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Patch-- My creepypasta OC, her story.

“..ah..Cathia, you say?..yes, yes.. She’s a brat.” .. It was a cold, cold, November night. A few figures were standing in a hospital. You could hear the echoes of screaming in pain, machinery, and soon, a baby's cries. “..Doctor.. Is my wife okay? Is the baby safe as well?”  a man's voice asked the doctor. “Yes, the baby’s delivery was successful, your wife is okay and so is your daughter” The doctor spoke with ease, his tone showing he’s delivered multiple babies before. “..Ah.. my baby!..my beautiful daughter, Cathia..” That was it, Cathia was her name. The baby was named Cathia, Cathia evalinge. A baby girl with ginger hairs showing, green vibrant eyes, and pale skin from birth. . Five years have passed. .

“Mommy! I want ice cream..” A small, timid sounding voice cried out in the mall. “..not right now, cathia.” her mother answered. A small no can cause the timid sounding, yet bratty child to get all pissed off and throw a tantrum. She was spoiled rotten from the start, growing up in a family with money, and slight fame around her town. Life was good for cathia as a child, she got whatever she wanted, and had friends.. But, she WAS only five years old. So it wasn't a big deal. “..but..i want ice cream..!...” The girl started sobbing right there, in the mall. 

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Start of elementary school. “..mom?..What if the kids don't like me?” Cathia asked her mother with a soft tone, she was six years old now. Her mother explained the other kids would love her while also pressuring cathia about the future and good grades.. She was six, so obviously she didn't care or know what grades were yet. In the classroom cathia was rather quiet, she stuck to herself, because everytime a kid would come near her, cathia would become a little bit of an asshole. “..can i play with the toys too?” one child asked, she was another little girl “..no!..they’re my toys, not yours, go away!”  Cathia replied. She was really rude to the other kids when provoked. But that doesn't matter, she'll grow up and be better. All kids learn. . 5th grade, the last year of elementary school. Cathia was popular among other kids in her grade, and with teachers. She wasn't exactly a good kid, she was just intimidating and popular. She was one of the weird quiet yet popular kids, no one actually liked her, they were scared of her. Despite cathia being quiet all throughout school, she had basically the best grades in her class, in the past grades she had also had good grades. Cathia was usually found around the school, by herself, drawing various scenes. They usually consisted of: a blank forest, her parents covered in blood, a tall slender figure without facel figures and wearing a suit, and other weapons. When cathia would be confronted or asked about them, she’d freak out and yell at them to “stop making fun of her” . . . MIDDLE SCHOOL LIFE Cathia was excelling at all her subjects, she was still hated among peers, but the best at what she does. Sometimes the other kids will notice she had bruises on her arms, or legs, But they didn't care. Kids play rough. “..hey, cathia? You’re that one quiet kid, right? I've heard alot of things about you” a voice says right behind cathia at the end of class. “..uhh..Yeah. I'm cathia, why? Why do you care?” Cathia responded Okay ish.. Still rude, but not insults. “..oh, y'know. I like being friends with those who don't have any, do you wanna be friends?” The girl asked innocently, she sounded like she actually wanted to befriend cathia “..My parents say i can't have friends, so no. i don't wanna be your friend” Cathia’s response was blunt, and cold, she didn't care anyway. “Oh come on! Who cares what parents say, you don't try to be yourself at all? You’re so creepy all the time, why don't you try hanging out with others???” The girl asked, completely insensitive, and uncaring.  “..i don't want nor need relationships with people.. I don't care for them, okay? I have to go home now.” Cathia’s tone came out, a tone of slight bratty gesture. She was likely pissed off. .

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Why wont this chapter part end 

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FIRST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL Cathia had been made fun of plenty of times by now, everyone called her “Patch” because one time she had worn an eyepatch to school because of an injury. Cathia had been slowly giving up on school, her perfect grades had been dropping, and she’d be coming to school with more bruises in areas. She had been taking all class time to draw pictures, every single picture was circled around a figure with long slender arms, a suit, and a blank face. Scribbles and messy blotches of pencil were also sometimes on the page, or a drawing with an X in a circle, Her writing was becoming more messy, Cathia was legit going insane. One day, in class, She snapped. And stood up slowly, taking a knife out of her pocket and holding it up to her throat, the teacher looked in horror, other kids eyes widened as they watched the scene. “...If anyone moves, I will slit my own throat, right here, in this classroom.” cathia threatened, trembling slightly. Later in that day, they managed to calm her down and she was sent home, while home her parents were talked to by the school suggesting that cathia should be sent to a mental hospital, before her parents could continue their conversation, a surge of pain ran through her mother, and then her father. Red coated cathias hands, and the knife she held. She had stabbed both of her parents in the back, and they died slowly. Cathia stared down at them, no, more like glared down at them. A look of disgust in her eyes, disgust and hatred. “..well, this was mostly for fun.. You guys also deserved it.. I guess…as for me, I'll be taken by it, it's called slenderman. Do you hear me, mom?...dad?..i'll have a purpose in this life. Something you never expected from me..Do you hear me! i'll have a life! fuck you guys!" cathia ran up to the bathroom, and out of impulse she literally stabbed her eye. she was experienced in meds, her eye was blurry and would already cause her problems. so she stabbed it out and placed an eyepatch over it, it was shaped like a star and colored yellow. blood seeped out from underneath it, eventually dripping down her neck. . . okay i wanna add more info abt her

