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lukalew · 4 years

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- - - The Affectionner - - A Creepypasta Origin

Axel Coss, black haired boy, with a white streak of hair going down the middle of his front hair. Strange really, not many kids a white streak of hair. But, moving on from that, he lived with his mom, Cece Coss, his dad, James Coss, and his two brothers, Ames and A.J. Triplets of course, they did everything together . Play, draw, clean, and otherwise. They all five lived in St. George, Utah, on a empty land, with their house and field. After the triplets were born tho, James and Cece decided to move to Kansas. But that didn't work out well. So, they moved to Mississippi. Where the triplets are now 15. School was pretty easy and all, everyone loved them. Well, the majority of people in their school. Axel was really the quiet and calm one, Ames, the short tempered, and A.J, the awkward type. So, they all kinda just stuck together like a pod. A couple more and now they are all 25 , well...two are at least. Ames and Axel- now , A.J ... when he turned to the age of 22, he got kidnapped and was tortured to death. LITERALLY. Nobody was able to find him. Until 2 months later, after he died he was found in a rusty old grey building. Almost looking like it was gonna collapse. His face torn, ripped...his arm and legs broken. It was just a nightmare, but thats only the start of it.

Ames got pretty emotional afterwards - Axel didn't say much after as well. He sometimes stayed in his room for hours , not eating, sleeping, nothing really, just thinking. 4 months passed and later on, Cece and James had been kidnapped by the same guys from when A.J was. And the parents died as well. The kidnappers had been caught and taken to jail. Ames soon left Axel, and if he was being honest to himself..he was glad Ames left. After everything that happened Ames started to drink and abuse Axel. Thats when his life became even more of a living hell. Work got harder, the bills were too much, and nothing could really make him happy at this point. Except for thing. Stitching. He would stitch blankets, stuffed animals, and when he got a bad cut- sometimes even himself. That was the only thing...for now. He was like cursed or something. Thats when he got to point- - -"Your fired." "What?" his voice shuddered as he clicked his pen a few times. "Your..FIRED!! You always mess up on the cars when we are on break- and you are too quiet- good for nothing piece of roadkill!" his boss, Keith, screeched as he took a fair raise of the hand and slapped him across his ear to mouth-that somehow cutting him. I mean, he was holding a wrench so- that probably why. Axel gently ran his finger down his face from his ear to mouth and felt the blood rushing out. "O-okay, under-s-stood..sir." the male exhaled taking th scarf he brought in with him because it was usually cold in the warehouse. Axel slid it on and ran home. At this point it was too much. He sat on the dining room chair rethinking his entire existence. "Do i even matter?...Of course i don't- not to my parents, not to my boss, ...not to my family.." out of the corner of his eye- he spotted a small, brown and white gun. "Thats it..." he said to himself, with a faint- but crazy smile. He walked to the gun, and made sure it was loaded. The black haired male pointed it to his heart and shot himself. Blood splattering on the wall and carpet. No screams, no cries, no pain. With the last bit of energy that he had, he shot himself in the head...

"Hey! Ax! Over here!" his brother A.J shouted waving from the field. He smiled softly and ran to the other versions of him. "whats up?" he asked kneeling down to his height. "Why do you always wear that scarf? It kinda looks like its from the eighteen hundreds." Ames spoke lifting a piece of the scarf up from Axel's neck. "Well, this girl at school gave it to me." He laughed softly rubbing the back of his neck. "Ooooooo!- Axel has a crush! Axel has a cru-" Ames interrupted what A.J said by pushing him backwards- "Oh shut up, its probably just a present." he sighed. "Whatever you say, maybe you should ask her out! Whats her name??" A.J declared getting up and picking some dandelions from the ground and putting them in his hair. "O-Oh uhh, her name is Jane-." Axel slightly blushed. Ames sighed laying down with his hands behind his head. "Yup, just as i expected- good old Jane Arkensaw.. she's kinda a brat if you ask me." "H-hey! Thats not true, she's actually really nice if you get to know her." A.J looked confused. "Isn't she the one who hasn't been coming to school for some time?" Ames glared at A.J- "Yes, yes she is." Axel replied taking the dandelions out of A.J's hair and putting them in a row at the top of his black silk hair, seeing he was struggling to put them in since they just get falling out. "i hope she's okay tho..."

HIs eyes shot open and then rubbed his head. "just another stupid nightmare..." he calls them nightmares because, well to him they are just painful memories. He put on his boots and looked at the calendar, "Huh....Macy Stars...well, this should be fun." He sighed and git his scalpel, stitching utensils, needles, thread, and his scarf. Ax put the scarf on and walked out with his drawstring bag.

