Side note: Creeps is different from Creepypasta! So i’ll tag it separately from creepypasta.
LAUGHING JACK
They/He/It
Agender AroAce (grey aro to be specific, also pan)
Jack gets often nicknamed thins like “Oreo motherfucker” “30s halloween costume” “old Disneyland mascot” and the least worse one “Jackoo”
Doesn’t have specific age, call him an old man and he wouldn’t care.
Capable of making his eyes some dark voids
Can’t bleed
His teeth are capable of tearing meat extremely fast
He likes to make homemade candies. He has sweet chocolate ones capable of creating illusions that last up to 24 hours, ones he made only for William,poisonous ones, etc.
Clothes are attached to their skin, but can de-skin them whenever it wants to
He and Jill are pretty damn close
Loves tormenting Frankie until he breaks
LoOooOoOoVezIsaac!
Frenemies with Sally
Used to work for Slenderman but he got fired after 10 years
Owns a Bakery with Jill in the underworld, also is the co-owner of the underworld circus (the biggest circus, to galactical levels)
Does first, thinks later
Feels kinda bad for tormenting Frankie’s mind with dead images of Amy but also feels dAmN goOd, so he doesn’t think much about it.
Kinda violent, Will has some scars on his back, arms, and one ln his neck
Constantly trying to be less of a crazy clown
But also that’s his whole identity, what ks he supposed to do?
Sometimes sees Will as his son, sometimes as his homie
Can’t get drunk or high
WILL GROSSMAN
He/They
Aceflux Bisexual (no lean)
Demiboy (but can also be Boyflux)
22-28 (Spent 6 years in the underworld to now)
Has a lot of clothes based on aesthetics. Some of them may include goth, grunge and alt.
Owns an acoustic guitar and an electric one
Uses Marijuana, used to do cocaine, and likes the candy Jack gives him a little too much.
Loves horror games and movies
Favorite bands include: grrlwood, nirvana, destroy boys, sorry mom, arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, pink floyd, Marylin Manson, Metallica, le tigre, cheese people, etc (he doesn’t have an specific type)
Favorite drinks include: apple juice, banana juice, absinthe, strawberry milk, chocolate milk, beer, vodka, beer, and monster energy.
Practices a lot of weapons, like axes, throwing knives, hammers, etc.
He WAS and IS the Spotify freak.
Uses Tumblr unironicly (hAH-)
Skates on his free time, he got in trouble at the academy for that once
Celebrity crush with Jeff The Killer (but won’t date his crispy fried ass lmao) and Frankie
Has millions of playlists
Is the only one out of the three Creeps who has more than a phone (a tablet, a phone, video game console, a PC)
Awesome grades in the Academy
The academy is actually different from the one in Creeps, it’s located in a more isolated place in the city. Students can go there by metro.
Good at dancing
INFP
FRANKIE
He/Him
Trans (ftm)
Demian Gay
Has the NY accent and all
Favorite meals include: Hot Dog, Pancakes and bacon
Besides whiskey he loves vodka and wine
Really athletic, can crush something in seconds.
Extremely fast and strong, but that’s because all undead pastas are like that (including Nurse Ann and Norah Keaton,, my oc)
Has a little spot inside his apartment, it’s a big seat next to a library and a lamp, he uses it for relaxing.
Has eyebags
His body is naturally warm
Famous Bounty Hunter in the underworld, goes bu a different name to avoid getting localized fast.
Uses black lipstick and paints his nails black (he has to look stylish ya know)
Has a second apartment on his name in New York, it’s like an emergency home where he can go if something unexpected happens
Likes to babysit
Curses a lot but NEVER infront of kids, never.
He’s actually really calm, but has no patience for people he doesn’t like (like L.Jack)
Works for Beelzebub and personally knows the 7 rules of hell. He and Bell have a father-son relationship.
Knows Isaac, they are co workers.
Watches over Will since Isaac requested that, has been doing it for the past 6 years.
Really wanted to kill Isaac when he discovered his past with kids, but comprehends the trauma the old man went through so he tries to be less violent.
