The Trender Struggle Part 1Things changed in reality when your father doesn’t see you from his expectation, and he wanted you dead because you are weak. That I was forced to learn the hard way when I was spare in the hands of my brother. I looked down at myself when I didn’t live up to my fathers’ expectation because I was lacking of skills. He was wrong about me when my brother believed that I do, but I was glad to have a brother who was cheering like Splendor. I was upset when I was sent to an unknown world to call my own, but I wanted to know what mother thinks of me now. I am not one of the Royal Family again, except I have been just Trenderman.The Trender Struggle Part 1 by GinKyofu13
I could blend like the mannequins within the shopping area, but I lived up to my name. I enjoyed the trends and clothes that fit the style, but it was uncomfortable. Slender have the forest as his territory, but Smexy have the city and Splendor always around too, as well since he and Slenderman shared the forest. I have the mall to myself, b
Things changed in reality when your father doesn’t see you from his expectation, and he wanted you dead because you are weak. That I was forced to learn the hard way when I was spare in the hands of my brother. I looked down at myself when I didn’t live up to my fathers’ expectation because I was lacking of skills. He was wrong about me when my brother believed that I do, but I was glad to have a brother who was cheering like Splendor. I was upset when I was sent to an unknown world to call my own, but I wanted to know what mother thinks of me now. I am not one of the Royal Family again, except I have been just Trenderman.
I could blend like the mannequins within the shopping area, but I lived up to my name. I enjoyed the trends and clothes that fit the style, but it was uncomfortable. Slender have the forest as his territory, but Smexy have the city and Splendor always around too, as well since he and Slenderman shared the forest. I have the mall to myself, but I traveled mysteriously. I was simply a Noppera-Bo, faceless ghost in Japanese except I wasn’t a ghost in reality.
I was the Slender in reality except different, but it was a struggle to find the talent. We weren’t together as a family would, but this is what I was missing in reality. We left our father since he wasn’t a nice person who cares about his children. I tried to explore more about myself on what I could do in reality, but I was nice to give some advice to wondering travelers. I cannot be nice when someone refused to take the advice, but I expressed hostile. I don’t like when people refuse to take my advice and I have my way of doing things differently.
I didn’t want to harm the humans and it was something told me that I have to do. Slender called me the weakest and I disgraced my own family except he didn’t mean to say it. Is it true that I cannot harm the fear anything except I don’t like when people steal things if they didn’t pay. I didn’t enjoy it when annoying brats act like that they know fashion. I don’t like fat woman claimed that she fits a small size, but they cannot mock the old woman if they didn’t make a rule that the elders cannot be cool like them.
There is nothing cool about a person being a prejudice against the older people who thinks that he is a king. Especially spoiled ungraceful brats wasted money for their own selfish needs except they don’t need anything. They wanted to act slutty to get into someone’s pants, but I studied humans more than anyone. I have the one with wisdom unlike Smexy who was cursed with lust and Splendor is more cheerful one. We always the victims of Smexy’s attack, but I felt weak in reality.
I don’t enjoy being Smexy’s victims, but I wanted to snap except I hated myself even more. I saw the dark side of envy when the humans have something more that I was missing. I envied my brother for having a face while Smexy envied for not having a human face except he have a mouth. He wouldn’t dare reveal his eyes since it triggered his rage and sadness.
Everyone has a dark side in reality, but don’t want to express it and I wanted to figure out my own. It doesn’t mean it was easy to master in my opinion, but I wasn’t getting any luck. I have tried too hard to scare since the first time it will be painful. My brothers were able to handle it except for me when I will cry in pain or passed out.
I was forced to learn on my own to feel pain for the first time, except I cannot be close minded like Slenderman. There was a new opportunity to try them out from small to big except I loved humans. It doesn’t mean that I will kill them except for ungraceful brats or those who have no shamed. I didn’t want my brother’s help in coming to terms on which I am now, but there was something inside of me. There is more than meets the eye as I struggle to gain my identity, but I don’t know how many years. I lived up to this plan Trenderman to other people’s eyes, but I am not gay or homosexual.