(This is the bag btw)

He followed the directions where it told him to go. Now, he would normally go on his own free will and time, but it was like Slender decided when she dies. He shrugged it off and soon arrived. "This must be it huh?" Ax sighed ruffling his own hair a bit so his scar would show as much. He thought if you had scars it makes you weak, can't take care of your self. Anyways, he quietly entered through her back door,which was unlocked. "Who leaves their back door unlocked at a time like this?" The medium hight male said looking at the sunset and took in a deep breath then exhaled. That sorta calmed him down. Axel walked up the stairs and looked in the bathroom to see her doing her makeup. He had to admit she was beautiful, but still worthless to him. She was in fact a girl that went to his school. "There we go!" She smiled at herself in the mirror and did a duck face as if the mirror was taking a photo of her. She was really nice to him and all, but he didn't care, he didn't care about any of the victims of his. "They don't deserve this love...." he shuddered under his breath. Axel walked in holding a scalpel and his eyes now looking fully gold. The brown faded away, no mercy in his look. Macy spotted him in the mirror and screamed backing up her back hitting the sink. "How did you get in my house?!" She screamed and reached for a small mirror of hers and hid it behind her. "That's a pretty stupid question to ask...more concerned how I got in your house...then how your gonna survive this? Well, I can answer that for you. Your not." He walked to her and slashed the scalpel across her face- giving her a scar as well, "OWW- YOU LITTLE-" She screamed in pain holding one side of her face and taking the mirror and trying to hit him with it. Axel sighed seeing her on the ground, she had fell. He bent down, and grabbed her arms- putting them together. "W-wh-What are you doing....?!" She asked in a shaky tone. No response, he softly held them tightly tighter and took out his stitching utensils and started to weave her arms together. "Ow stop please!!" She begged trying to kick him- but he was almost done with the stitching process. Is she really that weak, stitches don't even hurt that bad, it's like poking yourself with a sharp en or pencil. Macy looked down at her sewn arms and her eyes as wide as the galaxy. "I really don't like loud noises you know... so, if you would have just been quiet I wouldn't had have to do this.." he softly whispered in her ear and sew her mouth together. No matter how hard she tried to scream- it was all just muffled noises. "There we go. Now, if you don't mind me, I will proceed to kill you." Her eyes were wider now. Tears formed in her eyes and just looked down. "Aww.. come on now-" he started to say, lifting up her chin and wiping the tears away. "I'm just putting you out of your misery- we only live in this world to die, it just is stressful for me to see people in pain like this." That was a lie of course. He didn't care if his victims were hurt, physically or mentally.

He cut open her stomach and found her heart. "There it is..." he took another piece of thread and needle then started to stitch a X into her heart. Soon, a golden piece of light came out of her heart and Axel held his arm out-the light transferred to his arm and he sighed in relief. "That felt good," he thought then looked down at Macy. "You know, life is as valuable as your love.." he smiled then ripped her heart out in one light pull. Her body falling to the floor . He smiled softly and set the heart near her makeup. He always set the heart of theirs next to something they loved. "Now that that's done," he sighed getting up and grabbing all his things and heading out.

His appearance strikes so many people, sometimes he would pretend to be a human to lure in victims. He is a handsome, kind, boy- so it's pretty easy. But he doesn't do it often, only when there's nobody really good to kill.

He still has his black hair with the white streak. And of course, he wear a big grey scarf around his neck with a small black X at the bottom of the end of the scarf. A beige, sorta brown jacket. Sometimes he would wear a black zipped up leather coat, but that's only when it's really cold outside. Black pants with a chain going form the top right corner of his belt, to the lower half of his left side. Sorta like his scar. Black boots with a stitched in X at the bottom corner of both boots. Some witnesses have said he is a tall, around 5'5 , male. Some people say he takes in emotions, that's not really it tho...

See, what he can do is- he only takes peoples lives, who get a lot of love, and give a lot of love, and not really sad people. He would climb through their windows at night , or when they are alone. But in some cases he just breaks in wherever he can. Axel is a ghost, spirit, otherwise. But he doesn't really like doing all of that appearing in thin air thing. Ever since people have reported sightings of him, he tries his bets you stay of out sight. Axel will use his stitches to sew a big X into their heart so he can acquire all the love that has been given to the person, or, the love that they have to share. If they attempt to scream or fight back, he will sew their mouths closed- or arms and legs together. The reason he takes the affection from his victims is because, his parents gave him none- and when he was alive, nobody gave him any either. After some time, the affection runs out, so he needs to restock it every 2-4 days. If one of his victims try to give him affection before they die, he will go to their height smile at them , and say...

