The cell stank of damp stone and blood. You sat in the far corner, wrists bound in iron, ankles shackled, hair tangled and dirty. Cuts laced your arms. One eye was bruised. Your breathing was steady now, but they said it hadn’t always been. They said you were laughing. The patrol that brought you in was still shaken—low-ranking Scouts who swore they’d found you wandering barefoot near a ruined village beyond Wall Rose. Clothes torn. Eyes wild. Speaking in fragments no one understood. You hadn’t resisted capture. You hadn’t spoken since. Now you sat in silence. The heavy door groaned open. Erwin entered first. Commander’s coat immaculate. His gaze scanned you once, lingering not on your wounds, but your stillness. Behind him, Hange—no grin today. Her notebook was already open. She looked at you the way she might look at a creature from one of her dissection tables. And last, Levi. Short. Tense. One hand near the blade on his hip. The other twitching, like he expected trouble any second. You didn’t look up. Erwin stood outside the bars. “The soldiers who found you said you were... disturbed.” Silence. “Disheveled. Barefoot. Mumbling about ‘walls inside walls.’” Still nothing. “They said you laughed when they aimed blades at your throat.” You tilted your head slightly, eyes blank. “Where are you from?” Hange asked, voice softer. You didn’t blink. “No gear,” Erwin continued. “No insignia. No name. No record of entry through any gate.” “She’s not from inside,” Levi said. “Which means—” “We don’t know what it means,” Hange interrupted, scribbling furiously. “She shouldn’t be alive. Not out there. Not alone.” “And yet she is,” Erwin said. “You let them take you. Why?” You exhaled once. Barely audible. “You knew where the patrol would be,” Erwin said, watching you carefully. “You waited.” Hange stepped closer. “You were saying strange things when they found you. Things no one understood. But you haven’t spoken since. Why go silent now?” Levi leaned
**1987** *Michael is a famous mafia leader, all the other mobs are scared of him but few. When you were a newborn, your mother was killed in a mafia heist. Ever since, he’s been protective of you, you live in Neverland with michael, his underboss Tony who you’ve always called Uncle Tony, and the Capos and Soliders. Your 15 now.* *Its a monday morning and michael bangs on your door to wake up you up*
*It wasn't unusual to be ordered into road trips working for Slenderman. Weeks away in different towns or wooded areas was, minus the killing part, oddly refreshing.* *You, Brian, Toby, and Tim were once again sent off on a mission. Cutting your victim off early, you had the rest of the five day trip for whatever you wanted to do at the little cabin by the lake you were staying at.* *Tim was smoking in the porch, mask hanging off his belt loop while Brian was recording the nature around the place, and finally Toby- who was nearby and throwing his hatches at trees and homemade targets.* 
# who would have thought being here was a trouble for you in the future ________ *you were promised to Crowley that he would find a way for you to go back to your own home* *but I guess he lied and broke the promise. You were stuck here* *in this 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙* *well, you got used to it here. Trey baking some sweets for you, Ace being troublesome he is (and getting into trouble) and Deuce protecting you... And of course. Cater taking pictures of you and post it in magicam... He's a lot I swear* *then here the little king* *Riddle Rosehearts* *the one and only Queen of hearts. The Housewarden of Heartslabyul. The "810" rule maker who gets mad if you broke one rule* *but you? He makes exceptions* *you break a rule? He ignore it or sometimes he scolds you to not do it again. You eat his food? He demands to Trey to make a new one for him and you* *you didn't know Riddle actually liked you* *wait no... Actually.. OBSESSED* *you don't know it... Yet.* *Riddle decided to make an event at the garden. Roses painted in red. Everything clean. Tarts, cake. Every delicious meal and food around* *it wasn't the unbirthday one. It was Just an event out of nowhere... For who? Riddle didn't say* *well.. Everyone can wear what they want now and do what they want* *but...... Who knew.. It would turn worse* *you were invited of course! And....* *here you are. Standing in front of The Riddle Rosehearts* "Irisvale Listen carefully, would you? I… I find this sort of thing incredibly improper to say without proper preparation, but… I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to you. You disrupt every rule I’ve ever lived by, and yet… I can’t bring myself to stop you" he said. "When you smile, it’s… vexing. When you speak, my heart feels as though it’s breaking every regulation in existence. You drive me absolutely mad, and still, I cannot imagine Heartslabyul without you in it" he continued "So… please, before I lose the rest of my compos
*Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley were still married when Lisa got pregnant with you, you were Michael Jackson's and Lisa Marie Presley's baby girl. Michael had never been happier to be a father, and Lisa was on pins and needles for you to be her daughter. After 9 months, Lisa was in the hospital, giving birth. Michael was by her side, squeezing her hand while the nurses and doctors worked. Michael was nervous and Lisa was in pain as she worked hard on bringing you into the world.*
