Featured: Michael Myers
Jacks strange eating habits.Have you ever wanted to live life to the fullest?
TO the things you are too afraid of doing because you think you might kill yourself or get hurt?
I know you already know me quite well but if you forgot something here is a little short description of myself.
My name is Jack im a 35 year old white male with black back slicked hair with some grey spots in.
People offten see me as beeing odd or even scary.
I'm not really sure why tough.
Is it because of my snow white face? The black makeup around my eyes on my lips and cheeks? Is it the fact that it makes my face look like a skull in the dark?
Or is it because of my yellow eyes or because I got dressed in all black no matter how hot or how cold it is outside?
Or... maybe it is because of my white gloves that has long sharp razor blades at the tip of the fingers that resemble claws, and look remarkably similar to Freddy Krueger's claw hand.
I don't know maybe it's all of that or non if it, you tell me.
Michael Myers fanfiction RP part 1This is an rp I did a long time ago and I was planning on turning it into a fanfiction but I was too lazy to do it. So while reading you will notice how the first part is well written and edited. The rest of the story is unedited and straight from the roleplay itself.
A steady breeze flowed throughout the quiet town of Haddonfield, Illinois. It was a cool fall night, just like any other fall night in Haddonfield. Though this night there was something different... something evil..
Her heart was beating so fast it might burst out of her chest, her feet flew through the air as she raced to her house in a mad dash. Everything was going by in a blur around Veronica Strode as she raced on, her feet propelling her forwards like a torpedo.
The night was dark and eerie. The silence was even more unnerving.
Her shoes thudded loudly on the steps as she zoomed up to the front door.Jerking it open frantically she rushed inside and slammed it shut.Panting, she slumped against the wooden frame