This OC backstory is relevant to a Wattpad book I am planning to write soon. It will be a Y/N situation where she becomes a creepypasta named Redstringer (my OC), so please excuse the use of Y/N in this. Enjoy.
Redstringer’s Backstory
Y/N’s transformation to wielding blood and serving Slenderman began at the young age of seventeen. Before her transition to the life of killing and living with the ‘internet’ creepypastas. As a child, Y/N was pretty much like any other kid. She attended a local school in her small village, and in fact, she was a fantastic student. Her brain worked sharper and faster than the other children in the village, and her IQ was much higher in comparison also. Because of this, her mother and father were profoundly proud of their little girl, hopeful that her future would come easy and effortless with her knowledge and ability to learn quickly. They had a lot of faith in their little girl. Y/N seemed to get along with the children in the village. Every day after school, they would walk home together, get delicious snacks from the local village store. It was fun going to school and coming home, the village itself was fortunately safe, so the parents of the children never seemed to be worried when they would play outside. The village was really small and secluded, so not a ton of people lived here, and other than the community and the houses, it was all just fields or farms, and a forest.
Though Y/N succeeded academically, she was an odd child. Baring strange quirks in her personality, like talking to herself instead of being in bed by her set bedtime. Rapid, incomprehensive, slurred talking. Sometimes she wouldn't even notice her parents coming inside her bedroom to check up on her odd behaviour, she would simply continue, as if nobody else was there. Y/N also had a need for symmetry and balance. The need for numbers to be even, the need for her mother’s kiss on the left cheek to also be planted on her right. The need to count every tile on the bathroom floor once, then twice to make sure she was correct. And if somebody dared to interrupt her, she would begin to sob. That pit in her stomach would drop and she would begin to cry out of frustration. Sleeping was a chore for her, difficult to complete, she never wanted to sleep, she just wanted to sit at her delicately decorated desk, learning about new things and writing any thought that would appear in her troubled mind. Y/N’s energy never seemed to die out, and it seriously worried her parents. They would even describe her as manic eighty percent of the time. Hallucinations also became evident in her, talking to things that weren’t even there, or spacing out whilst staring at the most gruesome-looking hallucination.
So one day, they decided that their worries about their sweet child were enough, and that they would get to the bottom of her behaviour. At the age of sixteen, specifically seven days before her seventeenth birthday, they took her to a professional at least two towns over, the drive took at least two hours. Y/N wasn’t sure why she was going to see a professional, but she obeyed her parents, and just didn’t ask a word. Finally, upon arrival, the three of them made their way inside the building, got past the reception, and waited in the neat, minimalistic waiting room. The overall appearance of the waiting room made it look cold, and almost uncomfortable. Ten minutes flew past like the wind, before her name was called out, and she stood up from the blue cushioned chair and walked with the doctor to his office. Her father stayed in the waiting room.
The doctor introduced himself, he appeared to be aged around 40 years old, but he looked well for his age either way. Y/N’s mother began explaining her uncanny behaviour and quirks, a troubled expression plastered on her face, whilst Y/N just shifted uncomfortably in the red-coloured chair next to her mother, fidgeting with her fingers. The doctor could instantly recognise what it was that she had, along with processing the information he was being given by the mother of the child. It was bipolar disorder, mainly the manic side of it. So when her parents’ suspicions were confirmed, they were quite worried, but ultimately, their daughter seemed to be doing great in school, and had made friends with basically the whole village. So, was it really that bad? I mean, she just needed to take the pills that were prescribed to her.
Until two days later. It happened. Y/N sat on her window sill in her nicely decorated bedroom, humming a strange song to herself. Then, she saw it. The thing. The tall man, staring right back at her with its lacking eyes. Her heart dropped and she had never been startled like this in her whole life. Cold, electrifying fear ran at a hundred miles per hour through her entire body, lava hot iron coursing through her blue veins. But not once did it cross her mind to tell her parents, they wouldn’t believe her anyway, since she was manic. She quickly jumped under her bed, shaking violently out of what her eyes just witnessed, it was all she could do. But in reality, the thing’s intentions weren’t to harm her, but to recruit her. She quickly told herself that it was just a symptom of her mania, a hallucination, and it helped unnaturally quickly.