I wanted to find someone who was like me in the situation, but I am not ready for a family yet. I will not allow anyone to know about it except for Splendor. It was a struggle for me to gain back on top, but I was low on someone to communicate. As I begin to head back home except I don’t enjoy living within the forest, but I was able to find a home to call my own workshop.
I enjoyed swimming in the lake, but I don’t enjoy relaxing on the branch. It ruined my clothes, but it would be a good time to think about what will become later on. Nature is a second home compared to a human life. I lived in my workshop near the woods, but it used to be owned by someone from the past. It took me while to repair the workshop before I called it my own home, but there was something missing.
Once I reached inside of the house, there was a fireplace to my right except it was interesting to have something in it. It was a big room with one doorway leading to the hallway to a spare room and a bathroom to the left. The kitchen was upstairs except there was an empty space across the area except there was a spare staircase led up to the attic. There were two spare rooms except it was small enough to make one a closet and another one to put something else. I am open for endless possibility for improvement instead making my own clothes.
I grumbled under my breath when I explored the place and made sure things were perfect. The Kitchen had shelves and sink, but a working stove. The stove and I don’t get along with me when I tried to make myself breakfast. I never want to go near it until someone was able to help me out. It seemed that there are notes that “the oven is evil”, but the only thing disturbing. There was a dead animal and a human hand burnt. I wanted to hold my breath when I threw it into the garbage.
I felt uncomfortable when I went to another room to see nothing except there was surgery and sewing equipment behind the door. There was a workshop table to the sink after you lift the cover and there was bloodstain from the walls except it was disturbing. There were two cabinets within the room and meat hangers like a torture room except there was the drainage to drain the blood.
It seemed that it was an odd way that someone was making meat factory in their house. It was disturbing, except someone was trying to do organic, but they didn’t clean up after themselves. I was disturbed, but tried not to be. The blood represented me who wanted to kill people who don’t take my advice very seriously. The only one who raised me up when I was the kid; it was Splendor as I thought about. The terrible memories remain when my father wanted to kill me because I was a weak, but what reason? He saw me as a weakling in reality, but he was wrong. What am I? Who am I?
The blood represented something inside my heart of rejection, but it hurts when people don’t take my advice. I see blood everywhere when it wasn’t in clothes alone, but it was something else. I saw someone drinking wine, I saw someone wearing a red scarf. Someone cuts themselves by accident and bled. Something tells me about this room represent my misery when I wanted to continue to do something right. Humanity had an odd way of fashion, but it doesn’t mean that I…
“What are you? Who are you? Are you weak? Are you weird? Why are you like this?”
I reacted when I was shaking in fear when I looked around to see my own father’s reflection and a trademark weapon. I was scared when I was reminded the memories and I was spared, but what am I? I didn’t see myself as a victim anymore. I have been just my own person, but I supported both straights and non-straights.
I was a different person when I enjoyed wearing different outfits, but I could call myself a crossover. I felt calm when I wear different outfits to suit my need, but I am not like the others. I was alone in reality when people continued to neglect the mannequins. I heard them gossiping and thinks of what another person as they wanted to them to feel bad. None like the job and why are they working here, but it was a disgraced in reality. I wanted to do something more than that, except I struggled with my emotion and wondered what could I do?
“What should I do?” I said in my mind, “What should I do now?”
I had a slight struggling on what was on my mind, but I was going insane in reality. I was going insane in my mind, but I decided to keep out of this room. This room is making me more and more insane if I stayed here very long when I locked the door. I made sure that I cleaned everything around the house, but I needed to remove the corpse’s parts. I don’t want to be related to a crime scene, but the only thing surprised me. This had a hidden TV behind the cover above the fireplace when I was surprised that someone got some style. It was disappointment that I couldn’t get anything on TV due to the lack of satellite or analog.
I sighed when I drink my tea, but the walls were blended. I wanted to get some wallpapers to cover it, but it was without any clothes. I never understood why Offenderman go around without pants or shirt, but wears a hat, trench coat, and boots. I was mock of him because I cannot do anything about it, but it was boring since I couldn’t think of one in my mind on what to do.
