knees by pink and black striped fuzzy leg warmers, finally fitted with converse that seemed to peak out just above her leg warmers.
You were ready to altogether ignore Nina Hopkins and the others, trying to get to your first period until-
"(Name)!"
Without further warning besides the cheerful squeal, your paper schedule had been snatched from your hands- drawing a low hiss from you as the paper's tips left a chilling faint stinging in your palm and the crevice between your thumb and pointer.
"Let me see, let me see!"
The boxed dyed black haired girl giggled, holding the paper out of your reach the best she could as she whipped out a similar paper- likely her own schedule
You tried reaching to grab her schedule back from her, only for Nina to turn her back to you, making sure to bump you with it in the process to send you back a few steps.
"Nina!"
One of the others scolded, gentle hands planting themselves on the back of your shoulders in order to steady you.
Looking back, you can vaguely make out the form of Jane, when she stepped away you could see her better.
Her skin was a beautiful dark tan, the makeup on her face was carefully crafted to be similar to that of the Trad gothic style. Her pitch black hair was down and curled at the end, hanging as gracefully over her shoulder as the black and white shawl that she wore to cover any skin that would be "out of dress code". The difference between her and Nina's hair, albeit both dyed, was that Jane did it professionally whenever needed. Nina constantly was frying her hair with each color she decided to switch to. Jane wore a spaghetti strapped top that had beautiful lacing at the neckline, tucked into a corset that overlapped with a modest yet beautiful long black skirt. A piece of the skirt was gently pinned up under the corset to create a sort of ruffled-slit effect without having to cut her skirt. She wore black tights with platformed Mary Jane's underneath.
Jane Richardson was absolutely breathtaking, you wondered why she never considered being a model, or even how she got caught up with the crew that she did.
Laughing to your right caught your attention and brought you back to reality, looking over at Natalie who was "trying her best" not your laugh at how you nearly completely ate it.
Natalie's outfits were never really anything worth commenting on- the only ones of the group that was really worth the Effort were truthfully LJ, Jane, and Nina (though LJ had reportedly already been suspended for kicking a pair of freshmen down the stairs before school had opened. I'm not sure how one achieves such a feat.). They were the only ones with a semblance of a taste in clothing. Natalie wore a stained off-white wife beater underneath her green winter jacket with the brown fuzz on the hood- you're not sure why she still wore that in late summer, but whatever. Her jacket overlapped the worn and torn ripped jeans that her beater had been tucked into, which in turn were tucked into winter boots.
If it wasn't for her and Tobias Rogers having an on and off fling all throughout junior year, you would've immediately assumed Natalie a butch lesbian. The only noteworthy attributes were her eyes. One was her normal bright green, almost bordering on teal in color- yet the other was strangely a clock in the place of her pupil and iris.
From the way her eye looked dark and heavy (along with the deepened eye bag), it was safe to assume it was a prosthetic. You tried asking Nina about what it was once, but Natalie threatening to drown you in the toilet was enough to make you forget all about it
Suddenly you were thankful that, unlike middle school, just being seen with them wasn't enough to ruin your reputation.
"Culinary and English!"
A loud squeal brought your attention back to Nina and the faint sting in your hand, reminding you of the class schedule that you were now not holding
"What?"
Words felt foreign as they suddenly tumbled from your mouth in confusion, the feeling amplified when Nina so carelessly threw her arms around your shoulders and shoved the schedules in your face as if she was trying to prove a point
"We have culinary and English together!"
Nina began giggling like a madman, acting like she knew something you didn't- which very well may have been the case.
"Oh uh-'
"Nina, personal space"
Jane scolded and carefully pried Nina off your shoulders, sending you an apologetic smile, one that you took as your queue to leave.
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LOVE INTEREST METER
Clockwork 1%
"I once had to beat the shit out of them for being nosey. I'll do it again"
Nina 8%
"I can't believe I have another class with them! Last year I had so much fun, I'll make sure it stays that way!"
Jane 3%
"I pity the person who Nina chooses to obsess over. First it was Jeff, Then Nyras, They seem to be taking it well atleast"
✿ FUN FACTS ✿
Nina forms obsessions with new people rather quickly. She first joined to be close with Jeff, then her attention would move to EJ as he was the more mature one therefore the cooler one. When Jane joined she immediately latched onto her, and now there's (Name). So many in the group seem to already know them, but they're so unproblematic!
Natalie is actually Bisexual! (Name) Had a small crush on her in freshman year, but was quickly turned off of it when they stumbled upon Natalie stomping the shit out of someone in bathroom stall for taking too long