New description: your name is (y/n), you've been bullied and neglected from your parents all your life. One day your parents decided to give you away to scientists in exchange for money. The scientists brought in a person, who changed your life for...
Hello my sparkling hoes <333 so school has gotten easier. But the boys are still immature, there's till drama but most has been solved. I've had mixed feelings from m a n y boys, though I don't really care for boys anymore. Anyway enough of my life, it's time you enjoy the fantasy I call, The Creepypasta. (h/l) - hair length (h/c) - hair color Your pov I see Trender walking towards me with a heap of clothing in his arms. "Fucking hell Trender, you really have a lot of clothes don't you?" Trender nods. "Well of course BH, these are my designer clothes that I designed. Anyway, you'll be the one wearing my limited edition!" I gasp in fake surprise. "Oh wow! Totally makes that better! Not." Trender sighs. "Come on it's only for one night! Besides there's only five." I look at him with my arms crossed. "And how many do the others have?" He mumbles. "Pardon?" He sighs. "Three..." "What! That's not fair!" He shrugs. "Can you do it for me please?" I sigh and uncross my arms. "Fine I'll do it." He shoves the dresses into my arms. "Great! They're numbered! I have many makeup artists in hand, you'll find a room with your name on it." I nod and walk around trying to find my room. I see a door with my name on it 'Y/N or Bloody Howler'. Huh Y/N, I haven't been called that in awhile. I shrug and walk in. I see Bloody Painter. "You're a makeup artist?" He shakes his head. "No, he just ran out of trusted makeup artists, so he thought if I'm an artist it can be the same thing. Which I disagree with." "Oh, well that sucks. Anyway where do I change?" He points to a door. "In there." I nod, thanking him. I walk in and see mirrors surrounding me. "Holy fuck..." I've never been a fan of mirrors, especially a shit load of them surrounding me. I breath heavier as I look at my reflection, staring into my fearful eyes. I start to zone out, I hear a knock at the door breaking me away from my zone. "Hey you're taking awhile, are you ok?" I clear my throat. "Y-yeah just give me a sec." "Ok.." I hear Bloody Painter walk away. I pull out dress one. My eyes widen. "Fucking hell there's no way I'm wearing this."
Dress one:
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I put the dress on, putting aside my hate for it. I step out and see Bloody Painter looking at me. "Wow...you look....stunning." I blush and look away smiling. "Thanks Blood- Helen.." He smiles and motions me to come over. "Come on now let's get your makeup done." I nod, I sit in the chair and let him do his magic.
~Time Skip brought to you by Helen's sparking eyes~ Helen smiles and claps his hands. "All done!" I look in the mirror and gasp.
The makeup:
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