Random OC

NIGHTIME DUSKHAIL

creepypasta (sort of style).....

Name: Nightime Delta Duskhail

Gender: Girl

Age:17

Appearance: A grey to black ombre hoodie, Ripped jeans, Brown hiking boots and White and Creme coloured headphones. She Has 2 different eye colours the left is a light Creme-ish Yellow, The right is fully white as if she is blind in that eye (But is not!!), Crimson hair with a Lighter Crimson highlight and Sleeper earrings and her hair is a dark hazelnut colour normally in a bun or ponytail.
story:

Nightime was a 17 year old girl.Her mother died at the age of 4 days old, she was found dead  in the cafeteria of the hospital with her right arm cut of and some carved language on her left leg. Her two older brothers and father were very abusive mentally, they blamed Nightime for her mothers death and almost everyday they teased about her name. Nightime just  pushed the word aside thinking about the dreams she had. Her dreams weren't normal, infact they were normally full of murder and what anger she felt.

date: 11/ 9/2022- her birthday-

Nightime woke up late that day. Her brothers were  spoiled on there birthday but hers was spent at the cemetery from 1pm to 5pm, five sad and dark hours of them staring at nightime in disgust. However she didn't wake up because it was her dream, this dream she liked and wanted to stay in it. the dream was about  running around playing in the woods across the road, letting her brothers chase her far into them. soon enough her eldest brother came in with something behind his back. Nightime sniffed the air unintentionally and grabbed his hand, the brother was in shock while the large kitchen knife was brought out to the light.

"you. are. a. disgrace." he said kicking her side, he griped the knife and cut three marks on her right eye.

two weeks later the mental abuse turned into physical beating her up everyday for no reason. However one night. Her dream was different than all the others, she couldn't escape it. a full black dream, dark as the night and all she could hear is a faint word....

"Father...." she heard. almost instantly after that a picture or rather a memory of her mothers carved left leg showed.

"YOUR FATHER DID" she heard, the sound grew louder and louder until..... she realised the word on her mothers leg, they were spelt backwards and upside down.... it spelled out betrayal from wreckel, her dads real name.

she woke up sweat dripping all over her face and palms.

"he....killed my mum" she mumbled to herself. angered she went to see her father but before she could reach him in the kitchen, her brother smacked her with a pole knocking her out cold.....

when she woke up now angered as ever her eyes looked more vibrant her pupils turned into slit-like and a paw scar was on her left shoulder. Completely enraged she quietly snuck out of her room before putting on her favourite mask over her mouth and her favourite bandanna over her eyes. Her brothers were playing with their games, and she took this opportunity. sneaking behind them a survival knife in hand she stabbed her brother through the shoulder and covering their mouths with a piece of cloth, she walked up her other brother watching his brothers eyes turn dead-like.

"oh what a sad, sad tail this is" nightime said turning her head toward the other brother

"what kind of si-" her brother muffled.

"oh me, im offended our father is the one who killed OUR mother" she spoke getting creepier 

"oh but wait, i could never kill my favourite older brother now can i?" she said not waiting for an answer, she left her brother in the room. she walked up behind her father, hands behind her back 

"father, why must you hate me so" she spoke sweetly but creepily.

"your the reason my wife died" he said turning his back to her. she pulled out her knife and stabbed him through the heart, watching him choke on the air and fall down to his knees.

"oh you silly goose, stop making a scene" she said before he dropped dead, lifeless.

Nightime went to the door and put on her favourite black Bennie and her only gift from her mum, which was white and creme headphones. she walked out the door leaving a note on the door for the police.

note:

Oh you silly goose,

stop making a scene.

Breaking News: Countless murders have happened since the death of wreckel duskhail. all things that they have in common is a note saying "oh you silly goose, stop making a scene". Please if you know who is responsible please contact the police immediately"

The end....

A/N----i hope you guys like my OC creepypasta ( sort of) i tried...😆

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