The next three days, I noticed something was off when I returned back to my usual disguised as a peer mannequin. It was quite odd that there are people wearing short jogging outfits within the window. I stood there like a statue when I watched the people go on by, but I wasn’t the same. I don’t speak except I communicated to them like I was their conscious’ mind. The people were very rude to the customers and there are red flags. Especially, the Fitting Rooms aren’t Love Hotel’s room and there are stains from the clothes. They don’t have any honor when they took advantage an opportunity to get discounts.
The owner doesn’t see it when she stepped out, but they didn’t care. They didn’t care about anything or the customers. They didn’t care when my anger will get the best of me when they don’t care about anything. They took what they wanted while the owner is doing his best do something better for the customers.
“There are three owners aren’t aware of what these ungraceful bitches are doing to the store, but I was so angry that I wanted to kill them. That’s it… That’s it…”
I thought about one thing since the mall is populated in the daytime, I decided to do it in the night. I wanted to hold it off except something told me to “kill” within my mind when I struggled to regain control. My anger was triggered, but I got the pain on my back, but I didn’t know what to do in reality. I didn’t know what to do except it hurts, but the only thing that got me to hold back. It hurts when I felt something poking out of my back and it hurts so much, but I have to keep myself calm.
It hurts when I hated to feel the pain, but it would be soon that I was forced to face it. I was forced to unleash myself from this shell since I was mocked by others, but even my own brothers think that I cannot defend myself. How am I going to do it? Until I noticed someone who had an odd orange hair except I didn’t recognize before when he went past.
“You won’t last long when you rejected your own power…”
His outfit was stitched up with different clothes, but he was disturbing and a mess. He was tall except I knew that he was using a wig and he smelled of a Slender. He was wearing something odd like a doctor except he smelled like blood and skin mixed together with decay. He went past me like I was nothing except I flinched when I heard one sentence. I didn’t say a word when I wanted to say something except I can’t. He was an odd one except what does he means that I will reject my own power. That’s a joke, but if I encountered him. I will tell him in his face that he needed a serious makeover in reality, but could he be sick wearing to make over his face?
I felt a strong pulse of my own body when I felt the pain inside of me with the negative wrestling with the positive inside of me. What’s wrong? I couldn’t move when I fell down on my back and I can’t move to let everyone see me in reality. The customers panicked and one wondered where was the wind is. Where was the wind? The workers thought it was someone playing a prank on me except it hurts inside when I struggled as I tried to get help.
“One is getting old, but don’t worry. It will be replaced.”
I grumbled under my breath when I am thrown out in the garbage like I was nothing. It was a good thing too, since I was able to move around, but I wanted to encounter this “weirdo”. I came out of the Dumpster except I was in ruin and it was disappointed that my clothes were in the mess. I cursed when I landed down on my face, but there he was.
“Nice to see you again!”
“You are the one who telepathized to me!” I replied, “And a bad taste of fashion…”
“You are the one who came in my former home and cleaned up everything around here to make your own…”
“This place was yours?”
“Yes, I used it as a clinic except none of my victims doesn’t show up anymore from those who inhabited the forest. So, I left it behind in reality to move into someplace else…”
“What do you mean “victims”?”
“I have my own way of telling my patients, but when I have an anger problem if they don’t listen to me. If they are annoying me, I had to do something about it in reality makes sure that they shut up. None live they say about the rumors spreading around, but that’s good.”
“You are sick!”
“I am not, but you are in reality when you continued to reject your own powers, but everyone have an advantage. You seemed to deny it more and more since you are the non-violence type, but it will be the end of you. There will always be the…”
He removed his glasses and mask to reveal that he had a stitch on his mouth and over his eyes while he wears a wig. He revealed to me that he was one of us except he had a flaw when he had human fleshes within. He put his disguise back on and took out the mask, but it smelled disgusting. I didn’t have much of a choice when I put it avoid the humans.
“An after effect, my dear brother”
“Who are you?”
