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Could it be... LOVE? Part 15Jessy: so... how are they doing? *to Gibson*Could it be... LOVE? Part 15 by Razor-Antauri
Gibson: The boys passed out, and the girls are doing good.
Jessy: that's good... I want them to have a happy and healthy family!
Gibson: Well there are a few things wrong with boys, but I can't tell what it is, I hope it something they'll grow out of soon.
Jessy: what?! *grabs Gibson's white patch of fur* You have to be kidding?!
Gibson: It's just that they won't eat.
Jessy: THEY CANT EAT?! Their my only nephews! From a brother!
Gibson: They can eat, they just won't.
Jessy: *calms down* so you mean that CAN eat but they don't want to right now?
Jessy: you could've just explained that...
Niney: *wakes up* what happened? What did I miss? Where's my children?!
Gibson: *looks at Niney* Don't worry, they're safe.
Niney: are you sure? What do they look like?
Gibson: I will bring them to you soon, you'll have to wait for everyone else to wake up.
Jessy: don't worry Niney...
Zack: *wakes up* What happened?!
Niney: Zack! Y
CreepyPasta OCName: Bloody Razor Knife (or just Razor)CreepyPasta OC by Razor-Antauri
Method of killing: Stabbing or cutting throats
Appearance(picture is optional): Pale skin, 5' tall, short pitch black hair, normally covered in blood, carries around a Laptop.
Clothes: Blue plaid shirt, blue carpenter over-alls, boys size 5 blue Starter shoes that light up, and a white zip-up hoodie. A camo hat, and blue camo AFOs, and a mask that covers his mouth.
Type of Creepypasta(killer,stalker,cannibal,ect.): Killer, sometimes a stalker
About yourself (Your character): Insane, paranoid, ADHD, can't feel pain, suffers from brain damage, has a lot of seizures, walks backwards, and doesn't talk a lot.
Back story: At 4 years old, his family already could tell something was wrong with him. He had seizures almost everyday, causing brain damage. He walked backward, his feet at an inwards angle. But what scared his family, was his LOVE for knifes, and the voices in his head. At 5, he killed his parents, but
Could it be... LOVE? Part 14Jessy: we can always try... *sees Mandarin* Mandarin! We need to ask you something... its about Hal...Could it be... LOVE? Part 14 by Razor-Antauri
Mandarin: What is it?
Jessy: Hal had internal bleeding... and I want to know why Hal was tube-fed when he was young...
Mandarin: Well, sorry but I don't know, all I know is when he was tube-fed he was on earth...
Jessy: *looks at Gibson and Antauri* OK... how old was he?
Mandarin: He was 4 months when he left.
Antauri: He can to us when he was 7 1/2, and left to earth again.
Gibson: He finally came back when he was 12 1/2.
Jessy: how old was I when I came to you guys?
Antauri: You were about 1 1/2, you left. and you came back when you were 8.
Jessy: I don't remember that... all I remember was being Princess Celestia's student... then getting a stone for protection, and met you guys...
Gibson: You were to young to remember that's why.
Jessy: well, now I know... thanks... why don't we ask Hal why he got tube-fed when he was young, when he's
Could it be... LOVE? Part 13Hal: *sees Drake rolling around in the empty hall way* Should you be out here?Could it be... LOVE? Part 13 by Razor-Antauri
Drake: boo? *looks at funny blue and black dude* HABA!!!!
Hal: *shows his demon form, fangs and wings come out and spikes come out of his arms and tail*
Drake: *crawls to Hal's leg and held it tight, he did like a head lock with Hal's leg* Haba!!!!
Hal: *picks Drake up* You're a funny little guy, aren't ya?
Drake: *looks at Hal, babbles* Yes!
Hal: *a little scared* Did you just speak?
Drake: Yes! Vampire!!!!
Hal: *sets Drake on the floor, backs away* You're a new born, you shouldn't be able to talk!
Drake: *looks at Hal* Haba... vampire... me vampire...
Hal: You can't be a vampire, you don't have fangs.
Drake: *smiles, shows his itty bitty vampire teeth* see?!
Hal: Fine. Have you had your first taste of blood, yet?
Hal: Did you drink the red stuff, yet?
Drake: red... yeah! You... bit... me!!
Hal: That not me, I no bite. *grabs a bag of blood from his back-pack* You want this?
Drake: that... look