shes 5'4, a ginger (scary), and this image uh.. is what she looks like, so yeah... THEMESONGS >>>

i think thats all for now... teeheee... cider_lol on discord...

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this is a small drawing of patch, i wrote abt her in my fanfic the other day. Follow me on tiktok 😭 @cider_lolll is my user

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The night we met `✦ˑ ִֶ

you are reading in 3rd person of patch . . .

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Patch walked through the dark forest, it was a rather cold summer night. too cold for a summer. That didn't exactly bother Patch since she was instructed to go on a hunt for medication in the mansion for the other Creepypastas. she was experienced in medics and drugs, so that's why Slenderman sent her out. The sound of her footsteps crunching the leaves beneath her echoed through the dark area; the entire forest floor was littered in vines and various plants growing over the dirt. Not a single speck of dirt actually being noticeable. . . A few footsteps more into the forest, and Patch heard something. She was no longer alone. Her steps immediately silenced. her breathing silenced, she crouched down more closer to the ground to become smaller in order to sneak up on whatever this thing was. After all, it could be a rabies infected animal or something.. or an intruder, that would be a problem.

Patch quickly managed to jump on the thing that was nearing her; it turned out to be another person, they seemed to be around the same age. He was dressed in a plaid jacket, a dark grey and light grey stripped scarf, a beanie, and then black jeans. The guy was equipped with a hatchet, and a few small knives strapped onto him with the help of a belt. They stared at each other for a moment. Patch was staring in confusion, and disgust. The guy was staring at her with almost a pissed off look in his eyes. Just a glare. Patch spoke up "..who the fuck are you? I've never once seen you around here.. Are you from here? uh.. You seem to be a murderer..with the whole bloody axe thing" Patch was sometimes air-headed when it came to speaking. she was very good at releasing information by accident, her mouth slips a lot, so her randomly asking if he was from here, he could've been an intruder and she'd have to kill him. After a long pause, the man finally answered "...My name's Will. I'm another runner for Slenderman. I WAS going back to the mansion until you so rudely attacked me.. what was with that, anyway!" Will answered with a hint of annoyance to his tone, not very hidden. Patch narrowed her eyes a slight bit then spoke up softly "Oh. So you are from the mansion.. weird i haven't seen you around.. Well, guess we cant get to know everyone." Patch was being weirdly friendly, this was rare from her. Usually she was rude and criticised others. Now she wanted to be friendly? "...Oh! By the way, my name's Patch!" she added. before starting to ramble again. "Slender sent me out to get medication from stores in the city.. Boring right? Why do I have to get medicine for those brats? Everyone at the mansion is so mean so they don't deserve it right...Right?" Will looked at her in confusion, probably thinking she was crazy. She was just randomly talking to some other proxy in the mansion who she had no idea who he actually was. "..Why are you talking to me." Will said with a careful tone just to be sure she wouldn't suddenly turn all mad and shit for him being 'rude'. Patch, with her bossy tone, answered him. "ohh that! yeah, i've deemed that you have to come with me on this trip!" She spoke in a more playful, childish manner. "..what? I have to report to slen-" "nuh uh! shut up and come with me" Patch took his arm forcefully and dragged him with her "..he-hey!" Patch dragged him still, ignoring his protests

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Later on they arrived at a pharmacy in the middle of the city, at 12 o'clock. The store was very obviously closed, Patch and Will broke in, grabbed some random shit which would help the others, (according to patch) And then left.

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"..heyyy, will?" "what"

"we're like super friends now!" "..no we aren't"

authors note 😋 I will probably be posting patch's backstory and role in the slender mansion on here soon enough. I thought it'd be fun to write a fan fic of her and my friends OC first before publishing it. If anyone has questions i can do a QnA soon!! ⭐