“Dr. Faustus,” he replied as we walked out of the alley behind the mall, “my disable friend…”
“I am not disabled,” I said, but there is a denial in that when I was reminded when the doctors informed my Dad behind my back that I wasn’t able to waken my powers anytime soon.
“What my son is a disability?”
“Yes, He had something that we cannot cure, but he will remain like this forever. Your three sons were able to use their abilities except if he tries to use his ability, he will be in pain in reality.”
These were harsh words from what I heard behind another room during my childhood. I had scars when the doctors tortured me with their remedy and it hurts like hell. It hurts when I screamed in terror as my father hated me for being the weakest. None work except it hurts like hell when I didn’t want to feel any pain anymore. It hurts when my father denounced me as a son for being weak and he belittled me from the memories. My brothers kept away from our father as far away as possible, but my brother raised me in reality, not Slender, not Offender, but Splendor. Everyone continued to doubt me, but not Splendor in reality.
“None of the doctors have a cure for how to overcome the disability or disease in reality, but I never was able to figure out who I was…”
“Do you have a disability?” I asked him.
He didn’t say a word when we headed into an isolated area without people, but he was waiting for the right time to show me it. His clothes were a sense of fashion disgrace, but I understood him from the reason why. I wondered what was the disability was when he seemed don’t remember when someone told him that he needed to change his style. It was his original style due to the scars on his face in reality.
“My disability is that I was born without any arms or limps. I wondered if I was an artificial or not since I was caught and born in the tube until I was able to get a cell of my own. They tortured me and tortured me without any stop and trying to break me, but I ended up striking back without question. It took me a few years to realize that they don’t do such cure for my disability, but I tried to deny it. I accepted that I wasn’t weak in reality, but it was others and I think that I was weak…”
I understood him a little when I looked at him in an odd manner, but I grumbled under my breath. He was like me, but he was born without any arms or legs. Who was he using in reality? He was like me in reality except he was odd from his psycho or not when he cracked his neck. He was an odd character as he had an odd way of walking when he continued on and walked right beside him.
“I felt pain from the beginning until I don’t feel anything anymore. My disability was nothing when I discovered my own advantage and disadvantage, but accept the reality that there was no cure in reality. I learned it each time when I killed my victims and used their limbs, but skin to blend in except the skin decays each time.”
“How do you escape?”
“Used your imagination on how did I escape and struggled,” he said to me as he was awkward when he swung the swing in an odd position.
I thought about it for a second when I tried to think of what he had to go too, but could these scars be battle scars from the past. I saw him when he sighed when his mouth was sew as he shows his tongue, or tentacles stitching out of his mouth. He had odd abilities into detaching his limbs and replacing it with another. He was calm and doesn’t feel pain except I didn’t want to see it.
“So, you are?”
“No-one can say that I am unstable or not in reality,” he replied to me, “I allowed it to let it flow and accept it…”
“You have a point, but how could I overcome my disability?”
He explained to me very simply, “By going through pain, but you cannot hold it back against your will since it will bring more pain. You have to accept yourself sine we aren’t human in reality. We are far more advanced than the humans. You may think you are dying, but you are able to get through the pain and unleashed your ability. If not, it will take advantage of you in reality. It will reject you and tried to dominate you, but the females don’t last longer from our kind. I could be wrong, my dear friend since I never met them before.”
I listened to him with curiosity, but it was odd that I couldn’t handle anything painful. I tried to hold back my actual emotions from harming anyone, but there were some people that I wanted to harm or kill. It was for my own reason when my sadistic side wanted me to kill them. I am not going to kill them all except I was going to bring fear back somehow or the other.
If anyone sees me, then I was forced to kill them to make sure that they live the tale. They aren’t going to believe a mannequin will do something like that. He looked psycho except for his own right, but he spoke with a German accent. This was quite odd for him to remain calm in reality. He was an odd guy when he got the twitches and took out his umbrella, but departed from the scene.
“See you later!”
“But we haven’t finished the conversation yet,” I said to him.
“Sorry, but duty calls!” he said.
