My real name was Madeleine Holmes but I abandoned that name and changed it to just MadDIE when I turned into a Creepypasta.

BFF/s: Vivian(my friend's OC) and Ben

Boyfriend: Jeff

Enemies: Zalgo.

Personality:

My temper is fairly long but I get really angry when I fail to kill someone and I tend to be aggressive when threatened but never start a fight if I believe that it is stupid. I'm responsible enough to know what and what not to do in certain situations but I am very sadistic.

What I look like:

I have long hair that is a really dark shade of amber brown with blood red ends. My right eye is green and My left is blue with a black sclera and I have blood running down it. A blood red teardrop shaped scar below My left eye

Weapon: A bowie knife, multiple knives

Saying:

Sweet Dreams

My hobby:

Before I became insane, I was a nearly a black-belt in karate. I still keep practicing it in My spare time when I'm not off killing. I also use it when My victims fight back. I love to play video games and surf the web

Special Abilities gained:

I can hear things from a maximum of 800 meters away. I jump higher than most people and have quicker reflexes. Abnormally strong and clever and can also visit/alter people's dreams

How I kill:

I stab in the heart, throat, head or stomach. If I'm in a bad mood, I give them a slow and painful death. I slowly cut off their fingers, then I gouge out one of their eyes before I kill them. After I kill them, I write on the wall with their blood 'Sweet dreams'

My story:

My parents were driving to go hiking when a truck slammed into our car. The windows broke as the car rolled around and a glass shard pierced my left eye. As soon, as I woke up, I was in a hospital and because the damage to My left eye was too great, they had to give me an eye transplant, but the donors didn't have my eye color so they had to settle for a blue. My parents died in the crash and none of my relatives were willing to take me. The doctor said that they were going to send me to an orphanage. The problem was that I didn't want to go to the orphanage so I escaped.

I went back to my old house and lived alone for a few days before I had to go because the hospital was looking for me so had no other choice but to live in the streets. I survived with a bit of scraps here and there while crying my heart out every night as I missed my parents. I beat the occasional gang here and there, stealing their money, which was probably stolen, and I'd have decent food for a few days. One night, a group of kidnappers took me, thinking that I had parents willing to pay for ransom. I had a few karate skills up my sleeves but they managed to knock me out with chloroform. As soon as I woke up, a male kicked me.

"Aww, is sleeping beauty awake? Now," He kicked me again, "tell me where your parents are."

"Dead." I said with blood running down my lip.

"Don't lie to me." He growled and yanked my hair. I whimpered in pain. Over and over again, he beat me up. When he finally realized that I wasn't lying, he growled and poured a mild acid in my left eye. My sanity started to crack at this point while I felt the stinging pain of the acid. It ended up burning a layer of my sclera off, showing the black tissue underneath. I didn't know how the hell my iris survived all that but I couldn't care less as the pain kept coming in never ending waves. He left me as screamed and screamed at the burning pain in my left eye. The rest of his gang came and started beating me up also. They left me after they felt satisfied. The leader came back with a threatening looking knife, which I realized was a bowie knife.

"Since we no longer need you, we've decided to kill you." My eyes widened in fear. He smiled at my reaction and he held up a container filled with powder in it.

"W-What's that?" I asked, my voice shaky. He looked at the container.

"Oh this? Why don't you come and find out?" He walked over to me and opened the small container. He grabbed a pinch, looked at me then poured it on my left eye. It hurt again and I finally found out what the powder was. Crushed glass. The tiny particles damaged my tear ducts and blood started to flow from it. I desperately tried to blink it away, the pain intensifying by tenfold. I managed to blink most of the particles away while some of them were carried by blood. He raised the knife, ready to end my life and I saw my reflection in the knife. My sanity snapped and I began to laugh at my appearance. He stopped in his tracks, confused as to why I laughed and I used this moment to hit him with the chair I was tied to. He was knocked down and slightly dazed and I broke from my bonds through sheer strength. I grabbed the knife and I looked at him with a deranged grin.

He backed away. "P-please, spare me." he whimpered pathetically. I wanted to hurt him so badly, I wanted to see his blood splatter everywhere and I want to gut him. I did just that. Before he died, I whispered one thing that my mother always told me before I went to bed. Two simple words, "Sweet dreams."

