your parents will always haunt you (love and blood rhyme)

*This fanfic song/poem is under my folder “Creepypasta stuff”. I have decided to make a song about a hypothetical school (really an asylum) for children of Creepypastas, since I’ve seen magic schools/descendant schools as a trope a lot. So yeah, enjoy and Happy Spooky season!*

Welcome, one and all!

To a place where you can grow to be your own!

This right here is a school of descendants!

Descendants of the greatest, most divine heroes 

And descendants of the wretched, most feared villains

But you’ve heard it all before, haven’t you?

“School for the Loved”, “School for the Damned”, “Academy of the Greats”, “Academy of the Wicked”

It’s nothing new to you

But if those monsters in the silver screen

Those creatures you see only in dreams

Those beings that have no name

No written record of existence, no documentation of being seen 

Only evidence of them rising up when technology was becoming more than enough 

These creatures we call “Creepypastas”

If they were to have kids

Would they truly be loved?

Would they be cared for despite all odds?

Would their broken-up, tainted-heart parents show them compassion?

In a world that’s so ready to snuff out the innocent?

Nay, they see vulnerability as weakness

For what did being nice ever get them?

They harden their children to be killers

To take lives without a second thought

They’ll praise them if they do the “right thing”

The right thing being to break someone as much as they can

And when they’re proud 

They hug too tight, their laughs are too high, and their smiles are too wide 

Their grins are covered in blood and maggots and pieces of flesh

If they don’t like their child’s friend, too bad, they’re next

Still, those jagged-toothed smiles are better than the nightmares 

For parents such as these won’t hesitate to creep into their minds 

To show them all their worst fears and then some

Break their bones

Eat their flesh

Drink their blood

Stab their frail little bodies

Choke them till they’re blue

All kinds of torture, all kinds of abuse 

They’ll kill that child if they didn’t do what they asked

They’ll kill that poor kid with no real thought, only action 

These parents are no parents you’ve seen

They’re monsters to the humans

So they’ll be monsters to the kids

They used to be so full of love, so full of light

The world broke them, but they chose to stay in the dark

Their children are the future, so they send off to

A school

A prison

A building with many walls and many rooms

Barbed wire fence, screams ring the air

Some of them learn their lesson

And the rest?

Well, the rest are gone

Never to be heard from again

It’s a place where all Creepypastas send their children

For they’re much too busy with all the horrors they have to inflict upon us humans

So the Creepypasta kids go to this special place, built just for them

To be a child of a Creepypasta is to live a horror movie

Always in the shadows of their parents, always haunted by their parents

The question is

Who will they be?

Will they let their hopes and dreams die in a six foot hole just like their parents did with their own?

Or will they fly high with the only goal in mind to “just be”?

Will they follow in their footsteps or won’t they?