I wondered what was his duty is, but he seemed to look like a doctor in reality as he put back on his glasses and mask. He left as the wind carried him when disappeared and I was left alone. I wished that the conversation was longer, but it was a possibility that I will meet him again. First, I needed a long shower after being thrown into the garbage, but I got a feeling that I have told to unleash it. It hurts when the tentacles came out of my back and it hurts so much.
“How long have I stored it up?” I said in my mind.
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It had been a doubt that Trenderman was the weakest within the family due to his lack of abilities. There was something about him, that no-one saw him for what he is. He wasn’t always strong from brothers’ standard, but he had skills in fashion designing. He wasn’t the favorite in our father’s eyes, but he was gifted with wisdom in the world.
“Why my father hates me so much? When he noticed me… I am sick and tired of being weak…”
He doesn’t have a highest stamina, but he had his ways. No-one knew about his own abilities and his twisted way of killing. The “Trenderman” is something when he enjoyed human’s fashions and looked at the latest trend. Unlike the family, he was the only one who was able to adapt human’s life. None go near them since we saw them as the disgusting beings.
I heard the words when I saw a shattered mirror to the right as he was breaking down, but I failed as a brother. I saw him as a calm brother was intelligence except I don’t consider him as a weakling. I don’t like the idea of that, but was misunderstood by the others. I could feel an emotional breakdown, but it wasn’t by willpower and it was troubling inside of his mind.
“I am sick and tired of being Smexy’s victims, but I am sick of being ignored. I am sick and tired of being dead last. I hated myself.”
It was quite odd when I notice his workshop, but it was away from us. He envied the humans, but he wanted to be a part of it except he couldn’t due to his appearance. He had a workshop, but it smells like blood. My father doesn’t see it before when I smell animal’s and human’s blood mixed with it. I was the first one to go inside the workshop to see that he have a small bedroom before him and a kitchen from the top floor. The workshop appeared to convert from an abandoned home, but no-one judge my own brother from his intelligence or him as the weakling.
“If they don’t accept me for what I am than they give me no choice,” I saw the words written on the wall.
I saw something odd about the wallpapers as it was made from wolf’s skin, but it was disturbing except interesting. The rug was made out of human skin, but the bones were covert into the furniture. I noticed the two chairs and the table in the middle, but the skulls were served as candle holders. There are a few hanging from the wall and the chandelier disturbing except interesting. He doesn’t get rid of the remains except he recycle them in his own style minus the organs missing.
There was a coat hanger near the brick-made fireplace, except the design was a fake except it was twisted with the skull have bones with hands at the end. I thought Trenderman was weak myself, except he wasn’t any more in my opinion. The bones were aged, but he had been killing from over 100 years. What were his weapons to skin his victims when I saw the door on the opposite side between the bed and shelves containing books? He doesn’t have the televisions, but it was odd that he have the kitchen above his own bedroom.
I checked his bed, but he seemed to buy it with a shelf with video games and consoles underneath except there was a laptop near the shelf. He was the only one immunity from the technology’s malfunction. There are dark secrets that we don’t know about Trenderman when I saw a TV monitor. He had one above the fireplace behind the double doors, but I decided to check the kitchen.
When I took the upstairs and the kitchen was normal except there were dead animals and mannequins on the other side. These mannequins looked eerily as they don’t have any faces like us, but there are some who are rag dolls stitch up with different skins. I wondered who his inspiration behind it was, but my mind wondered why didn’t our father saw anything to him?
He was just a mannequin alone in the family except his skills were extended throughout this year. I remembered unleashing his wrath and Splendor told me that his abilities are awakened. He told me that Smexy threw his favorite book into the lake, but he was calm. He was always the one in the middle to stop the fighting between those except he and Splendor always be Smexy’s victims.
He snapped when Splendor came out with rage except he reveals his mouth and eyes as it was bleeding. He tried to calm him down except beating up Smexy, but he got it coming from Trender’s behalf. Smexy refused to apologize for what happened, but I wanted to see for myself. The mannequins were his victims around me and I looked up to see a table and noticed the masks hanging from the walls.