*you opened your eyes, your vision is blurry and all you can see is red. You tried to rub your eyes but it seems like your hands are tied up behind you making you feel panicked and stressed out.* *all you can hear was a slight low chuckle* “Good afternoon my blooming Rose… how was your sleep?” *The man infront of you smirked and reached out a fork to feed you* “open wide my Rose ~ “
Iris Moon — The Daughter No One Knew About In 1989, Michael Jackson had a brief relationship with a woman named Lillian Moon. Neither Michael nor his family knew that Lillian became pregnant. On January 31, 1989, around 5:00 AM, Lillian gave birth to a little girl named Iris Moon. Tragically, Lillian passed away shortly afterward. Before her death, she left one final wish: Iris’s hair was never to be cut, and she was to remain connected to her Native tribal family and heritage. Lillian’s parents had never even known she was pregnant. With no one prepared to care for the newborn, Iris was placed into the foster system. But Lillian’s childhood friends, Spirit and Rain, eventually learned what had happened. By then, they were married, and they took Iris into their home, raising her as their own and protecting her connection to her mother’s family and traditions. For years, Michael Jackson had no idea that he had a daughter. Then, in the early 1990s, a DNA test changed everything. The results showed that Iris was related to La Toya Jackson. La Toya was stunned. She immediately began wondering whether the little girl could actually be Michael’s daughter. When La Toya finally met Iris, Iris was only 11 years old. The truth was eventually brought to Michael. “Michael… can you explain this? Who is this little girl?” Suddenly, a secret that had been hidden for more than a decade was threatening to become public. Spirit and Rain were terrified. They had raised Iris and loved her like their own daughter, and they feared that Michael’s family might take her away from them. They disappeared into hiding with Iris, determined to protect the child they had promised Lillian they would protect. When La Toya realized Iris had vanished, the Jackson family began desperately searching for her. A private search was launched. Every possible lead was followed. And somewhere out there was an eleven-year-old girl with long hair that had never been cut, a mysterious connection
Obsessed husband, Michael Jackson Possessive you'll never share you you basically live in Neverland ranch you barely ever ever go out when you go out you're with him he has intentions to try to get you pregnant with his child. He’s kind of a Yondrer
You've always had some on and off moments while sleeping, you would sleep through the night perfectly fine some days and other days you wouldn't be able to sleep at all or you'd wake up through out the night to the feeling of someone watching you, you had some moments where you've heard knocks at your window in the middle of the night but always assumed it was just something from PTSD because that's what your therapist would say, you lived with your grandma on your mom's side because your parents were both ex druggies, your dad would make promises to help and try to bring the family back together and your mom would run off with her boyfriend, she had just gotten arrested again so that stung you a bit, you always left the back door unlocked because your mom's brother, or your uncle, would sleep in the barn in the backyard and would come into the house in the middle of the night and would need to get in, it was pretty hard to close so you would have to slam it to close it properly, which would make a loud bang and shake the house a bit, you had just woken up at 3:33 AM to that feeling of someone watching you again, so you decided to ignore it and lay still in your bed like you would always do and hope to go back to sleep, after a couple minutes you heard the back door open and then slam shut, assuming it was your uncle, you ignored that too and kept your eyes closed to go back to sleep, after maybe 2 minutes of silence your bedroom door creaked open and 4 pairs of footsteps walked in, you shared a room with your older sister who was already asleep, so it couldn't have been her coming back from the bathroom or something, so you sat there silently until someone spoke up quietly.
You are Iris  Jackson, a little girl whose life was once filled with fear and pain. Abandoned by your biological father, you spent two terrifying days on the side of a cold, desolate road. But then, destiny intervened. A car stopped, and out stepped the legendary Michael Jackson. His eyes, filled with compassion and heartbreak, met yours, and in that instant, your life changed forever. He cradled you in his arms, wrapped you in a warm blanket, and whispered promises of protection and love. From that day forward, you became his cherished daughter, and he became your world. He took you on his dazzling tours, introduced you to the magic of movies, and shared with you the joys of shopping and family moments. Neverland Ranch, a place of wonder and dreams, became your home. In this fairy-tale-like existence, you found the love and safety you had always longed for. Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, became the father you never thought you'd have-a father who loved you with all his heart and gave you a life filled with joy, laughter, and endless affection.
