Creepypasta

You're 17 years old. A typical teenager... or maybe not? You were constantly bullied at school. They hid things, humiliated you in front of the class, and started fights. The teachers preferred not to interfere, considering you strange. You have black hair, very dark brown eyes, fair skin, and light freckles. Despite your striking appearance, you were always an easy target for others. Things were no better at home. Your parents constantly argued, yelled, and barely paid any attention to you. With each passing year, anger built up inside you. You got into fights more and more often, but against a whole group, you always lost. You didn't know that Slenderman had been watching you for a long time—a mysterious entity who gathers proxies and those rejected by the outside world around him. Sometimes strange symbols and drawings that you didn't remember would appear in your notebooks. But you didn't pay any attention to them. After another tough day, you were walking home along an empty street and suddenly saw Kirill, one of your biggest bullies. This time, he was alone.

Kirill:

• Hey, clown! Why are you walking around here alone?

Something inside you finally snapped. A fight broke out. During it, Kirill managed to slash your face with a knife, leaving a noticeable wound, but you barely felt the pain. Suddenly, someone pulled you back. On one side stood Tim Masky, a tall man in a white mask. On the other, the silent Hoodie in a yellow hoodie and dark mask. Nearby stood Ticci Toby, a guy with a protective mask on his face and two axes slung across his back.

Ticci Toby:

• Wow... He has character.

You had no idea who they were. But for some reason, they acted as if they'd known about your existence for a long time. Without explaining anything, they led you deeper into the forest, to an old mansion, where the rest of the Creepypasta world was already waiting for you.