ISAAC GROSSMAN
He/Him
Cis Bicurious (currently unlabeled) man
21 years old at death
He was going to be from royalty once
But remained a peasant his entire life
He acts like royalty, with manners of a noble man, and the eyes of a king.
Serious and focused
His vanity is still intact even after death
Carefully organizes his dark blond hair
Tries to keep all his murders clean, no messy nonsense.
Army of crows and ravens, they’re his minions, his servants, his pets, and family.
Based on the Crowman creepypasta, go and read it if you know Spanish.
Watched over William and cares for him, asked his friend to keep an eye on him until he can finally make his entrance.
Loved only one woman, had feelings for a man.
Janeth Archer, a beautiful noble woman who became the mother of his children. He wanted to marry her and be a good father, but got threatened of execution and got forced to never talk to her anymore, and watch her marry another man.
Died knowing his son and his “wife” where going to meet the clown.
They did
Can sleep but rarely does
Almost cried when he saw Will for the first time
Good singer, horrible dancer
Can write and read, kinda rare considering where he is from.
Kissed a man once, the memory is know buried deep down his memory.
also, this list goes from newest - oldest, if you wanna start from the beginning of a pasta just scroll to the bottom of their section :) some scenarios/headcanons for multiple pastas are under random headcanons :)
“You’d never have to worry about anything ever again. Money, food, clothing, shelter, safety. I can provide all of it for you.” His words are sugared and thick like honey as you try to process them.
“All you have to do is sign the contract and follow it, and you’ll have everything you ever wanted.”Sure.
Everything you ever wanted except for your freedom.
It was unfair. You’d fallen into hard times. You’d been laid off, and when you’d turned to people for support, they’d abandoned you in your time of need. All of them except for Slender.
He’d been your rock for the whole situation, winding around you and giving you comfort when you needed it, support, money, all of the things you needed, on the condition that you repay him, of course. How do you repay him, exactly?
With your very being. He wanted your attention, your affection, your time, your own comfort and support. One of the most successful and richest businessmen in all of the Underworld, fawning over you and ready to give you anything your heart desires, but all at the cost of your freedom, as per the contract.
You were to reside in his home, never allowed to have contact with another person ever again, only to speak to him, eat with him, sleep with him, touch him, love him. You were to essentially play house with him for an eternity, only to be rewarded with safety and any possessions you desired.
It was cruel. It was cruel and he knew it.
Humans were so weak in the Underworld, the very bottom of the totem pole. With you no longer having a contractor employing you it meant you weren’t safe. Nothing was preventing the demons around you from harming you anymore, from killing you, from sinking their teeth into you as a midnight snack. Their once happy smiles directed at you were now far more sinister, and he knew.
That bastard knew, and he was holding it against you. You had nowhere else to go, nobody else to count on, and after so many sleepless nights hiding out in shitty sketchy areas and eating scraps you could scrounge up, a night in his luxurious bed with the best food you’d ever taste sounded like heaven. An eternity of all of that sounded like heaven. The only hellish aspect was that you’d be chained here forever.
He knew you’d be worn down, he knew you’d be tempted. That’s what he was waiting for. For you to be so weak and desperate and starved that you’d be willing to take any salvation. He hadn’t even been subtle about it, strolling up to you where you hid between two trash cans and handing you the contract, giddiness rolling off of him in waves as he presented you with what he told you was your guaranteed plan at getting your life back. What a joke.
As he leans over you, his hands gently and comfortably placed upon you, although they truly felt like a vicious beast waiting to tear you to pieces, you trembled as you stared at the finely printed contract before you, so irritatingly thorough it made you even more angry. But what else could you do? Where else could you go? Would it truly be alright to risk another night on your own? Another week? Another month?
Flashes go through your mind of your friends being killed, mauled, slaughtered like a feast by other demons and your shaking increases as you hiss and clench your eyes shut. Really, the best thing to do to guarantee your survival… The option that had the beast behind you cooing at you, hugging you, nuzzling into you, urging you on…
Was to sign the papers before you, and sign your soul away to the devil… And what a happy devil he’ll be.