The rest of his gang ran over to his screams and saw his dead, bloody and gutted body. I turn to them with a serious expression before I cracked an insane smile and laughed. My clothes were stained with dark crimson and the walls were painted with their friend's blood. I looked at them after I finished laughing and without warning, I ran up to them and gave them the same treatment as I did with their friend. After that, I wrote on the walls 'Sweet dreams' with their blood.

I went into a killing spree and people were terrified to death of me (who wouldn't be?). After my last kill, I decided to let my name be known to the police. After I wrote sweet dreams on my victim's wall, I wrote -MadDIE after it. To the world I was MadDIE, a psychopathic serial murderer. The police tried their best to capture me, but they were terrified as I can wipe out an entire police force with only a few cuts.

How I found the Creepypastas:

My appearance didn't remain unknown to the rest of the pastas. They read the news and every week, they expect me to have killed numerous numbers of people. I didn't disappoint them.

"Haha, check this out." L.J said while pointing to a certain article. "MadDIE strikes again."

"Pfft, what's the fuss about her? She's probably just another normal serial killer." Jeff said lazily from the couch while wiping the blood off his knife.

"Jeff, have you seen what she looked like? She doesn't look like any other normal serial killers. " Ben said, not looking up once from his game as he remembered my photo, me with a black sclera and blood running down it. The part that stood out the most was the tear shaped carving below my left eye, I carved it there myself.

"Yeah, and also, no ordinary serial killer can kill this many people in a week." Eyeless Jack added while counting the number of kidneys he got.

Slender studied the newspaper that Laughing Jack gave him and wondered who she was most like of all the Creepypastas residing in his mansion. He looked at Jeff and at once decided. "Jeff, I want you to assess her skills and see if she is truly a Creepypasta like us."

Jeff shot up from the couch. "What?! Hell no, why can't Ben do it?"

"Hey, don't dump all your work on me!" Ben protested

"Shut up!" Jeff shouted

Slender shook his head. "By her kills, she sounds like she prefers everything messy and you're most like her."

"I am not messy! ... Ok, maybe I am but why me?" Jeff whined

"Just do it. That's an order or else I'll kick I out." Slender threatened.

Jeff glared at Slender. "Fine." He got out and slammed the door on everyone.

"He has serious anger management issues."

Everyone but Slender snickered. Jeff muttered and cursed under his breath as he trudged on in the woods. He realized that he didn't know where I was and screamed out in rage. I saved him the trouble because I was near Slender's woods and my sensitive hearing heard his scream, which meant he was close by at least 800 meters. Curiosity took over and I went in the woods. After fifteen minutes of walking in circles, I came across a boy with black hair, pale skin and black rims around his eyes. His most noticeable feature was the carved smile on his face and his white hoodie. Jeff immediately recognized me and moved to attack.

'Assess her strength? No prob.' He thought, very intent on killing me. As soon as I saw his knife, I dodged his oncoming swing and ducked the next one that he sent after me. I realized that he was no ordinary human and I attacked him to the best of my abilities. He brought his knife down and I blocked it with one of my own, the clang of the metal echoing around the woods. I swept his feet from under him and he fell down. Jeff rolled away from my knife and I ran after him as soon as he got up. He ducked, darted, and dodged all of my attacks and I did the same. The fight lasted for a good 40 minutes and I was running out of stamina. I blocked and he turned around then pinned I against a tree, his knife on my throat.

"Go. To. Sleep." He whispered.

I stared at him defiantly before he removed his knife from my throat; I felt confused as to why but abandoned the thought and tried to knee him in the stomach, which he blocked easily with his hands. He smiled wider, if that was possible and dropped his knife before putting his hands up in defeat. Since the fight was over, I didn't make a move to attack him but I kept up my guard.

"I was wrong about you. you're definitely one of us." He held out his hands. "My name's Jeff. Pleased to meet you, MadDIE."

I stared at his hands before he chuckled. "It isn't a trap if that's what you're wondering." I shook his hands and he bent over to pick up his knife before putting it in his hoodie pockets. I kept my main bowie knife as well.

"How do you know me?" I asked, unsure whether I should trust him or not.

"We all know about you." Jeff said.

"We?" I asked

"We're called Creepypastas and you're one as well. We kill people."