"Im afraid ...your love means nothing to me.."

He also has another famous quote which is..

"Life is as valuable as your love."

If he were to go on a mission with a creepypasta - his most compatible people would be

-Puppeteer

-Jason The Tomaker

-Eyeless Jack

- Laughing Jack

- Jane The Killer

- Sally

- Zero

- and Judge Angels

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Mercy Killing

A/N: I'm sorry this took longer to churn out than I had planned. I wrote Fireworks in between chapters to kind of give myself a bit of a break. I'm a little stuck on this fic now, not entirely sure where to go with it. I think I'll start bringing in plot points from the show to help me along though they're not going to cannonically line up. Coss-posted on AO3!

Chapter Four: Discovery

Half a bottle of whiskey lay on her oak table, beer bottles littered around beside it. Lav was in Fangs’ lap again, turned sideways she that her feet were on the middle of the couch between both boys.

“So, question or a shot?” Fangs’ asked her with a devious smile. They were playing this stupid game where either you had to answer an (usually) intrusive question or take a shot of whiskey. It was to keep her mind off of what had just happened with Jughead.

Lav’s stomach turned at the thought of another shot. She had avoided his questions almost entirely. Now that it was her turn again she knew she’d have to answer if she didn’t want to puke again.

She let out a somewhat frustrated sigh, “question, I guess. Just go easy on me.”

Fangs grinned, his grip around her waist tightening slightly as he laughed triumphantly. Sweet Pea glanced at them before taking a swig of beer, his grip on it straining the glass of the bottle. In his other hand he was going through Snap Chat, looking at photos Toni had posted recently.

“Who was your greatest lay?” He asked, having wondered for a while. Lav was a tease but she didn’t really pursue sexual partners. That being known, he knew she wasn’t a virgin because she had told him before during one of these games.

Lavender rolled her eyes at him, thinking that he already knew the answer. If she lied then he’d just challenge her and make her take a shot. “You.”

Sweet Pea nearly choked, he had no idea Fangs and Lav had slept together. He was immediately offended that Fangs didn’t tell him about it. He shot his friend a narrow-eyed look. How could he keep this from him? Maybe he was embarrassed to have fucked a Northsider.

“Hate to break it to you, baby girl, but we’ve never had sex. I’d remember.” Fangs said, clearly amused by her thinking that they’d done it and that he was the best. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. As much as he liked Lav and loved the prospect, he wouldn’t overstep their friendship like that. Not unless she really wanted to.

Lav gave him a look that was ebbed with confusion, “it was last Fourth of July. At the Wyrm. We’d been playing pool and I got stupid drunk off of an Old Fashioned and tequila. You left bruises that lasted almost two weeks.”

Fangs shook his head, “I was outside all night with the fireworks. Tall Boy put me in charge of them. I barely had anything to drink that whole night.”

Sweet Pea’s tan face blanched. “Fuck!” He snarled out as he stood up abruptly while placing his phone into his back pocket. Then he stormed out of the trailer, slamming the door behind him so hard that the picture frames on the walls shook.

The teens looked at each other silently wondering what the hell had just happened. “Maybe someone snapped him a dick pic?” Lav asked, not really knowing if that would cause that kind of reaction but also figuring that it would.

Fangs laughed at the thought, “I like dick pics.”

Lav rolled her eyes, “because you like dicks, dummy. I don’t think Sweet Pea does…does he?” She was suddenly confused. She’d seen him with plenty of girls but never with any guys.

“Nah, he doesn’t swing that way. A shame, really.” Fangs joked.

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Sweet Pea threw his half empty beer bottle onto the ground, the green glass shattering against the dirt. He had retreated into his trailer where he was flipping furniture and smashing lamps. Anything to get this aggression out. The heat of fury on his brain making his pursuit of destruction relentless.

It couldn’t have been her. The girl he slept with in the back of the Wyrm of the Fourth was blonde. She was taller. She never said her name but fuck it couldn’t have been her. In the back of his mind a voice was telling him that this was why her body looked so familiar, this is why he recognized her almost bare form that night on the side of the road before he even saw her face.

He punched the wall in a fit of rage, the drywall easily giving in under the force and leaving a massive hole. His eyes roved up to the American Flag that was pinned up above the now cushion-less couch. What would his father think if he knew he’d hooked up with some whore from the north side of the tracks?

