User:DoctressShadow

Hiya, I'm Doc. You can read all about me below. c;

•Basic Info• Pasta name: Doctress Shadow Name: Tetalia Snowywither Nickname: Doc D.O.B: November 13, 1997 Age: 16 Species: Human

•Family• Mother: Kimmy Snowywither Father: John Snowywither Brother: Jeremy Snowywither (Another OC I made.)

•Physical Features• Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 Scar(s): Stitched cut from waist to upper chest Other: Sharpened teeth (For tearing up resisting victims)

•About Me• Personality: Shy, Quiet, Funny & Sarcastic once you get to know me, Kind & Loving (When I'm not ripping peoples guts out..), Hilarious, Smart, Like: Surgical Tools, Organs, Dislikes: Neglect, Losing things I love

Backstory: I was never a "Normal teenage girl" so to say. I loved dissection, it was my passion. Dissecting bugs, frogs, birds, squirrels, everything. My parents weren't too hot on the idea, though. Neither were any of my classmates. My parents neglected me, all they did was feed me. I had to come up with clothing, school supplies, and other neccessities by myself. I taught myself hot to stitch clothing, I used cloth from old clothes I used to own. Anyway, at school, I had no friends. I never had any friends. At lunch, the other kids would force me to sit by the trashcan, and would dump food over me as I ate. I never said anything about it, of course. I never said anything, period. I didn't like speaking to people, especially about my hobby. I know humans. If my own parents woudln't accept who I am, why would the rest of the world accept it? Well, I was sitting eating my disgusting shlop-of-a-lunch when, all of a sudden, Janie Greenhouse approached the garbage... she dumped her plate of wet, gooey, spaghetti all over my head. She ruined my newly stitched outfit, and my long brown hair. "Gonna say something, Creep? Huh? Or do you wanna keep your mouth shut and stick to what you're good at: ruining things." She chuckled, and the whole cafeteria let out a laugh. "Ruining things? How so..." I said, as a faint whisper. "What do you mean 'How so" ?" She said, making quotation marks and scowling "All those animals, ripping their guts out to your delight, sick bastard. Your parents don't even love you!" That was my breaking point. I took some of the spaghetti, and rubbed it all over her fashionable, aeropostale shirt. She grabbed me by the neck and threw me on the floor, kicking my face and then tackling me. She punched me in the gut, and began pulling my hair. As the principal, Mr. Snark, approached, she flipped me ontop of her so it looked like I was the abuser. My parents were called, and I was dragged to the office. I didn't bother to protest, they wouldn't believe me anyway. I heard many words like "Anti-Social" "Mentally Unstable" and "Creepy" repeated. My parents drove me home, and locked me in my bedroom for a week, without feeding me. I noticed a black crow on my window cill, and grabbed it. I took out my dissection tools, and began cutting open it's skull, stomach, and backside. Then I put it's organs in a small container. The next day, janie came to my door, asking if she could speak to me for an apology. She took me to an alleyway, and raised a knife to my throat. "Listen here, Withershit, I don't settle with a tie, or a close victory, I win. Hard. So you will come to school tomorrow and give a speech about how perfect I am, and how much you envy me, or else this knife will be halfway into your neck." She walked away, leaving me in the alleyway. The next day, I came into school with a medium-sized box. I carried it to the gym, and everyone was gathered in the gym. I quietly whispered "I will nowbe presenting you my true and honest feelings about Janie Greenhouse, and I'm sorry about yesterday, fellow students ..." She looked at janie, whow as standing next to her on the stage. "Why am I sorry, you ask?" I then tackled her and reached my had in the box, grabbing for a scalpel. "I'm sorry, because I didn't do this yesterday !" I screamed. I used the scalpel to dig her eyeballs out, as she was screamign. I pinned two nails into her hands to keep her still. The whole audience was too shocked to support her. With my trusty scalpel, I began digging into her chest and stomach area, ripping the first layers of skin and flesh clean off, and heading straight for the organs. I ripped out her stomach, intestines, kidneys, and lastly, heart. I threw them in my organ box, and yelled "Those are my true feelings for Janie Greenhouse !" I then ran off, by the time the police had shown up, I'd been deep into the forest, where nobody would ever find me. I took on a new look. I used chemicals to keep my skin bright white, I dyed my hair black, and used blood of my victims to dipdye the ends of my hair red. I used the extra blood to stain my lips and eyes red. Then, I dressed in black combat boots, an ankle-length labcoat dyed black with a hood, and a nurse's outfit with blood stains all over it, and lastly used a knife to sharpen my teeth. I became a serial killer, sneaking out at midnight, and following people into their homes. I would hold my scalpel in a little box, and follow them to their bedroom. I took on a new name that was given to me by the media. It was "Doctress Shadow", because I snuck around unnoticed like a shadow, and doctress for my outfit and scalpel. I would whisper "It's the Doctress Shadow, and I'm here for your checkup" in their ear. I then began ripping their internal organs out of their body with my scalpel, and I used my sharpened teeth to rip their skin and flesh off. That was when the creepypastas noticed me on the news, and welcomed me into their home.

•Creepypasta Life• Best Friends: Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Sally, Crush: Eyeless Jack Hobbies: Cooking organs (mostly kidneys) for E.J., Eating candy with L.J., going on killing sprees with Jeff, playing dolls with Sally,