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Ivy Alex Munroe, AKA Secret CreepyPasta OC
Name: Ivy Alex Monroe
Age: 17-19 in appearance, but is a little over 100 in reality.
Hight: 6' 1"
Zodiac Sign: Ares
Ethnicity: Mix, but turned out pale
Species: Homosapian, matured- Shadow dweller, Fire speaker.
Favorite Color: Midnight blue
Mother: Maria Anita Pabilo
Father: Felix Logan Monroe
Personality: Shy and quiet when you don't know her. When you do, she has a free spirit and doesn't like to be told what to do.
Friends: Slenderman, Smile Dog, Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless Jack, and Ticci Toby
Enemies: Zalgo, Rake
Likes: Drawing, Music, playing, reading, anime, manga
Dislikes: Rude people, idiots driving, haters
Hobbies: Sitting out side enjoying the sun when it's not to hot, drawing, playing on a computer
Weapons Choice: Shadows
In a Relationship: unknown
Famous Quote: Always believe in yourself, never give in and I promise
Life With A Secret (pt. 3) [creepy pasta]"I see... What else can you remember? Anything?"
"It was a memory I wish I'd never remembered..." She said quietly.
"Oh? This sounds interesting." Suddenly the voice is much closer than before, laced with excitement. "Please, continue. I'd love to hear your story..." A tear streams down Ivy's face.
"My parents deliberately left me here when I was little. Just for calling Alex. I was just scared because they took me here and they took me in do deep. When I tried to follow them out, my dad hit me. He told me to stay. Everything was so dark. They left me. I waited for who knows how long, until I decided to start home. Thing was, I didn't know how to get back. I swore I was going in circles. So then I got the idea to leave my only source of warmth here as a marker. I never got it back because I found my way out. But the entire time, I felt like someone was watching me. I've never slept without my lamp off since then or my dagger next to my bed. I've been so... Distant. Except for when I'm
Life With a Secret [creepy pasta]Ivy sat on a rock by a stream, were sun snuck through spots in the trees, looking around and sketching in a small, black book. As a soft breeze rustled the trees, the leaves' shifting shadows revealed something shiny at the base of a nearby tree, glinting in the sudden exposure to sunlight.
As she looked around, Ivy saw something at the base of the tree, catching her attention. She got up and went over to it, setting her sketch book aside. It was a hardcover edition of the novel Holes, the cover wrapped in a shiny but beaten clear plastic sleeve. Stamped on the corner is the local library's seal.
"Huh, I've never seen this. How did this get out here?" She hated seeing a book outside like this. She was a book girl. That's how she got most of her inspiration, by reading stories. She picked the book up and dusted some dirt off the back. She went and sat back on the stone with the book in her lap. Something about the book seems different. Though it looks normal enough, it's as if some invi
Life With A Secret (pt. 9) [creepy pasta]"Ah. So, do you think I'd become a proxy?"
The girl blinked. This question was unexpected. "...Why...? To whom?"
"I don't know. With Slenderman on my ass, don't you think it'd have to mean something?"
"He could be hunting..." She trailed off. "Slenderman? So you DO know his name? Interesting..."
"Like I said, somethings came back. And the others are Masky and Hoody."
"Hmm..." The girl taps her chin thoughtfully, and then sighs. "I really want to read the rest of your story... But I can't if it hasn't happened...!" She sounds incredibly frustrated and disappointed, huffing and crossing her arms with a pout. "This is why I hate reading series until they're finished."
Ivy gives a chuckle. "I'm sorry... If you want, I can tell you how I got my nick name."
"Nickname?" Her interest is perked. "Hmm, you mentioned that... A secret nickname, I believe that's how you referred to that..." She smiled sweetly and nodded. "That would be very nice."
"My nickname is secret. Like, that's what it is."
CreepyPasta Friends- READ THIS NOWTo all my CreepyPasta friends, you will love my dad after this.
So me and my dad are watching Untamed and Uncut on netflix and it's one with an anaconda incident. We end up debating something about ways the people should have tried to get the thing to release it's jaws from the person's arm.
He said that the should have just killed it with a garden hoe. I told him that the snake still lives a long time afterwords. So I end up pulling up a video I found with a snake head. He said that was a little weird. I end up saying it's creepy. He knows that I like creepypasta, so he comments,
"Yes it's creepy... But is it Creepypasta?"
All in all, I ended up laughing my ass off.
link to video- http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SAQPZaFH3QY
I know it's been done before...I know that 7 minutes in heaven has been done befor for creepypasta but :iconblackrose161: and I are doing another one. It will be cp x reader and there will be lemon sequals for some of them.
Not only will they be posted on my page, but they will be posted on hers as well. Make sure to look at her art pieces as well. They are amazing.
The Tall Tree~Slenderman x Reader
There was always this one tall, lanky, weak, and old tree in your fenced-in back yard.
It was always there when you woke up.
It was always there when you played outside.
It was always there on rainy days.
But... It just stood there. Staring at you. Only, with no face.
You've asked his name many times, only you'd never get an answer. You tended to play with it. You had plenty of other friends, but it was special. He was someone who grew close to you. You tried to tell your parents about it, but they'd always say it was your imagination.
You knew it was more than that, though. You knew there was a bond between the two of you.
It was 12 years since you talked with it. He was still anonymous, and stayed mute. When you packed your things to leave to college, you saw a note on the same wrecked tree, though it wasn't there...
The Trust Game~Masky x Reader"If I could get everyone to make their merrily way over here, that would be spectacular!" Splendor called out in his usual bubbly mood as all the Pastas gradually took their time to circle around the smiling man. "I have begun to take notice that many of you are having trouble trusting each other... And so I have decided we play a fun game of where each of you will be partnered up with someone to fall back, and your partner catch you." He paused to wait for small reactions. "This should scientifically increase our trust issues." He adds.
There were grunts and groans of exhaustion. You listened in as he took of his hat and held it in front of himself, waiting for them all to drop an item into the hat that represents themselves. Sighing, you pulled out your (color) hair-tie and plopped it into the hat once it was your turn to drop something in.
After everyone had put something in, even Slenderman, everyone stood frozen before Splendor and he smiled, giving the hat a light shake bef
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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