Pea almost instantly regretting thinking that, knowing deep down that Lav wasn’t a whore. She hadn’t seemed to have hooked up with anyone since then. Not to mention she had said he was the best she’d ever had. Christ, she was the tightest he’d ever had, though the quickie wasn’t necessarily something to brag to his friends about.

He cursed at himself again, throwing another punch at the plaster to create an even bigger hole. For fuck’s sake, he had liked the girl he was with that night. The way she showed off her assets to him by bending over the pool table. The manner in which she threw her head back with each shot. The catty glances and tiny smirks on her red lips. How she effortlessly let him manhandle her around in the stock room. There was no possible way it could have been her.

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Toni had come over later than night to help cook some dinner for all of them. Cheryl had accompanied her in the usual fashion. They arrived to see Fangs and Lav drunk out of their minds with a mess of empty bottles all across the living room.

“Should she really be drinking?” Toni asked incredulously. She didn’t like the idea of them being hammered if another pack of Ghoulies were to roll up and try and finish the job they had started. If they even knew where she lived, of course.

Fangs shrugged, taking a final swig of beer. “She’s fine.” He slurred, pulling Lavender against him.

Lav let out a light giggle at him. “Hey, Toni. I have a question. You remember the Fourth of July?”

“Of course I do, I was the only sober one inside.” Toni said with a roll of her eyes. There was a faint smile on her lips though. “Do you remember who I was with?” Lav asked, hoping that Toni would know the answer to the question as to who she had slept with that night. Both she and Fangs had been dying to know. It had to have been another Serpent, there was no other explanation. One of the other teenagers, definitely…hopefully.

Toni was silent for a moment, “You were both pretty hammered.” She said, thinking back to that night. “But you were with Sweet Pea. He took you to the back room and you two made some pretty impressive noises.”

Lav’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Fangs nearly jumped from the couch, the only thing keeping him seated was the weight of her on top of him. “I fucked Sweet Pea and you never told me?!” She asked, her voice raising an octave in desperation. Not only had she slept with him but she had admitted in front of him that it was great.

The tan girl gave her a puzzled look. “I just thought it was so bad that you two never wanted to talk about it. That’s why you were always fighting.”

Cheryl was shocked as well, “you let that behemoth take advantage of Lavie?” She asked. As interesting as she found this turn of events, she felt sorry for Lav. For the look on her face was so distraught, like she’d been punched in the stomach with a strong fist.

“I didn’t know her yet.” Toni said after shrugging it off, “Plus she kissed him first.”

She had forgotten about that too. She remembered him guiding her to the dimly lit room and him asking her how she liked it. He forced her to say a few choice things that she didn’t want to admit out loud. “Did I?”

Toni laughed lightly, “Oh yea, grabbed him by the dog togs and planted one right on him.” An amused expression crossed her face as Lav looked horrified. It’s not like she wasn’t physically attracted to Sweet Pea but he seemed to absolutely loathe her.

“That’s why he stormed out…” Lav said, starting to panic, “he figured it out.” She squirmed out of Fangs’ grasp.

Cheryl looked over the scene before her, “So you’re saying that neither of you remembered a night of hot passion in the back of that hazy excuse of a bar?”

Lav was standing, pain etching its way through her bruised ribcage. She held it briefly before starting to pace back and forth. “Not until a few hours ago…” She mumbled, obviously embarrassed by the whole thing. “Sweet Pea yelled and left in a hurry after I-“ She cut herself off, not wanting to admit once again that she had actually really enjoyed sex with Sweets. It just wasn’t fucking fair.

Toni was giving her more inquisitive looks, “after you what?”

“She said sex with him was the best she’d ever had.” Fangs said gently, not really knowing what Lavender was feeling as she moved back and forth. They could see the unblemished skin on the side of her face turn bright red. She could feel the pull of the stitches on her thighs. Her cast laid heavy in her crossed arms.

Both girls tried not to laugh. Not at their stressed friend but at the situation. “Sweet Pea hates me. He’s going to hate me even more now that he realizes we had sex.” Lav said, stopping for a moment to rub her eyes. “This is so fucked.”

Fangs shook his head, “Sweets doesn’t hate you. I keep telling you that and you don’t believe me. He just has this thing about Northsiders, something his pops ingrained into him as a kid. You know what they’ve done to us. Raid our school before closing it down completely. Throw FP in jail. Hell they’ve thrown all of us in jail as some point except for maybe Jughead. They write horrible things about us in their papers, blaming us for all of their problems. He doesn’t understand that just because you lived over there, that doesn’t mean you’re one of them. You’re dad lived on the Southside your entire life. You visited him twice a month until your mom left.”

