- Invitation Status
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Any.
A rp based on the popular comic made by "Chibby-Works" on deviantart. A comic you should check out. i eat pasta for breakfast by Chibi-Works on DeviantArt
Anyways, back onto business.
You are one of many on a prison transport bus. Well, not a normal one. This transport vehicle seems to have been customized to handle you and your fellow prisoners' "unique" abilities.
And you were released from whatever holding cell at wherever you were held at, into the custody of a strange group of people calling themselves. "Hunters." People who apparently want you and any of your "kind" dead. As stated by them, but rather than administering a means of death upon you, they claim you have to go to a special place in order for that to happen.
And we can't have that now can we?
So a particular group of individuals were given a heads up of your current situation. And have decided to lend a helping hand.
And they're not what you expect.
Essentially, in the RP. Which by the way, isn't completely canon with the comic series made by Chibby-Works. Back onto business. Your character along with everyone else's, will be contacted by Stripes, Zalgo's child or by Slendy himself, your choice. And you have to make a decision.. You can either join the Zalgoid side, and reclaim Lazari from the other CPs she is with. Or join the other side and prevent Stripes' team from reclaiming Lazari.
CS
Main character List - The characters that do need to be played by someone. And do make suggestions.
Rules
Now that most of everything has been covered.
Do have fun!
Here's a little story teaser.
[Location: United States - Unknown. Time: 8:00 PM. Temperature: 60'F ]
It was raining heavily at the holding facility in the middle of nowhere. But, no bad weather was going to stop the large group of men from transporting a line of people. The ones that didn't require more means of containing. As obvious by when a flatbed truck showed up with two large cages. One rattled as something tossed itself around inside of it. Like an animal trying to escape from a trap it was caught in. The other cage had someone who merely kept trying to pull the bars apart, but their efforts were in vain, for the cages were made from something stronger than iron.
"How much longer til they're onboard and we're on our way?" One of the guards asked the other. He sounded young. "A few minutes or so.....They need to secure the freaks in the cages first." The second guard responded in a gruff aged voice. "Why are those ones in cages?" A third guard walked over. The second merely responded with. "Because, those ones are the type you can't leave unattended when in a straight jacket. We lost a large number of good men securing them. Which covers the overall number it took to capture the both of them." He finished, looking over the line now. "Don't worry, you all caused trouble for us." He called out to the people in the lines.
A fourth guard walked up the other three.
"Was the package secured?" A feminine voice said to them. "The freaks in the cages. Almost." Guard one responded, but the fourth guard merely shook her head. "No. The package." The way she said that jolted the guard's memory.
"Oh. Him. He's secure. Quite easily, as if he was allowing us to contain him. I think he has something planned." The third guard gave the guard's head a smack. "You're just paranoid. Just relax. Once they get them all onboard, we won't have to deal with the likes of them ever again." With that little comment made, the guards merely nodded in agreement.
A few moments later, the prisoners were onboard the transport, and on their way to who knows where.
All the while, a figure merely watched. "Let the games begin."
Anyways, back onto business.
You are one of many on a prison transport bus. Well, not a normal one. This transport vehicle seems to have been customized to handle you and your fellow prisoners' "unique" abilities.
And you were released from whatever holding cell at wherever you were held at, into the custody of a strange group of people calling themselves. "Hunters." People who apparently want you and any of your "kind" dead. As stated by them, but rather than administering a means of death upon you, they claim you have to go to a special place in order for that to happen.
And we can't have that now can we?
So a particular group of individuals were given a heads up of your current situation. And have decided to lend a helping hand.
And they're not what you expect.
Essentially, in the RP. Which by the way, isn't completely canon with the comic series made by Chibby-Works. Back onto business. Your character along with everyone else's, will be contacted by Stripes, Zalgo's child or by Slendy himself, your choice. And you have to make a decision.. You can either join the Zalgoid side, and reclaim Lazari from the other CPs she is with. Or join the other side and prevent Stripes' team from reclaiming Lazari.
CS
Appearance:
Name:
Alias:
Race:
Age:
Hair C:
Eye C:
Weight:
Height:
Weapons: What they would use had their weapons not have been taken away.
Abilities:
Disabilities:
Personality:
Relations: In order words, has your character heard of the rest prisoners or of certain legends..?
Side note:
Name:
Alias:
Race:
Age:
Hair C:
Eye C:
Weight:
Height:
Weapons: What they would use had their weapons not have been taken away.
Abilities:
Disabilities:
Personality:
Relations: In order words, has your character heard of the rest prisoners or of certain legends..?
Side note:
Main character List - The characters that do need to be played by someone. And do make suggestions.
Slender-Man -
Jeff -
Jane - Rae Rae
Ben -
Eyeless Jack -
Laughing Jack -
Masky -
Toby -
Hoody -
The Rake -
Zalgo -
Stripes -
Bleeding Man -
Rodger -
Lulu -
Lazari -
Jeff -
Jane - Rae Rae
Ben -
Eyeless Jack -
Laughing Jack -
Masky -
Toby -
Hoody -
The Rake -
Zalgo -
Stripes -
Bleeding Man -
Rodger -
Lulu -
Lazari -
Rules
1: Be respectful
2: No Mary Sues/Gary Sues.
3: This is more of a suggestion, do make long posts.
4: We know life does throw a curveball, but do let everyone know if you can't post or do anything.
2: No Mary Sues/Gary Sues.
3: This is more of a suggestion, do make long posts.
4: We know life does throw a curveball, but do let everyone know if you can't post or do anything.
Now that most of everything has been covered.
Do have fun!
Here's a little story teaser.
[Location: United States - Unknown. Time: 8:00 PM. Temperature: 60'F ]
It was raining heavily at the holding facility in the middle of nowhere. But, no bad weather was going to stop the large group of men from transporting a line of people. The ones that didn't require more means of containing. As obvious by when a flatbed truck showed up with two large cages. One rattled as something tossed itself around inside of it. Like an animal trying to escape from a trap it was caught in. The other cage had someone who merely kept trying to pull the bars apart, but their efforts were in vain, for the cages were made from something stronger than iron.
"How much longer til they're onboard and we're on our way?" One of the guards asked the other. He sounded young. "A few minutes or so.....They need to secure the freaks in the cages first." The second guard responded in a gruff aged voice. "Why are those ones in cages?" A third guard walked over. The second merely responded with. "Because, those ones are the type you can't leave unattended when in a straight jacket. We lost a large number of good men securing them. Which covers the overall number it took to capture the both of them." He finished, looking over the line now. "Don't worry, you all caused trouble for us." He called out to the people in the lines.
A fourth guard walked up the other three.
"Was the package secured?" A feminine voice said to them. "The freaks in the cages. Almost." Guard one responded, but the fourth guard merely shook her head. "No. The package." The way she said that jolted the guard's memory.
"Oh. Him. He's secure. Quite easily, as if he was allowing us to contain him. I think he has something planned." The third guard gave the guard's head a smack. "You're just paranoid. Just relax. Once they get them all onboard, we won't have to deal with the likes of them ever again." With that little comment made, the guards merely nodded in agreement.
A few moments later, the prisoners were onboard the transport, and on their way to who knows where.
All the while, a figure merely watched. "Let the games begin."
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