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Monotone: The creation you made and forgot (Creepypasta)

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⚠️Content warnings: Description of unaliving and gore, obsession?⚠️

Things you can and can not do with the story and characters:

You can:

• Make art about the story and characters

• Make videos about the story and characters

• Write alternatives IF the original story is linked or credited

• Do ships for some reason?? There are no minors in this creepypasta

• You can use my art of this creepypasta, as long as my signatures aren't removed

You can not:

• I prefer it if Amelia and Mono do not get romantically shipped, they're a "duo" yes, but Mono doesn't love Amelia

→ Mono isn't really one for love, though she can experience it

• Do not repost the story without credit

• Do not remove my signatures of my art, this is self-explanatory

(Might or might not add things in the future)

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I'll gladly answer questions 💕

Words: 2929 ; Reading time: 13-15 minutes

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"And my pens are gone again, what the fuck? They were here just a moment ago." Amelia let out a groan of annoyance, she was everything but in a good mood.

I watched her quietly; I didn't mind that she was angry. I would be mad, too, if someone stole my stuff. Truly, I understood her. However, the thoughts that I stole her pens, and that she wasn't able to get them without my help, were kind of amusing.

Amelia continued to look around for her supplies, she lifted her bags, papers, looked into drawers, under the bed. Everywhere. She looked everywhere for the pens, that I had. I giggled, but she luckily didn't hear it.

Amelia gave up on looking and searching for her pens. She was on her phone for a moment and then left shortly after. She went out of the room and closed the door. Not only that, but she left me alone, going to school, paying no attention to me. I hated the fact that she spent more time with someone else. But what was I supposed to do?

I got out like usual to look around her place again. I was there for about a week. As for now, I'm still not sure what exactly happened, or how I got there, but I liked it. One day something 'woke me up' I didn't see anything, everything was dark, but hearing was the first thing that I was able to do, then I was able to feel, a little later able to see and then slowly start to think for myself. However, my memories from that day are more of a blur. I'm not sure if I was able to do things before then, and I just have a bad memory loss, or if that really was the day when I woke up. Probably both if I'm being honest.

I looked around Amelia's room, usually I cleaned small pieces of trash up. It's nothing too noticeable, but still making a difference. I also took a look at her art occasionally. Soon I realized that was not complete, there were many other drawings similar to me, but they had color, stories, names. These drawings had everything I don't have. I am monotone, gray, no story, no name. Just a body and thoughts, that's what I have and am. Well, I ended up giving myself a name.

I can complete myself, I can create myself. They can't do that; they don't have feelings like I do; they can't get out like I do; they can't do the things that I can. This makes me so much more superior, but why didn't Amelia finish me then, when I am superior?

I still don't know. I tried not to think about it too much, but the thought that Amelia didn't care about me as much hurt.

I took the other drawings, nowhere in particular, just made them disappear by taking them with me.

"Amelia should be in school right now. Might as well look around her house a little." I whispered to myself. So I decided to look for interesting things and figure out more stuff about Amelia. That's what I did, going from room to room. I didn't find anything interesting, except one picture of Amelia and someone else.

Amelia has orange reddish-dyed hair, a simple but engaging style of clothes and brown eyes. The other person was a friend of hers. I immediately didn't like them. They weren't ugly, or anything, but the picture alone made me hate them.

Continuing to go around the house, I almost forgot the time. I stared at the clock. Amelia was going to be home very soon, and I was right.

There were keys rattling coming from the other side of the door and two different voices. One voice I was able to recognize as Amelia's voice immediately, but I didn't know who the other voice belonged to.

I hid in a closet for jackets. It was warm outside, and she didn't need to go inside there. The closet was the best possible hiding spot I found on time, I would never have managed to get back to her room in time.

The footsteps got closer. They stood right in front of me, just the closet door keeping us from seeing each other. The door was slightly open, I watched the two walk past by me. Amelia and the other person from the picture.

I kept quiet and just stared at them with anger. The two had a lot of fun together. They laughed and talked a lot like friends, but they were most likely more than friends.

I wasn't in love with Amelia. I don't like her, but hate wasn't the right word either. It was a hate-love thing I felt for her. Ambivalence, that's what I felt. And pure hatred for her friend or partner even.

Both of them walked into her room, but the door was kept slightly open. Staring at the door that was slightly open, I listened to the two talk about all kind of different stuff. Maybe even zoning out for a moment, there were so many thoughts and feelings running through me, through my head.