At the mention of the word 'kill' my interest was peaked and I asked him all about it. He explained how they were all insane and said he lived with a boy called Ben, a little girl named Sally, a kidney lover called Eyeless Jack, a clown called Laughing Jack, and many more and finally he told me about Slender. Now I wasn't dumb, I knew who Slender was. I agreed to meet them and I arrived at the mansion. He opened the door and everyone inside stared at him.

"Well?" Slender asked. Jeff stepped aside to show me to everyone. They were silent for a while before someone with a blue mask with black goo dripping from the sockets sighed. "Thank god. We thought Jeff had actually killed you. I'm Eyeless Jack by the way, but call me E.J."

"Hahaha. So you're MadDIE. My name's Laughing Jack." A clown with a black and white cone for a nose said.

Ben paused his game to look at me and grinned. "I'm Ben. Did you have fun fighting Jeff?"

I frowned, "No. He was annoyingly persistent." Jeff scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Everyone laughed.

"I'm sure he was." A boy with a white mask said. "By the way, my name's Masky and this," he showed me a boy with a yellow hoodie that shadowed his face and showed only his red eyes and frown, "is Hoodie." Hoodie only nodded. Slender stood up from his seat and I suddenly felt intimidated by how tall he was.

"Child, has Jeff told you about the ways of being a Creepypasta." He asked. I nodded.

"Don't feel as if you have a new responsibility on your shoulders. Just continue on with what you normally do. Being a Creepypasta is a just a title and you may choose to live or to not live with us. But I'm warning you, there are some like us out there that aren't as accepting."

A girl clutching a deformed and bloody teddy bear walked down the stairs and rubbed her eyes. "Slendy, what's with all the noise?"

"Sally, we have a new member of the family." Slender said to Sally

The girl, Sally, immediately ran over to me and hugged me. "Yay! Finally, a sister!" I remained frozen before I hugged her back and smiled slightly.

"So child, do you wish to live with us?" I was thinking of declining until I saw Sally giving I the puppy-dog eyes that were too cute to resist and I saw everyone's expectant eye on me as well. Come to think of it, I was pretty lonely because, well, who'd want to be friends with a psycho? Since everyone here was a psycho, then I might just find friends.

"Yes, Slender. I accept your offer." I said and I was crushed by Sally's hug.

"Yay!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and congratulated me or slapped me on the back.

I've been living with them for months now and I became bestfriends with Ben and Jeff who were both hilarious; also a new ghost girl named Vivian was pretty cool. I would sometimes accompany Jeff on his killing sprees and I both have a competition to see who can kill the most. He usually wins but when I do, he isn't a sore loser and he congratulates me. Everyone enjoyed my company thoroughly, especially Sally since there were no other girls in the house besides Vivian and me. Jeff would never admit it, but he was starting to like me.

I had an encounter with Zalgo while walking through the woods for a nice break. He attacked me and I tried to run away but he caught up to me easily. So this was what Slender meant when he said not all of them were as accepting. I tried to run away back to the mansion but it seemed that his main goal was to kill and or capture me. He had stabbed me in my stomach and he gave me] more minor cuts as well. I still managed to run away, before he caught me. As sickening as that sounds since I absolutely hated giving up. As soon as I reached the mansion's vicinity, Zalgo seemed to have disappeared in thin air. When I opened the doors, everyone already saw me and I was relieved that Slender wasn't there or else... I didn't want to imagine it. But Jeff and Ben were there, and they were so angry that it took the two Jacks and Masky's help to hold them back from marching outside and look for Zalgo.

"Imma kill that motherfu**er. Where is he? Where the hell is he!?" Jeff fumed, twirling his knife angrily

"Jeff, calm down. It's just a scratch." I reassured

"Just a scratch? Just a scratch! Jeezus, MadDIE, I don't call a stabbed stomach a freakin' scratch!" Jeff shouted in rage

"I'll be fine." I reassured him while he treated my injuries. Ben was surprisingly quiet. "Ben?" I asked to see if he was alright. "Are you ok?"

"No! How can I be when you nearly died? We can live longer than humans but if you die, you die!" Ben said exasperated

I only sighed but smiled at their worry towards me. Ben left reluctantly when I said that I could stand up. He had left me alone with Jeff. As soon as I made a move for the door, Jeff grabbed my wrists and I turned to look at him with a raised brow. "What's wrong?" I asked and was shocked when he hugged me. I both stayed in that position for a while before Jeff said, "Be more careful next time."

"Jeff I-" He cut me off with a passionate kiss to the lips.