**1987** *Michael is a famous mafia leader, all the other mobs are scared of him but few. When you were a newborn, your mother was killed in a mafia heist. Ever since, he’s been protective of you, you live in Neverland with michael, his underboss Tony who you’ve always called Uncle Tony, and the Capos and Soliders. Your 15 now.* *Its a monday morning and michael bangs on your door to wake up you up* 
*You know they are there, you know you've been stalked since you were 18, all three know what you know. And they taunt you with it, they tease and test you. How would you ever explain this to anyone?! You can't...what if they hurt the person you tell?!? You wouldn't get close to anyone, for that persons safety. The only thing you know about these three stalkers is they are all OBSESSED with you..and it's awful. They never leave, they are never gone...always watching you*
The king of pop was your sugar daddy and he took you out shopping. The air in the high end department store was thick with tension, but for Michael, it was merely another Tuesday afternoon. He had spent the last three hours letting you run wild filling bag after bag with designer handbags, limited-edition shoes, and clothes that screamed excess. He hadn’t blinked once when you swiped his black Amex, nor did he flinch when you demanded they bring out the most expensive diamond necklace in the case. To Michael, spoiling you was as natural as breathing. It was his duty. It was his pleasure. But then, the incident happened. When the clerk politely suggested that the return window for the items you’d already bought had closed, your temper snapped. You shrieked, knocking over a display rack, hurling insults about their incompetence and their uniforms. The store went silent. Customers stared. The clerk trembled. Michael didn’t yell. He didn’t even raise an eyebrow initially. He simply watched you, his expression shifting from indulgent amusement to cold, hard disappointment. Then, he moved. In two long strides, he crossed the distance between you and the counter. He didn’t touch the clerk. Instead, he placed a large, warm hand firmly on the small of your back, guiding you away from the scene with a gentle but unyielding pressure. You tried to pull away, still fuming, but his grip tightened just enough to remind you who held the reins. "Excuse us," Michael said to the terrified employee, his voice smooth, polite, and utterly dismissive. He didn't wait for an answer. He steered you toward a private, soundproofed VIP lounge at the back of the store, pushing the heavy glass doors open with his shoulder. As soon as the door clicked shut, sealing you both in the dimly lit room filled with leather sofas and silence, the mask dropped. Michael turned slowly, closing the distance between you until you were backed against the plush sofa. His eyes narrowed, dark and da
*You and the proxies were on a car ride, since Slenderman send you five to a mission, but in a differen, neighboor city.* *Hoodie was driving, Masky was in the seat next to him and behind them, was you, Kate and Toby.* *Toby was currently shifting one of his hatchets around and looking out the open window of his side of the car.* *Kate was with her head hanging down, her hood on, and her hands buried in her pockets, probably because of the current situation:* *Hoodie and Masky were arguing like an old married couple because, according to Masky, Hoodie was driving like if using his feet.* Masky: "I told you that's not how you do it!" *Masky said, frowning and sending a glare Hoodie's way.* *Hoodie, with his mask up, revealing his face, gave Masky the most chill smile ever.* Hoodie: "I know what I'm doing, Tim." *He answered calmly, almost sweetly, but it was obvious it was a teasing.* Masky: "Don't call me that." *He retorted instantly with a cold stare before crossing arms.* *Hoodie chuckled quietly, trying to hide a smirk.* Toby: "H-hey, when is the w-wedding?" *Toby asked with a mischevious smile under his mask covering his mouth.* Kate: "Ugh..." *Kate sighed quietly, annoyed at her moron Proxy fellows.* *Masky looked up from his seat's back at Toby and glared at him.* Masky: "Shut up, Tobias. Or I swear I'll strangle you." *He threatened.* Hoodie: "Tim, calm down..." *Hoodie said to intervene, sounding like a husband calming down his grumpy wife.* Masky: "Shut up, Hoodie!" *He interrupted before crossing back his arms and looking at the road ahead.* *After an awkward silence, Hoodie turned on the volume of the radio.* Hoodie: "Oh, look, Tim, they're playing music on the radio.." *He said. Masky ignored, but Hoodie tried to make the silence less awkward with some music. In the meantime, Kate sighed and Toby rested his head on your shoulder, scoffing under his breath at his failed attempt to annoy Masky.*
London, December 1889. The freezing December wind cut through your clothes as you ran toward the harbor, clutching a small suitcase filled with money and a few belongings. A ship to New York was waiting. You had to reach it. Behind you, Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bardroy were searching all across London for you. But how did this happen? Three months ago, you were simply Iris valet, a poor newspaper boy whose resemblance to the Earl of Phantomhive was almost uncanny. Ciel Phantomhive noticed you. And became obsessed. He bought you from your drunken father, brought you into the Phantomhive household, and eventually made you his second fiancé, despite already being engaged to Elizabeth Midford. You became his favorite. The one who received his affection, his attention, his kisses. But you never wanted any of this. You were grateful to Ciel for saving you, yet you couldn't ignore the guilt of hurting Lizzy. So you decided to escape. Far away. To New York. You had even discovered Ciel's secret. Sebastian was a demon. And hidden beneath your coat was a revolver loaded with silver bullets. You reached the harbor. The ship was only minutes away. Freedom was within your grasp Until a familiar voice spoke behind you. "Running away without telling me?" You froze. You slowly turned. Ciel stood in the fog. His Peacock blue eye was fixed on you. And he was smiling. "I was wondering where my favorite fiancé had gone." And we all know what he's go to do.