“Why can’t I be human like them?” as words written on the walls behind the masks, “But everyone sees me as a mere mannequin. It hurts so much, but…”
I headed downstairs to notice something change from the opposite side when I heard footsteps. I noticed a red wheelchair near his bedroom and the door slammed down. There was a cold chill down within the room and the fire blew out as I looked around here. I was concerned for Trender since he hasn’t returned him except it wasn’t like him to stay silent. He was broken down when reality crashed down at him when I looked through another room to see a coffin except it was familiar when we traveled in Japan. I saw the pictures except coffins around the place except they are corpses stood there like statues.
The door was open within the room where I was in with the fireplace, but I didn’t prepare for what happened. I knew Offender have his dislike to not being a Slender while he tried to find love, but he finds love in the wrong places. I cannot stand him when he smelled like he has come out of the Night Club. We have our own standard, but we have a reason to be a fear of humans except for my brothers. I saw them as insects except I have feared them while they fear me. I couldn’t help it when I killed someone except it was what I born to do.
I was a disappointment in the monsters on what the modern time, but do they think that they will bring peace between humanity and monsters. I think not in reality, but I couldn’t believe that I am thinking about a reference of Monster High. Reality hurts like a bitch when you realized that an organization is after us. Offender doesn’t like the isolation except he finds ways to blend in except Splendor is the opposite me since he cared about the humans. He would be the enemy since we are the opposite, but I tried to reason with him. He told me not all the humans are evil, but it doesn’t matter. I brought fear into the humans’ eyes when they mustn’t enter into my territory within night. The rotten brats who have no regrets about what was going to happen if they sneaked out in the middle of the night, but they will cause a downfall with their own family.
I couldn’t help it when I tried not to get my distraction about it as I went into the room to see bloodstains on the walls. I noticed a mannequin with a coat stitched up with different parts of clothing and human skin, but I noticed the animals were roaming around without fur. I took notice that they are dead when I saw the scars on their bodies except they were hostile to me. I went inside of the room to notice the bloodstains in the room, but human skins and skeletons are hanging from the meat hangers with blood dripping from the wall. The clothes were in the laundry baskets near the door and workshop table were between the door and me.
I examined the mannequin with a mask, dark brown hair wig, silver bracelet and black gloves, the pants were mixed with different materials and belts hanging on the side with the one doll head. He had an odd fashion design, but it isn’t his latest one with fishnets, but I am thankful to have a business suit. He had an odd reason to like to get into the latest trend through time to time, except it had a hook hanging with human skin rolled up.
“I tried to convince you to change your style, but I was thrown insult by you and friends. No-one knows me, but you shouldn’t mock someone who was ready helping you out.”
Trender used necromancy to bring the animals back to life, but does that include the humans except the temperature is lower within the room. The eyes were glowing, but this is what I like about it. The light went on when I saw the materials stitched up into the wall and there was a shelf with materials rolled up and ready to be used. A sewing machine was near the cage on the table, and a scroll near the table on the opposite side of the mirror. I checked inside the drawer to see the sewing kit from the first one and the second one has surgery equipment were within a roll-up scroll.
“Offender will be your worst nightmare when you mocked him too, but so will Splendor. They will kill you and your body will not last long forever, except I will reserve your body. There is a lot to do when I always mock to be weak, but you see my true color.”
The last one had masks except I never realized that he have a Pretender in him since these are human mask to fool them. There was a hidden skin on the right when I lifted the cover, but this was possible that he cleaned his own equipment since he skinned or kill his victims. I wondered where he was now, but he hasn’t shown up lately. I heard a noise from somewhere as I tried to track him down instead I fell down into the trap door.
“Slender doesn’t even go out with whores like you! You wasted your body for what for pleasure. You are mistaken.”
I looked around as the light went on and noticed about him as he sat down on the chair before an operating table. I saw him holding a meat cutter as he was upset, but he didn’t notice me. His victims were wrapped up in fabric materials and gagged as his tentacles coming out of his back except it was blended in from his sweater and scarf. The victim was gagging and strapped on the tables with the tentacles coming from his arm. The victim was a woman as she was crying as it ruined the make-up.
