Clockwork Creepypasta Cosplay Novels & Stories

Alex was shocked to witness this as well, not just the two crabs, despite being already busy slaughtering the Undead army. He couldn’t bring himself to utter a single word as he held onto the Requiem Clock. A while later, he asked Clinton, “Hey, Shelly can control time? Say, can you ask her to make me look a few years younger?” The Requiem Clock was speechless. “Do you think you’re not young enough? If you get any younger, you’d have to wear baby onesies.” ‘Uhm-’ Alex then remembered that he looked like a fourteen-year-old child ever since he had merged with Ymir's Divine Bone.

~ The beddings of my bed had a wooden mannequin disguised as a sleeping form which was easy to deceive an onlooker as I dressed it up like me with the lighting of the room reduced to just the moonlight. “Where is she?” My gaze checking on the wooden clock every second, unable to sit still, I paced around twisting, turning, half yelling, and stopped at intervals to sip some water to relieve the stress eating deep into my soul. I wore a black cloak with a feather mask, black gloves, and high black boots. My hair was wrapped into a big bun and I was free from my diamonds and items of beautification. I left my door open and when a tiptoeing sound hit the floor I knew it was time.

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.

68. ATTA GIRL The vigil was a beautifully resplendent, and a truly elaborate ceremony. Well as beautiful as a funeral ceremony could be anyway. The entire pack was up between the wee hours of dawn and midnight old and young alike, dressed in formal attires of midnight black with no trace of any other colour... just as werewolf culture demanded.

Hanging lamps stretch over the party area, wrapped around trees and around the stage. Their light is orange, dim like candlelight. People dressed in colorful costumes, with many wearing Halloween costumes. Some are dressed as sexy bunnies, mummies, zombies, and even werewolves. “Windward.” When Vero heard Lev calling her by her last name, her heart raced, and her pulse is so strong that it makes her throat tighten. She stares at the surface of the lake for a split second.

But… there was no clock to tell the time; how would they be able to know when to entirely stop having sex? They didn’t want to fail. Suddenly, the door opened, and they saw a man walk in dressed in a black outfit. He wasn’t masked, but his hands were gloved. His eyes, though, were an unnatural magenta, glowing colour. Without a word to them, he placed a clock on the bedside table and then stared at them for a while. Facing his scrutinising gaze, they were understandably uncomfortable. Julee even subconsciously drew closer to Recson. “The clock is 2 hours and 30 minutes behind normal time. Have fun,” the man said, but to their horror, he wasn’t even moving his mouth; instead, his eyes had tur

Mostly girls dress as killer strippers, and the boys as a hot and sexy serial killer. Cheryl blossom is the only girl among them that dress differently, not only her tho. She dressed in this black leather jacket, on top this ripped black jeans, flopping up with also a black boots. Her whole dressing can be described a hot, sexy gangster. Truly Cheryl had the killer look, her gaze alone had Aiden pierce looking at her since the party started.

Skaii and I make ourselves comfortable and waited < the creature is approaching the passage, it’s go time > {{ roger, over and out }} I check the time and it’s 2:40 AM which means it’s coming to prepare in time for the witching hour which is believed to be 3:00 AM, we take our ear pieces out and turn them off as well as the light and move closer to the closet curtains to get a better look, the wall slowly rumbles open then closes again. The figure stands in the shadows for a few minutes then takes a very audible and deep breath before walking around towards the bed by the bedside table and sets a pouch down < seems like your father was here visiting you again hmm, the poor sap being all hope

I couldn't understand what he was doing at first. He was getting frustrated as I had no idea what he was try to illustrate for me then said, 'I am the Voodoo Man okay. I once told you I want to become a Sorcerer, now I am. I am the sorcerer in the black cults. I had to live in your world which I future for some time to gather all the spells and enchanting books I needed. "Oh, Oh, Oh. Yeah I recognize you but why would you wear fake sorcerer custume just like the one I wear on Halloween night", I replied him.

I whispered to her slowly, hoping she could understand me. "What if it's a tourist?" Zeno thought. "Then... ciao adios, I'm done." The girl nodded, whirling around to show her pitiful face but... I was wrong. Way Wrong. I stared at her in horror as her face was covered in blood and her eyes were stitched that off with buttons and in her mouth, she was chewing on a clothing brand paper. She smiled creepily, getting up. That was my cue to scream and run. I got up, running to the other direction but stopped at the other possible unhuman being drinking a juice made out of clothes. The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up f