The Distant Type [On Hold]
OHSHC X Male OC X Creepypastas
Xai's never been the one for violence- oh, who am I even kidding? He's... how do you explain it?
He's somewhat mentally disturbed. He's the type of guy to not scream if he saw someone gutted and laying in his bed. He's the type of guy that would drink up blood if it wasn't illegal.
He still can scream if he gets hurt, though. I mean, he's just a human like the others.
Even though he's forced to keep it inside, he practically imagines the blood that he could shed, each and every day at random times. Instead, he has to fake it with what others - if they even could get it through their hollow skulls - considers a wimpy shy act until he... eventually snaps someday.
I mean, come on! All he does is fake a stutter and make his voice have a frightened tone and bingo. He's perfect to be an actor.
The only people who know about his true nature are the people who he had blackmailed to keep quiet about it. But, they're all back in America; Dakota to be exact.
He thought that if he moved out of the country and into Japan, that his past would never exist. Fortunately, it managed to work, although it would be stuck in his mind forever. Xai started to enroll into Ouran Academy, a school where pimps did almost whatever they wanted as long as it related to being fancy.
The only thing wrong with his idea?
He would never come back the same...
Thankfully, the people hidden in the forest helped him, whether he wanted it or not.
*cover doesn't belong to me
NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR XAI!
March 2016 - Present