User:ErrorPyro

This story is about a girl...Heh, maybe I should back up a bit. Lets start from the very beginning.

Metal scraping against concrete echoed through the dark street. The road taintef with sorrow filled rain, as the black haired man with terrifying red eyes dragged his blood splattered machete behind him. This man's name was Nikolai, Nikolai Brookheart. He worked for the infamous Zalgo. His job was to collect information, and of course, kill anyone his boss tells him to.

Nikolai approached an average looking house, and licked his lips as a sadistic smirk crept onto his pale, dry lips. His blood colored eyes ready to strike fear into the heart of whoever lives in this house. He kicked the door, succesfully knocking it down and made his way up the spiraling stairs. He swung the first door he saw open, to see a gorgeous woman with light curly brown hair and wide eyes, the color of the ocean. They were filled with shock and fear. Nikolai's smirk widened. "Your gorgeous, maybe I should play with you a bit"

After many months of torturing her, he grew a connection with the woman, he had fallen in love with her, and eventually they got married. Without his boss knowing of course. Heh, now the real story can begin.

"Daddy! Daddy! " a little girl with pitch black hair and beautiful cerulean eyes, ran up to Nikolai. He smiled. A genuine smile., no more sadistic smirks. He was happy. "Yes, Dakota?"

~Time Skip~ "Hey Dad..." a now 13 year old Dakota year old Dakota said as she sat down next to her father on the couch. "Heeeey there my little spit-fire!" He grinned as she smiled. "Have you..seen mom lately?" She asked. He blinked. No, I thought she went to the market...?"

~Time Skip~ Dakota's mother has been missing for 2 yesrs now. She cried every single night. Her Vivid cerulean eyes opened with a flutter, and she slowly rose from her bed and ran a pale hand through her silky black hair. "Dad? " She said and rubbef her eyes. No answer. She walked out of her room and shuffled her way in front of her father's door and knocked on it. Again, no answer. She slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight she saw before her. Blood, Blood everywhere, casually dripping abd pooling onto the floor from its original spot, splattered on the wall. She panicked and quickly ran, following the trail of the thick red liquid. Through the kitchen, through the living room, and abruptly stopped infront of the basement door, which was a gape. Ever since she was born into the world. That door was locked. Nor her mother or her father have been down there. She took a deep breath, and let it out. She slowly headed down the old creaky stairs. The whole basement was made of rotten wood. As she descended farther down the stairs, a wave of smell hit her face. The stench of decomposing flesh and iron filled blood washed over her nose, it was putrid. She gagged, pinched her nose, and went farther into the darkness of the basement. She came to the end of the blood trail, which was infront of a door. The door was also made of rotten wood, and had an old looking, golden knob. She shakingly turned the knob and opened the door, slowly peeking in. She shrieked loudly There, on the ceiling, were 2 bodies, hanging by nooses. One rotten, one...fresh. The fresh body, was her father's. He was soaked in blood, abd the only thing missing from his body, was one of his red eyes. Mmm, and sure enough, a table set infront of the 2 bodies, held a piece of paper and a blood red eye. The second body was to mangled and decomposed to identify. Well, that would be the case if she hadn't seen the diamond ring on what she assumed was a finger. It was her mom's ring. She choked back a sob, tears staining her pale cheeks. She walked over to the table and picked up the paper. On it, were horrifying words; "ITS YOUR TURN" The letters spelled. Her eyes widened as she felt a blow to her head. Everything went black As she came to, she felt a throbbing pain in her eye. She looked at the table, now instead, there was a blue cerulean eye in place of the red one. She limped over and sawa mirror on the table and the note was gone. She picked up the mirror. The shrieks of Dakota echoed through the night as she realized, her father's eye was in her socket.

She also examimed the bloody gashes on her body-that stung like hell might I add. She quickly made her way upstairs and rummaged through her father's things and found his old machete. She did her best to get dressed as fast as possible. She wore a black tank top, black jean shorts, and knee high converse shoes. She patched her eye up with a bandage and grabbed a pail of kerosine and a lighter her dad used to keep in his tool box. She then, lit her hoyse to flames. She stared at the elegant fire as it engulfed the night with its heat. Dakota's breath hitched as she heard behind her; "Isn't that lovely? Why can't all our problems burn away like that?" The deep voice of Zalgo snarled. "Oh, and happy birthday, my sweet pyromaniac"

15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)15:48, February 21, 2014 (UTC)ErrorPyro (talk) Dakota only wants revenge on Zalgo, therefore, this drove her to become a proxy of slenderman.

-ErrorPyro/ Maria Giagkou