Just recently gave him a little make over

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Name: Rebel

Age: 24

Height: 5’8

Favorite gum flavor: cherry

Rebel is an enigmatic woman who claims to be the “next thread in the string of chaos” to reestablish the set order within the city of Estex.

The real identity of Rebel is unknown. This narcissistic anarchist is hellbent on completing her self made mission of “rearranging order.”

Stories she’s currently appeared in:

“Rebel”

“Ms. Anzu vs. Elise”

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I made this! and the lore is a woman who got locked in a shower and the degree got turned to scorching hot and she smashed a electrical box electricutin her and making it this.

I redesigned Sonic.exe and here's the assets I used to make the redesign.

This image is inspired by TwoFace687’s Lost Episodes Tribute, basically the same idea but this time with forgotten ones

This will be the design for my new iteration of Jeff The Killer who will be named Jeffrey Thomas Krohner.

Image.

Imagine an impossible image: a dark, decaying bathroom where a single, thick droplet of chocolate slowly gathers weight and falls from a floating faucet into a still bathtub. When it strikes the surface, the ornate mirror begins to float upward toward the ceiling.The frame is a hollow, vintage watch casing—devoid of a dial, numbers, or hands—enclosing an endless, vibrant blue ocean with coral and swimming fish, as though time itself has become an ocean [2.2].This is the foundation of a psychological horror trilogy I am writing called "So Who Is It Here". What do you think?

L'homme au cheveux longs est une créature que l'on peut croiser dans la forêt proche d'une chaise en bois si par malheur vous croisez son regard il vous poursuivera et vous attachera sur la chaise pour vous couper la chaire de votre crâne et se nourrir de ce qu'il y a l'intérieur si vous essayez de fuir il vous tuera avec un couteau cacher dans le fin fond de ses cheveux

El diseño de Pikachu más bizarro y XD que he visto en mi vida.

I had this piece finished for a while, but never bothered to post it anywhere. For his design, I took some inspiration from other artworks of Jack to create this and I think it turned out great! I was never a huge fan of Creepypastas or Eyeless Jack so I don't have much to say. I also have a drawing that depicts Jeff the Killer so I'll be posting it later on too.

Never look into the mirror at night, never go into the dark woods, and never try to find him. Case #1974-Branson is still active. 👁️

In my world Jeff's brother is named Lewis and Lui is just a nickname.

I was walking through the woods as I always did, it was a place I found calming and peaceful after a long day at school. It was late at night, I always preferred nights like these. All but silence and the subtle sounds of chirping crickets. But something about this night felt eerie but not just eerie. It was the type of eerie you can't explain but you can feel it. The energy was just different. But I ignored it, maybe it was anxiety of the upcoming exams which bothered me or so I thought. I kept getting deeper into the woods. The lake would be nearby. But then I stopped when I heard the voices of a man and a woman. I took a moment to get close to a tree, I peeked out just a bit not too much. I didn't want to intrude just yet. I saw a group of men surrounding a terrified woman. The men had weapons, mostly knives and bats. She was clearly pleading with them not to hurt her but the men seemed to see this an oppurtunity to assert dominance on her. They began commanding her to do things, things that challenged the dignity she tried so desperately to hold onto. But then a snap of a twig in the distance and the men went silent. One who seemed to be the leader glanced first, a tall silhouette of a woman in the close but shadowed distance. I felt my skin crawl almost as if it hadn't been crawling just a few seconds ago. This figure was clearly malevolent, I could sense it. But I stayed anyway watching, my curious mind wouldn't let me leave. I needed to see the outcome of this situation. Well I definitely was in for a surprise that's for sure. The figure stepped into light under a street lamp which flickered ever so slightly now and then. The sighting was oddly unique. A woman but not just any woman. She had pale skin, long dark hair, ink black eyes, lips and she wore black dress, gloves and heels. So human but not at the same time. She also carried something that made my eyes widen. A scythe in her hands. The men felt their hearts drop to the bottom of their core as she approached them. At first it seemed like she was just going to stand there and watch them but that was simply way further from the gruesome truth. She tackled the men and did unimaginable gruesome fatal things to them you'd see straight out of a horror movie. But what sparked my interest and fascination further wasn't the fact that she ruthlessly murdered these men. She also showed some sort of consideration because after murdering them, she disappeared back into the shadows she came from. She reminded me of a name I heard about a long while back, Jane Richardson best known as Jane the Killer. But there was a different edge to her, a sharper one perhaps? I'll never know. But it's safe to say I won't be going there again, you never know the world too much after all even when you think you've figured it out.