The (Creepypasta) You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.The (Creepypasta) by ValentinesDayGreen
Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.
“She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”
You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capitalization error, but now “the” is lowercase. Strange, you think. Usually you don’t even really notice things like that, but you figure it’s just because you’re so tired and pay it no mind as you continue.
Enter ==> Claire|
Yeah pretty fuckin lame name but you will deal with it. You also have THE worst nicknames that include clairebear clariefairy and pyschodelic child (given by 7th grade art teacher your friend never let you live it down.
You have been drawing since you were in 3 rd grade where your life started to suck and you got a bad case of social anxiety.
With friends you are kind honest funny hyper and weird but that's what they love about you.
Without friends.... well.... its like you barely exist.
You want to be a comic writer and animator.