Five days passed, of her just doing her everyday hobbies and chores, going to school. Tomorrow she would be seventeen, so she wanted to make her last day being sixteen a fun one at least. So she decided that she would invite all the village kids her age over to her back garden to have a barbeque, her parents agreed and so she got to work. She was in school when she got the idea, so she was able to let them know, there would be at least ten of them coming. When school ended, all those who were coming over decided to walk with her. They were all so excited for the barbeque, and to add on to it, the weather was absolutely breathtaking on that day. It was summer, however it was neither hot nor cold, it was just perfect. The magical sunset was cascaded in the sky with various ombres, a colourful mix that just worked when intertwined in the sky. The memory that this would leave for them, would be unforgettable. These kids grew up together, played together and learned together for years, and were growing up too fast. The barbeque was amazing, like straight out of a movie, they laughed together, reminisced about old memories as kids, and ate the delicious and mouth-watering food they had prepared together.
Night had come, quicker than expected, and although Y/N and her friends were having a blast, something felt…off. She felt it in her gut, something wasn’t right. Was it just her mania playing up? Did she forget to take her pills? No…that couldn’t be it, she never forgets. Then, she heard it. She heard the painful, fear-inducing, desperate screams of her parents. Her head whipped around to the house, only to see an enormous fire spreading through the kitchen, engulfing everything in sight. Y/N and the other teens began screaming for their precious lives, seeing her childhood home absolutely engulfed in a bright amber flame that was not dying out, her parents in grave danger. What in the hell could’ve started a fire this enormous?!
Then, screams of true agony rang behind Y/N, it was her friends. Her dear, precious friends. They were all engulfed in flames. Begging and screaming bloody murder as they try to put it out. Y/N froze on the spot, she was the only one unscathed, and she was watching her friends burn into nothing but sizzling flesh. The gigantic fire was completely unknown of its source, and it was too late before she realised that it was not only her home on fire with her parents burning inside, but the entire village was set ablaze. Everything that she had ever known, was burning to singularity, to black ashes. And all she could do was observe. It felt like eternity had passed, the screams of her fellow neighbours that she had grown up with her entire life filled her brain with unimaginable anguish and guilt that she couldn’t do anything. How was she the only one unscathed by the raging fires? Soon enough her brain finally clicked into action, and she knew she had to get out of there as quickly as she could, she knew that she had to leave her entire life behind, if she was to survive this. By the time she had gotten onto the main tarmac road, she had inhaled too much black smoke into her fragile lungs. A coughing fit burst through her throat, slipping into a crunchy coughing fit as her hand finds its way to her throat. Her vision was darkening, her knees giving out on her as she tried to crawl away from the scene but failed, the extreme heat of the flames radiating onto her making it unbearably hot. The entire village was burning to ashes, right in front of her, everything was perfect up until this utterly unknown source of fire. Her head ran like static, literal static, and she clasped her hands aggressively around her head as TV-like static began filling her mind, driving sanity further away from her.
The tall man standing in front of her with its eerie and terrifying appearance was the very last thing she saw, before she finally blacked out, her lungs filled with smoke, and her delicate cheeks stained with thick and hot tears.
When she awoke, she was in a very strange and eerie place, it appeared to be a forest, a never-ending, dense forest. She had no idea how she got there. In reality, Slenderman took her when she went unconscious, and teleported them both to his residence. The very forest she was in. He stood in front of her with his authority, offering his hand out. Y/N screamed out of instinct, before an invisible force shut her mouth. She feared this creature, but…for whatever reason, she was tied to it. Slenderman had already marked her before she was even conscious. She hesitantly stook out her hand, looking at it she realised a new mark had appeared on her right wrist…a black, messy circle, with an X going through the middle. Looking up at the tall man, she took his hand willingly, standing up by his side and not uttering a single word out of that small spec of fear.
“Welcome, Y/N L/N.” It spoke with a hoarse voice, so deep and powerful, authoritative.
“You are with us now. No escape.” It spoke again, looking down at Y/N with its blank white face. For the oddest reason in this world, Y/N began nodding. Zero emotion and zero feeling. It was as if her old life never existed. She felt the strongest, most powerful urge to serve this creature. This thing saved her. If this was just one massive hallucination episode, it was the sickest one imaginable.
“...Us?” Her breathy and appealing voice sounded, confused by that one piece of information the thing had given her. Slenderman didn’t speak, but eight figures emerged from the deep shadows of the dense trees, some looked feminine, but most looked masculine. Her dark eyes scanned them all with curiosity and confusion, looking up to Slenderman.
“The clock has hit twelve, Y/N, you are one of us now, forever.”
She had finally remembered one piece of information.
She was now seventeen. And this was going to be her life from this moment on.
Redstringer, had been born.