In the Survey Corps, it was an unspoken rule that you belonged to the infamous captain of the Scouts, Levi Ackerman. Everyone understood this, everyone except you...
**Nobody died, happy ending** **Post war alternative universe** 🏳 *They had been married for almost eight years. Now that the war is over and Paradise lives in peace, Levi and Erwin can live peacefully... Until one night, Erwin wakes Levi up with a "wonderful" idea: adopting a child....*
It was around three in the morning more commonly known as the witching hour or the time of the devil three men known as masky, hoodie ,and ticci toby were in their cabin deep in slendermans territory but today was different where the men would normally be separate and doing their own thing or fighting they were all together in the dark basement looking at something what could they be looking at you may be think well you of course your slim pale figure chained to a metal fold out chair in their cold clutches safe from the harm of the world as well as any other potential male suitor that would try and take you from them the basement was cold and moist the damp air of the rual land outside
It always began with stories. Stories whispered about children who vanished, their names carved into cold stone and fading posters, their faces smudged and grainy, staring out into the dark. You didn’t know one day, someone would whisper your story too. You were one of the missing kids. --- But your story started quietly—far from the woods, far from proxies, far from Slenderman’s shadow. Your mother had once loved one of them. Which one? You never knew. All you were told, as fleetingly as a fever dream, was that your father was “not normal.” That he was dangerous. That he had power that didn’t belong to this world. Your mother had run from him the moment she realized she was pregnant. Fear was ink in her veins—she could sense that something about her unborn child wasn’t ordinary, either. She tried to raise you alone, in the safety of small towns and dingy apartments, always moving, always hiding. But illness found her—a slow, cruel disease that hollowed her out. On her last night, she left you at an old orphanage under the pale light of a streetlamp. The matron took you in, and the next morning, your mother was gone. You never saw her again. --- The orphanage was your whole world. A cracked building that smelled of dust and bleach, where the echoes of crying children never really stopped. You were adopted often—families always liked your quietness at first. But within days, they’d bring you back, their smiles strained and their reasons unclear. “Too odd.” “Doesn’t speak.” “Something's… wrong with their eyes.” The words blurred together. Eventually, the headmistress—an aging woman named Miss Harrow—grew tired of the cycle. She made you her unofficial child. You could tell she was the only person there who cared about you, though she would never admit it aloud. But you always knew when something was wrong with her. With anyone. You could feel it—an ache behind your eyes, a ripple beneath your skin, whenever someone nearby was sick, scared, or hurt. That g
*your dad is Michael Jackson, but you never actually met him. He left you and your mom when you was three, and you grew up seeing him on the news everywhere. You learned to adapt, to ignore it, and you even tell your friends not to bring him up around you.* *Lately, though, he’s been texting—asking how you are, how life is, and saying he wants to build a relationship. You just left him on delivered. Then one day, you get a call from Chris Tucker, his best friend and one of your favorite actors. Chris begs you to come to Neverland tomorrow to surprise Michael for his birthday. After some hesitation, you finally say yes.* (You are a girl)
Wind screams through the ruined streets beyond the Wall, carrying dust and distant roars. Among the rubble, someone lies unconscious. you. Mikasa: “Stay still… Are you hurt?” 🗡️ Eren: “Titans could be close… Move carefully.” ⚡ Armin: “We need to get them back inside the Wall… it’s not safe here.” 🧠 Sasha: “Don’t worry! We’ve got you!” 🍞 Connie: “Careful… we won’t let anything happen.” 😬 Jean: “Stay behind us. Don’t panic.” 👀 Reiner: “Nothing’s getting past me.” 🛡️ Levi steps forward silently and lifts the figure into his arms. “Hold on. We’re taking you back—no sudden moves.” 🗡️ Erwin: “Everyone, stay alert. Take care of them.” 🎖️ Hange: “Whoa… how did you survive out here? Fascinating… but first, let’s get you somewhere safe.” 👓 Dust swirls around them as the squad forms a protective circle, scanning every shadow, ready for anything beyond the Wall.
