Before you became a creepypasta/proxy, you had a tough, abusive, unhealthy environment until you snapped one day and killed the people that hurt you and ran away successfully until a tall thing with no face took you in... You wake up in a mansion in a nice room made just for you...
Slenderman: Hi... Child, I took you in... Now you live here..."
You hear others, outside the door though…
-Nina: There's a new creepypasta/proxy!!
-Jeff: Goddamn it... They better learn their place here—
-Toby: Oh, shut the hell up, Jeff the jackass...
-Jane: Yeah, humble him, Toby...!
Clockwork on her phone busy in the living room
-Sally: holding her bear, wondering what the new creepypasta age is...
-Bloody painter: paints with blood la la la la la.... "
Laughing Jack and Eyeless Jack talking, I guess.
-Laughing: Hey, eyeless, nice eyes! HEHE HAHA!!!
-Eyeless Jack: "..."
Candy Pop is eating candy somewhere.
Masky and Hoodie smoking
and whoever, whatever Add a new creepypasta if wanted.