Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
*This fanfic poem is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. This poem is about a ship fanchild I made for Jeff the Killer (created by GameFuelTV) and Eyeless Jack (created by Azelf5000). The characters I mentioned are in the Creepypasta fandom. Oh and Arlie was created by me! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!*
Once there was a seven year old boy named Arlie Curran
Who went out as a vampire on Halloween night
His orange pumpkin bucket was full to the brim with candy
The air smelled of sugar and spice
Some children were accompanied by parents, some went alone
His Mom hated Halloween, she was all the way back home
But Arlie didn’t cry, he kept his smile on
Went from this house to that house, he had collected them all!
One house still stood far off on a hill
A dilapidated, dreary mansion, where it was said two men lived to kill
One was so quiet you could hear the trees twist when he passed by
He wore a deep blue mask and he had no eyes
Once a doctor, he now feasts on human meat
His husband’s no better, he’ll put them to sleep
With pale leathery skin and bright white eyes
He grips his knife tight, his favorite way to bring demise
It’s said that Eyeless Jack and Jeff the killer
Will take you quick before you can scream
But Arlie didn’t believe
He proudly proclaimed:
“That’s a story to scare smaller kids, not me”
So off he went to that forlorn house on the hill
Knocked once, then waited for a bit
Not a soul answered, there was only the winding of the wind
Impatient and tired was he, Arlie turned to leave
But the door creaked open and a voice rasped out:
“It’s pretty late for you to come now”
A chill went up Arlie’s spine as he turned around
It was a pale man in a white hoodie with wide and white eyes!
Holding a shining silver knife real tight!
Just like in the stories he read, the man looked like…Jeff!
But if Jeff was there then Jack was close by
Sure enough, Arlie felt clawlike hands push him inside
The door slammed shut, there was nowhere the boy could run
He didn’t come back home, not even with the morning sun
Now it’s said that every Halloween night
A rotting, greenish corpse joins the men in the fright
It’s the size of a child, it still grips a pumpkin bucket
The candy inside has melted to mush
But it’s okay, because for this little cadaver
Halloween is every day
And he wouldn’t have it any other way!
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I'm checking out another one of your poems. I'm not deep into the fanfic scene or the fanchild scene, but I have seen a lot of stuff like this in my time on the internet lol.
This line almost gives a childish joviality to the scene, and the simple rhyme scene makes it stand out amongst the beginning.
Again, the excitement surrounding this gives it a nice edge. You always tend to add an almost childlike edge to your stories, especially the dark ones. I feel like some might be quick to call it "cringe" but I think it is so confident about itself that it somehow does a 360 spin to become cool and fun!
So this is basically the story about how Arlie got inducted into this group of ghouls, and I guess he became Jeff and Jack's son! I wonder whose pov this story is from. Part of me feels maybe it's from Arlie as a monster reflecting on his time as a human and spitting in the face of that time. Who needs to be human when halloween is everyday?
It is Arlie! It%u2019s supposed to be a poem you might have heard as a kid, like something that could have scared you when you were younger, but still fascinated you.
Ah you can really feel the childish confidence in this poem. I feel like the poem itself feels a bit basic, from the rhyme sheme but I like that it actually tells a story and tells it concisely. And yes, it was really creepy. I especially like that in a poem format it doesnt really matter if the descriptions are lacking, it's part of the medium to suspend some disbelief. I find the last few lines especially gruesome. Perfect for Halloween, I suppose xd