“Oh, you wanted to say “Sorry”, but it’s too late!”
I saw him ripped her face off before he decapitated the head and ripped her arms. I saw the shadows took over and the blood splatter around him as his shadow was more frightening when I saw his eyes were glowing in the dark. He used the garden’s scissor as I watched him rip apart at lower slims when I heard he sings a tune as a whistle. He chuckled sadistically as he took his time to throw the head and placed the arms inside of the cooler rack.
“Even though, it is fun to see you “all” screaming in pain as I turned you into dolls and mannequins one by one.”
He noticed something odd when he got the nurses dragging the garbage. He saw them in the bandage except they were in blood as they wheeled the garbage can out of the room. I stayed hidden to watch him as he removed the organs from the inside of the body as he used the scissors. He removed the heart of the woman who will soon become a manikin. As I saw him slide the woman into the tub of wax before he did that. He cleaned the blood out of her corpse and I watched him, allowing the wax took over.
“I will not be mocked ever again, never will. Never ever since I own you now and you are now my fashion slaves. Don’t worry, you will be Young forever…”
He never has been seen like this before when I kept distance as I left the scene without the trace. I departed when I know my mind was at ease and worried about him. It doesn’t matter since it shows the sign that he still got it. He is a Slender after all, but I could have sworn that there was a person behind me as I heard the wheelchair from the background. If father saw him now, he would be proud except he oversaw him as a weakling. I knew father cared about us except he oversaw Trender, but Trender have a reason to be like this right?
One thing that bothers me......One thing that bothers me... by half-rose
When a group request a SKETCH of mine to appear in their group
What the hell?
It's a sketch, I want to post FINISHED ART.
Sketches are unfinished, sloppy and fast,
they are made out of boredom, fun or something random I don't intend to finish or something like it.
And yet...groups request the goddamn sketch...
"oh but it fits the group"
I don't care, I don't want to display an unfinished piece.
"But we have a lot of sketches in the group, everyone submits"
I'm not everyone, am I? No. And it's not because you have sketches in your group and people submit that I'm going to submit too.
This is me when a group requests a sketch.
yet another meme for GeneralCharacter: General of Souls [Elviro Tenebrarum Domini]yet another meme for General by half-rose
1.) Their pet goldfish dies
General: *eats the goldfish* what?
2.) A robber has broken into their house while they are home!
General: *brutally murders the robber, turns his soul into a ghost and later cooks the corpse and eats*
3.) A random person gives your OC a hug!
General: *hugs back and crushes their ribcage to kill, then turns the soul into a ghost and eats the corpse*
4.) Some idiot has challenged your OC to a bar fight!
General: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
5.) Your OC has stumbled upon a basket of abandoned, adorable kittens!
General: ...Snacks! : D *eats the kittens*
6.) Your OC is faced with their worst fear!
General: *rises his army of ghosts* I'm not dying this time, Brother...
7.) Someone has made your OC's favorite food for dinner!
General: *first makes sure there isn't anything in the food and eats it, thanking the said person*
8.) Your OC witnesses someone being beaten up and robbed! What does your OC do about it?
*Deep sigh intensifies*You know one stupid thing I see around a lot?*Deep sigh intensifies* by half-rose
"I did a Creeepypusta and ish iishcawwwyyy! cuz itz a creapupasta and creamypusta is iscwawy1!"
Dude, writing a shit poor excuse of a crappy story for your wrist slicing emo fruit character won't make him scary or shit.
And writing a Creepypasta with no knowledge on the horror genre will NOT make it scary.
This is why many people fail and all stories sucks.
Because they have no knowledge what is really a horror genre story.
They think its 'Blood', 'killing', 'maniacal laughter'
Nope, it's not just that.
one in special literally thought that making his character 'Anonymous' would make it scary.
Want to make something scary?
Get fucking knowledge first.
Go read stuff like stories from
Edgar Allan Poe
Read his stories,
The Masque of Red Death.