I was for some reason overwhelmed, I didn't know what I was feeling. I just wanted them gone, get rid of the friend and show Amelia what I felt. Being ignored is the last thing I want.

So. While I was in the closet, being confused, I heard the friend standing up and saying that they had to use the bathroom. They walked out of the room a moment after, heading to the bathroom.

The door to Amelia's room was more closed now. I knew what I had to do.

I slowly got out of the closet, making as little noise as possible, and headed to the bathroom, where her friend was. I got a pen with me and held it with a firm grip in my hand.

Having the ability to bring physical objects onto paper is useful. My skin is a weird combination of skin and paper. Feels like skin, but works like paper, you can even draw on me with any kind of art medium. Though the objects I take on me appear like a tattoo on my skin, and I can only take small objects.

Standing in front of the bathroom, I quietly opened the door and walked towards Amelia's friend. They however didn't see me immediately and asked, "Amelia? Did something happen that you have to walk into the bathroom?" They laughed slightly.

As the friend looked up in the mirror, the last thing they saw was me standing behind them, with a pen above my head, ready to gouge their eyes out. I turned them around so they faced me.

They tried to scream, to beg, to cry out loud, but it was difficult with my other hand holding their mouth shut, not letting them make any loud noises. I gave them a gentle and motherly kind of smile, before I started to stab them with the pen multiple times. First I stabbed into the eyes, gouging them out of the eye sockets, then all over the face, as my anger boiled over. I ended it with one strong stab into the throat to quicken the death. The red-colored liquid that flowed out of the eyes and throat was just so beautiful and had a nice texture too. It was perfect.

It's not like I enjoyed or wanted to kill them for my own amusement. Did it feel good? Yes, but the main reason for the killing was... Nothing personal against them, but against Amelia. Now Amelia was able to give me attention, with no one between us.

The corpse looked pretty messed up, and the floor did too. I could've just let it lie there. It's not like arresting a drawing would make sense. But I decided to carry the corpse into the bathtub and to clean the blood off the floor.

There were steps coming closer to the bathroom, "Hey? Is everything alright in there? Did you fall into the toilet?" I heard Amelia getting closer, however I didn't panic. I opened the door, walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind me, so Amelia didn't have to see her, now dead, friend.

She stared at me as if she had seen a ghost. "Hey, Amelia. Remember me?" I stared at her brown eyes, there was a right and wrong answer. She started to slowly back away from me, "You look familiar, but I don't know who you are. Who are you? Where is my friend?!" I followed her steps; she was moving towards her room.

She started running before I was able to answer. "You know, it's rude not to let someone answer questions. Your friend won't bother us. I just want to talk." Amelia almost shut the door in front of my face. Luckily, I was quick enough to stick my foot between the door and door frame; she leaned against the door with her whole body. I couldn't push against the door. It wasn't like that she was heavy or anything, I just didn't want to hurt her, yet.

"Leave me alone! How did you get inside my house anyway?!" Amelia yelled panicked, she didn't remember me. I told her in a calm voice, "You let me in, about a week ago. You didn't give me a name or anything. You just drew me and then left me in your sketchbook." It was quiet for a moment, then she spoke again, "What do you mean by that?"

"You seriously don't remember me, do you? You say that I look familiar, but you don't even try. You know what? I'll just continue myself." I felt the weight on the door shift. Amelia didn't lean against the door anymore, it sounded like she was looking for something.

I opened the door and looked at her. "I drew you? Into which sketchbook? How are you even alive?" I just smiled at her, walked over to her art supplies and took the sketchbook she drew me and many other characters in and held it out to her. She looked into it, "Okay... Where are the other drawings? What do you want to prove with this?" "Are you stupid? I took the drawings, and I am not in it because, well, I am here." I thought for a moment

"Never mind, don't answer that. You really must be stupid to just let me into your room in this situation, bombard me with questions, and now try to talk to me like you weren't scared to death just a moment ago." I hit the spot; she got angry. "Well, I hoped if I acted more friendly, you might actually answer some questions! I just want to know how you're alive and what you are! Just answer those two questions."

Slight laughter was my answer. I stared at her and noticed a blueish ink like liquid dripping out of the corner of my mouth. "I don't know how I am alive, nor do I know what I am! I don't even know who I am! I'm just gray, monotone. Just a body with life in it!" I was filled with every kind of negative emotion, anger, sadness, confusion. My eyes started to fill with this blueish ink like liquid too. The liquid flows out of my eyes like the blood out of the eye sockets. I took a pen again and stared at Amelia.