Lav sat down next to him leaning against him for even more support. He put his arm around her shoulders. “Didn’t you practically grow up with Jughead? SP used to say he was a Northsider too. Still does sometimes when his friends come around.” She let out a sigh. Sweet Pea had been so vehemently against her from the start and she had no idea why. She did the dance, she shouted the laws to a crowded bar. Hell sometimes she still got up and swung around on the pole when she was drunk enough. Why was she never good enough for him? And why did she have this sinking feeling I her stomach at the thought of him being so angry with her?

Pea had never hit a girl before. She had no reason to think he’d be violent towards her, but after recent events…Her head was fluttering with anxiety induced panic. Worst of all, she knew he’d be back. He had to come back. FP’s orders.

“What am I supposed to do?” She asked, really having no idea what the next step was. So she had sex with Sweet Pea and it was great, so what. She wasn’t the only girl he’d slept with. Maybe the only Northsider but not the only Serpent. This didn’t change anything. She knew that night she was just going to be another notch in his bedpost, and she didn’t care then so she shouldn’t care now.

Fangs got up. “I’ll go talk to him while Toni stays here and cooks.” There was a smile tugging on his lips. “Okay? Just give me some time and I’ll fix this.”

Lav looked up at him with hopeful eyes, “thanks, Fangs. You’re the best.”

“I thought Sweet Pea was the best?” He joked, earning a glare to his back as he left.

*~~~~~~~~~~~*

Sweet Pea was on his porch smoking a cigarette. It was the third one in a row. Why was he so damn bent about this piece of information? Maybe it was because he had tried so hard to convince himself that he didn’t like her. That he didn’t notice the languid way her hips swayed to music when it was playing at the Wyrm. Or the little laugh she would let out when Fangs said something particularly dumb. The look she’d give any guy flirting with her as if telling them they didn’t have a chance. It wasn’t the look she’d given him on Independence Day. It wasn’t hungry or full of want. It wasn’t reciprocated. It had never been reciprocated except that night when he approached her and demanded that she play a round of pool with him. If he was going to be honest, then he had been searching for that girl every night since. A second round sounded great. He wondered what else he could convince her to do for him since she gave in so easily to his commands, even obviously turned on by them.

Fangs walked up to him with an oddly serious look on his face. It wasn’t something Sweets usually saw outside of Serpent meetings. “So how was it?”

“How was what?” Sweets asked dumbly, pretending that he didn’t know what his best friend was talking about.

“Banging Lavi in the back room.” Fangs asked, a hint of smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. His comment earned him a heated glare from the smoking teenager.

He knew he’d been found out. Lav didn’t seem to remember much more than he did. “It wasn’t her, that girl was blonde.” Pea said after taking another drag.

Fangs rolled his eyes, “Lav was a blonde before she went purple. You don’t remember?”

Pea honestly didn’t. He paid as little attention to her as possible. Perhaps in the time between their rendezvous and him being formally introduced to her, she had dyed her hair. It was plausible. “She was taller.”

“She was probably wearing heels, dumbass.” Fangs said with a sigh, sitting down beside his friend on the stoop. “Look I know she looked hot that night, I remember her outfit because I helped her pick it out. Toni said she kissed you first so fuck, no one blames you for giving into that kind of temptation. I don’t get what the big deal is. She’s a Serpent by blood. It’s not like anyone outside our circle knows. Though Cheryl and Toni found it awfully amusing…”

Sweet Pea let out a growl, “if they fucking tell anyone-“

“I don’t think they will.” Fangs cut him off. “Out of respect for Lavender…You still didn’t answer my question.”

Pea shot him a warning look that told Fangs to back off or he’d get the same treatment the inside of his trailer did. “It was fine.” He muttered after snuffing out his cigarette. “She came too fast.”

Fangs stifled a laugh. “Isn’t that usually your problem?”

Sweet Pea punched him in the arm to shut him up. Fangs yelped in pain and rubbed the spot on his bicep with a pout on his lips. “I really liked her though.” Sweet Pea admitted, hanging his hand a little as if he had lost the battle to keep secrets from his friend.

“So? I get you have this thing with Northsiders but her father lived on the Southside for years. She spent a lot of time in this trailer park too.” Fangs let out a small sigh, “right now we have a job to do, so push all that shit aside and let’s go eat whatever Toni decided to make.”

Pea ran a hand through his hair, “fine.” He grumbled in defeat.

A/N: Surprise! Fireworks is Mercy Killing cannon! Go check it out to see exactly what happened that night between Sweets and Lav!

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