The Black Cat.
The Oval Portrait.
Get some knowledge before you go claiming the master of macabre.
What if Ever After High has a fighting game with your favorite characters fighting each other to get their own happy endings? What if Monster High has a fighting game the same element like a fighting game? This will be an interesting concept with the prospective on each character and giving a character a level up to advance their skills. Well, I got the idea from Fighting is Magic since Skull Girls Team actually allowed them to use their engine and it was worth it for all Bronies.
I hoped it wasn’t 3d since it was worth 2D game engine, but it will be a freeware. Even though, it will go the same to Monster High for a good reason, since the Wii U game was very disappointing from the Wii U. I wondered if someone was able to make the game with the main characters fighting each other. It will be more like something out of Street Fighters, Guilty Gears, Blazblue, Marvel VS Capcom, Darkstalkers, King of Fighters, Skull Girls Super Smash Bros Brawl, All-Stars Battle Royal, Persona 4 Arena, Arcana Heart, and Mortal Kombat.
If it was a game: It will be more like a fantasy fighting game except mixed with the South Park: Stick of Truth’s element into it minus the crude and mature humor.
It will be almost like a freeware game for those who are interested in it, but it’s interesting in prospective.
Monster High will properly be a fighting game where you could fight with your monster. It will stay true to the elements for the monsters, but it has also involved their stats, strengths and weaknesses like any monsters. It will be interesting since Monster High and Ever After High have some interesting elements, but they could go a bit far to game less suck.
Seriously, the companies who making Monster High and Ever High Games should make it more challenges instead it is for kids alone. It cannot be kids alone accept it, could be teenagers as well, but something that brings the “Monster Mash” or “Battle Royal” interesting. It could be more inspired if they make it more interesting.
It was the same thing goes to Bratz except I don’t like them, but I don’t like how they make a game for Barbie and Bratz less interesting. It cannot be Girl’s Stuff or anything relating to easy and simple games. It could be more worthy than that, but increased the difficulty to make it more instead of making it less interesting. It cannot be fashion or girly stuff alone except it could sometimes be worth it to have some characters fight to be on top. Skip that part.
If you compared to the fan game known as My Little Pony: Fighting is Magic, this brings a new element of interest. I am glad the original creator involving My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic actually helping the team creating an experience. That is extreme for the Bronies who will go far to make a game like it and I will play it.
Ever After High and Monster High have something more interesting to boost the company’s interest, but it makes it more popular if it was released on the PC, Xbox one, Steam, PS4, PS3, or Wii U as a fighting brawl. It cannot be the companies, but leaves it to the hardcore fans enjoyed the series and the video games. BUT if the idea works… since it will not be released on the consoles yet and the fighting game doesn’t exist yet. But could it be a possible or is it just my mind playing tricks on me with this concept idea? It could bring something more instead of seeing monsters talk about fashions except to see who was worth.
If someone takes the time in researching each character from the web series and books, and are hardcore fans. I know that they won’t be a duel battle since it will start off as a single match between one on one with a supporting cast.
Ever After High Characters – Fighting Roster (Just my opinion, but you are able to open your opinions on what you think about it)
Projectile: Darling Charming, Blondie Locks, Madeline Hatter, Apple White, Holly O’Hair
Offense: Daring Charming, Cerise Hood, Hunter Huntsman, the Son of the Hero of Haarlem
Defense: Clara Lear, Dexter Charming, Lilly-Bo Peep, Lizzie Heart, Cedar Wood, Humphrey Dumpty
Special: Sparrow Hood, Raven Queen, Faybelle Thorn, Melody Piper, Poppy O’Hair
Speedster: Duchess Swan, Briar Beauty, Kitty Cheshire,
Supportive Allies: Jack B. Nimble, Baba Yaga, Professor Knight, Gingerbreadman, characters’ pets, and Tiny (If they released it out)
That’s all I could think of on the top of my head… I haven’t done the Monster High, but I am allowing you to decide…
Note: I am not up-to-date with the news, but the Mane6 are using the “currently” Skullgirls engine. Sorry!
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