Talk:Striker011001

STRIKER

Canada 1999 January 8th-

A little girl around 7 years old was playing outside her small home. Her dark brown hair up in a French braid as her green eyes stared at the grass moving beneath her. Her legs swinging along with the swing she was on. Her name was Kylie Jonesas. A healthy little girl, besides the small metal disorders. Those containing hallucinations and talking to her self. Besides the misfortunes she still had a great life as she grew up. The girl grew bored and threw herself off the swing. She walked forwards her house humming a soft tune. Her dad was passed out drunk when she walked in, she didn’t mind and stepped over him. He never hurt her but was hard to spend time with. Even then she had bigger things to worry about, her birthday was coming up and she was excited greatly.

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The girl was now at her house blowing out her candles as her parents surrounded her singing the last bits of the song. Kylie now was 8, afterwards having some cake.

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Kylie now laid sobbing in the backseat of her moms car. Month’s before her father had to go to the hospital due to his drinking problems giving him liver failure. They visited him at least once a week but Kylie grew bored of him entire just laying there or not moving. She soon slowly didn’t want to go after some weeks and insited to stay in the car as her mother went up to her dads room. —-But her she was present time as her mother had just told her her father died. She remembers his eyes and skin, they were yellow. The image and guilt weighing her down enormously.

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Kylie and her mom sat on the couch. Kylie was 9 and had grown found of a thing called creepy pasta. She was so young yet loved the horror of the killers and thier games. She wished she could relate to them but never had since her life was pretty normal, in her opinion. Her mom was single and was desperate for a man to love. Kylie on the other hand was wanting a father, or so she thought. She never thought to much about it.

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Kylie led crying in her room of a different house. She was 11 and her stepfather who was a retired soldier was pushing to many responsibilities and pressure on her again. Yet she was never hurt physically her mental illnesses and her mental health stood in that place and took all the hits. Her hallucinations had been getting worse due to the stress. Every now and then she would see something in the corner of her eye or hear her stepdads voice yell for her. She had trained her ears to be more alert to hear the different footsteps around the house. Awhile ago she had fell out of the creepypasta fandom but now she was back. What entertained her was doing different spells or summoning for each one, though nothing had yet to happen.

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Kylie was yet having a panic attack on her bed. Listening to music was ok she was doing as she tried to calm herself. It had worked over a timespan of 20 minutes and she grew calmer. She grabbed her phone and searched up another dumb summoning. She hadn’t done these in awhile since she was 11. She was now 12 and was doing one at 1 am. But something happened, when she was done she had saw her step father burst into her room. But he was different, if no one knew already her stepdad was a dog trainer. For protection and obedience. She yelped as he brought up his fist and hit her out cold s she feel limp. ——-She screamed as a dog attacked her as her stepfather laughed. She squirmed and twisted as the dogs teeth bit her or arm harshly. Blood coating her shirt and the new Location that her father had bring her to in the middle of the forest. It reeked of alcohol and her nose done thanks to her great smelling. She screamed in pain as another dog bit her neck and thrashed her around before she went limp. Seeing her father gather thier dogs and walk away. Her mind pondered on where her mother was, little did she know her mother was also gone.

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Kylie gasped as she woke up. Her hands clawing her bloody throat. She was alive yet dead as well. A pit hole in time had given the 12 year old pity. She stood up and went to her bathroom mirror, stepping over her blood on the floor as well. She looked closely into the mirror seeing her eyes were now white. A dull one, her teeth now sharp like a dogs. She brought her hands up and saw her nails into thick claws. She had a scream Cut her investigation short she looked behind her seeing her stepfather screaming in horror looking at her disgustingly. She remembers him screaming for his dogs names and the dogs came into our room and then her bathroom and launched at her yet they didn’t do a thing. They just stood there as they had gotten closer a few feet away from Kylie. Kylie stood there and laughed pointing at her father well stepfather of course she was amused at his attempt to get her hurt. She then had saw her self slitting the throat of her father with her claws yet it wasn’t really her it was a hallucination she giggled and walked closer mimicking her own hallucinations as blood splattered all over her waking her up from her mindless rage.

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Kylie Joanses. The twelve year old girl, who now went by Striker roamed the forest looking for someone to hurt.