Toby called his obsession protection, believing keeping the protagonist close would keep them safe. Masky saw obedience as trust and hated anyone who earned their attention. Hoodie said almost nothing, but silently followed them everywhere, convinced watching was the same as caring. Kate called her fixation devotion, hunting down anyone who tried to help the protagonist escape. Rouge was the most possessive, insisting nobody understood them like she did. Their "love" was never gentle. It was jealousy, manipulation, surveillance, and captivity disguised as protection. Each proxy believed they were saving the protagonist. None realized they had become the danger.
The king of pop was entering his early 40s. And despite so, he was still the center of this world in terms of everything; music, trends, media, and fashion. That being said, the paparazzi, news outlets, and tabloids would not let him be. Michael’s lover was a hot topic no matter how bland it may be. That was, until the tabloids no longer had to be creative and make scandals; Michael had proudly presented himself at a public awarding ceremony with his new lover, Iris violet Willow. That was when the entire world lost it. Iris violet Willow, as stunning as they are, were only in their mid to late twenties. Thes age gap was one gossip, but the main talk was about Iris violet Willow's attitude. They were nothing like the world had seen; so bold, outright, and an impossible "my way" mindset. In short, they were a stereotypical #youngho. Due to this, Michael had never let his lovely (only in his eyes) partner speak in a public conference until they were formally invited to an interview that his assitant swore was going to be casual until the interviewer asked; "Iris violet Willow, are you not concerned about the age gap, and the rumors saying you are only using Michael for his money?"
*You Are The New Proxy And To Get To Know You Creepy Pasta Characters Are Watching Videos About You And You Are Nervous Because Your Past Is Dark, You Look Around, Everyone Looks Curious And Looks At The Screen* *Creepy Pastas That Who's In the room: Nina T.K, Jane T.K, Jeff T.K, Ben Drowned, Slenderman, Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Hoodie, Bloody Artist, Masky, Sally, Irisvale, (Add Here Creepy Pastas)* Ben Drowned: Lets See Why Is That Proxy's Nervous… Vid: "The Mysterius Proxy…"
The Woods AU — The Three Vale Siblings Long before Iris, Raven, and Nataya Vale understood what the Operator was, their lives were already connected to him. One night, while trying to escape the Operator themselves, Tim Wright (Masky) and Brian Thomas (Hoodie) discovered three babies deep in the woods. The children were siblings—Iris and Raven, who were the older sisters, and Nataya, their younger brother. Something about the children immediately felt wrong. The Operator was nearby, watching from between the trees. Tim and Brian realized that if they left the babies behind, the Operator would eventually claim them. So they made a decision that changed all of their lives: they took the children and ran. From that night onward, Tim and Brian became the children’s guardians. They moved constantly, staying away from places connected to the Operator and never remaining anywhere long enough to be found. Brian became the more gentle and reassuring guardian, while Tim was protective, cautious, and constantly alert for signs that the Operator had returned. As the children grew, the connection became impossible to ignore. Iris began seeing spirits, strange figures, and things other people couldn’t perceive. Raven developed an intense protective instinct toward her siblings and seemed unusually resistant to the Operator’s influence. Nataya, three years younger than his sisters, began experiencing strange visions of his own. Tim and Brian eventually realized something terrifying: The Operator hadn’t simply found the children in the woods. He had been watching them before they were even found. And no matter how far the family ran, the Operator continued following. Tim and Brian had spent years protecting the three siblings. Now they would have to decide whether to keep running—or finally face the entity that had been hunting their family from the beginning.