A panicked look grew on Amelia's face. She tried to run away, but I was faster and grabbed her wrist as tight as possible and pulled her closer to me. Her screams filled the room, she begged for help, hoped that anyone would hear her. I grabbed her face like I grabbed her friends. "Do you really want to know what happened to your friend? Surely by now you know." Tears rolled down her cheeks and onto my hand, she stared at me with terror in her eyes and cried.

I took the pen, looked at it and then back to her, "you know what, I'm not sure whether I should make your death quick or not. Or if I should let you live." I sighed. "Just call me Monotone." The hand with the pen was now on face height, ready to gouge her eyes out.

Muffled screaming and crying were the only noises coming from her. I did to her the same thing as I did to her friend, except for stabbing into her throat. I let her fall to the ground, blood flowing out of the two holes that her eyes were supposed to be in. Her death should take longer.

She cried and tried to stand up, which was difficult being blind. I pulled on her reddish hair, made her face me and stared at her blood filled eye sockets. "I am the creation you made and forgot." I let go of her hair a moment after and kicked her side, so she would fall over. I also took some of her art supplies and her phone.

After a week of stalking her, I knew her password. I now use the phone as my own.

Anyway.

Since a good while now, I've just been going from place to place. Stealing stuff, letting people think they've misplaced it or forgot something.

Being the first week of your life stuck in a home and not having any contact with the outside world can be overwhelming. Everything is so loud, so bright, the temperature is different all the time. Some weird people, mostly males, tried to hit on me or told me that I have a 'cool costume', guess being seen by a few people does not hurt. But I still try to stay hidden.

Now, after a few days of being outside, I decided to visit Amelia's home again. I've always been near it and already saw some missing person posters of her and her friend on some walls and streetlamps. However, for some reason, the police didn't investigate it. They were at her home, but not in it, how stupid.

I was at her home, looking through the windows, but all the curtains were closed. Odd, I was sure they were open when I had been here the last time. Soon I found a window which was slightly open, I used it to break in and get into the house.

Immediately I noticed something was wrong.

I went to the bathroom where I murdered Amelia's friend. The smell explained a lot. The corpse was still in the bathtub and looked everything else than healthy, no one seemed to have been in here.

So I went to Amelia's room, assuming that she was there dead too. I mean, I gouged her eyes out, and she bled a lot. To my surprise, she wasn't there. Amelia wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Standing still, I was as quiet as possible, so I would be able to hear any noises. The floor creaked quietly behind me, I knew she stood behind me, facing my way. Saying that she was looking at me wouldn't be right, I made her blind.

"I know that you're here, Mono. But why? You don't have a reason to be here. Wanted to laugh at my pathetic dead corpse?" Amelia was mad, she has gone mad. "No, actually, but if it makes you happy, then yes." I kept my calm and turned to her. "Damn, your face is ugly."

Amelia smiled and got closer, "well, at least I don't have to see it. You did it. You have to see it." I smiled back, clever answer coming from someone like her, I hated it. "Well, since I did it, you probably want me to help you now, I mean, I can clean your face up from that crusty dry blood."

She stood right before me, and I put my hand on her shoulder, she flinched slightly. I looked down at her hand and sighed, "really? Are you planning on stabbing me with that? Did you even try to hide it?" She lifted her hand with scissors in it, pointed at me and nodded. "You're a monster! I want you to live through the hell you put me in!"

"You're desperate, you need help, and you smell bad. Have you even been able to eat anything? You look hungry... You need me. I'm the only one willing to help you right now." I said in a calm voice while carefully taking the scissors out of her hand, "you're weak too..." Amelia let me take the scissors from her. "How can I be sure that you won't kill me?" She got quiet. This was way too much fun.

I put the scissors away and then held both of her shoulders. "It'd only be fair for what I did. Now, let's get to the kitchen to clean your face." She just nodded as a response and started to leave the room, seems like she started to adjust to the environment.

Laughing was all I wanted to do as she walked away. She was so pathetic, weak and naive. But, I suppose, she realized quickly that I'm the only one that can take care of her right now. Now she can pay attention to only me, while I'm just going to toy with her. I feel like she might still want to try to kill me, though.

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To anyone that actually read the whole story, I am impressed :0

I hope you enjoyed it or something like that-

As someone that doesn't has English as their first language, this was a struggle and frustrating at times, but it was fun nonetheless!

As I said before, I'm open to answer questions :D

Open for criticism as always!

Bye bye!

-ClrdScorp / Clrdmask

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