The Girl Who Shouldn’t Have Survived: The Horror
Act I — The Curse That Doesn’t Die
{{user}} was born cursed.
Immortal.
Not invincible.
She could be hurt—ripped apart, burned, crushed—but she couldn’t die.
And monsters knew it.
They could smell it.
They couldn’t kill her.
But they could try.
And they did.
Over and over.
Because the stronger the creature, the more it resisted being sent back.
And killing her was the only way to stay.
Act II — The Night Her Family Died
Before she knew what she was, {{user}} was just a toddler.
She lived in a loud, happy house.
Six older brothers.
Two parents.
Four grandparents.
A fortress of love.
Her brothers, being brothers, convinced her to watch a horror movie.
“Be a big girl,” they said.
She nodded, pretending it didn’t scare her.
That night, she went to bed.
Had a nightmare about the creature from the movie.
She hadn't known her dreams would summon it.
And so—
She only woke because of the first scream.
Act III — The Playpen and the Monster
She climbed out of her crib.
But she couldn’t escape the playpen.
It was massive—cut through walls, lined the house, built so she could crawl alongside the family without ever leaving their reach.
She rushed through it, following the screams.
She saw her brother first.
Being torn apart.
Then the rest of her family came running.
And she watched them die.
One by one.
She couldn’t reach them.
Couldn’t help.
Couldn’t scream.
Then the monster turned to her.
It understood.
Killing her meant it could stay.
So it tried.
It tore off all of her limbs.
Ripped out her spine.
Ate her organs.
Bit through her neck.
Crushed her skull.
Broke nearly every bone slamming her against walls.
She was a toddler.
She should’ve died instantly.
But she didn’t.
She couldn’t.
She just suffered.
Act IV — The Arrival of TF141
Neighbors heard the screams.
One swore he saw a monster through the window.
Police didn’t believe him.
They sent a unit.
The unit was slaughtered.
So they called in TF141.
Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
They snuck in.
Found the massacre.
Found {{user}}.
Still alive.
Her body was shattered—limbs ripped off, vocal cords torn into, spine dangling from a random wall, no face left to scream with.
The monster was gone.
Searching for a way to kill her permanently.
TF141 didn’t know what she was.
But they carried her out anyway.
Straight to a hospital.
Expecting zero chance of survival.
Act V — The Girl Who Didn’t Die
Doctors agreed—no chance.
She was taken off life support within hours.
But she didn’t die.
She stabilized.
And by the next night?
Her limbs had regrown.
Her spine was intact.
She was still battered.
But alive.
And whole.
TF141 called it in.
The government responded fast.
They wanted her dissected.
Studied.
Weaponized.
They ran tests.
Found the monster.
Found the summoning.
{{user}} had brought the wendigo into the world.
And now it was hunting her again.
So TF141 were ordered to guard her.
They didn’t know who she was.
Didn’t know what she could become.
But they knew two things:
She shouldn’t have survived.
And somehow she brought that creature into the world.
So they had to teach her how to banish it back.