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Hello Creepypasta Wiki, My name is S. Lemarr, and I've written several Creepypastas which have been very successful on websites such as DeviantArt and Wattpad. However, when it comes to your websites, my pastas are always deleted, due to the fact that they do not meet your 'quality standards'. I was wondering what's wrong with my story 'No Face', I've read through it lots of times, and there are no grammatical errors. It says it was deleted because it was a 'possible rip off of slenderman', when in reality, it is nothing like slenderman. Please help, LittleCube1 (talk) 03:28, July 18, 2015 (UTC) LittleCube1

'No Face' Written By: S. Lemarr

That moment, forever seared into my brain, it was July 4th, and my siblings and I were leaving an after party from a late night fireworks show. Despite being the only one able to drive, and our technical legal guardian for the night, my brother Alvin became rather intoxicated. He insisted in driving and not hailing a cab because no one had a penny on them, I would've driven but I didn't have my license, and I failed my test quite a few times.

My little brother Sean and I thought it would be fun to ride in the flatbed of the cherry red pickup, and I was surprised, Alvin actually managed to pay attention while driving. Sean and I were astonished because to be honest he couldn't even remember his own name when we were talking to him. Everything seemed just fine, and then things started going in slow motion.

There was a stray cat in the road, and Alvin swerved out of the way. Undoubtedly we hadn't latched the back of the truck well, and I watched in utter horror as Sean fell right out of the speeding car, his face hitting the asphalt first, then his limbs. He screamed my name as he fell; "MAYA!"

I began yelling at Alvin to stop the car, and eventually he listened. The automobile jerked to a halt as I was frantically dialing 911. "911 what's your emergency?" "Um, My little brother just fell out of a moving vehicle. The damage, the damage is pretty bad. Please, stay with me, Sean." "Listen, Miss, let me get you on with another operator, please hold, stay calm." Said the female operator. "Please hurry." I replied

5 minutes later, a male operator had picked up the phone. "I hear your little brother fell out of a moving automobile." "Yes." "Can you tell me his full name and age?" "His name is Sean Fredrickson, and he's 13. He's losing a lot of blood." I trailed off "And your name miss?" "Maya Fredrickson." "Were you the one driving the car?" "No, my older brother Alvin was driving." "What caused the accident?" "We swerved out of the way for a stray animal in the road, my older brother was a bit intoxicated, and the car was speeding." "We have an ambulance and a few police men heading you way. Can you please tell me about how bad your brothers injuries are?" "He, his, face seems to be burned off, and it seems as if he has a few broken bones. He's out cold." "Is he breathing?" "Yes." "Okay, Maya, how old are you and Alvin?" "I'm 16, and Alvin is 18." "Maya, I'm going to need you to hang in there with Sean okay? Just talk to him, the ambulance should be there soon."

Some 45 minutes later, an ambulance found us. To me, it seemed as if they didn't give anything about Sean, knowing how late they were to help my dear brother. The vehicle finally arrived, the police following close behind. Both Alvin and I knew he would get arrested or get a ticket for drunk driving, and it was no surprise when the police pulled him into the back of the cop car, driving away into the city lights in the near distance.

The medics carefully lifted Sean's body onto a stretcher, and when they did I wish I could erase the image implanted in my brain. His nose was burned to a stub, his mouth was just a whole with a few teeth here and there, and he was missing an eye. Blood was spouting from every available source, but he was knocked out. At this point I was around 99% sure that he wouldn't make it to live past the age of 13.

6 months later

"Sean, please! Please wake up!" My mother was sobbing to the young boy in the coma. "Mrs. Fredrickson, we may have to pull the plug. An adult doesn't usually survive something like this, let alone a child." said the doctor in a monotone voice. Alvin had since been released from his 3 months in jail, and we both were watching the melancholy scene. It was Sean's birthday, January 10th. Every time we would visit him in the hospital, we would bring him a teddy bear and balloons, and by now an entire counter was taken up by the miscellaneous gifts. Suddenly I heard a faint "wait" just as the doctor was beginning to pull the plug of Sean's life support.

"Did you hear that?!" Alvin shouted. "Yeah, did anyone just say 'wait'?" I replied. "No." was the answer from everyone in the room.

Slowly and steadily, the doctor began looking towards Sean's body. The doctor unwrapped the bandages off my brothers head, and what lay before us was a sad and gruesome tragedy. The boy was vigorously trying to speak, but all he had was muscle and sinew, no tongue, and barely any teeth, just a crusty hole that could barely be made out as a mouth, rendering him unable to communicate at that particular moment. He had one eye, and only stubs where his ears used to be, but he still had his hair. Sean began to regain the idea of how to talk, but it still came out as shaken and not well understood syllables.

"Oo are ew? (Who are you?)" he was shaking as he spoke. "Sean! Sean! Don't you remember your own family?!" Our mother was pleading to him. "This is typical when patients exhibit a severe amount of trauma, Sean has amnesia, but don't worry, his memories should return very soon." the doctor reassured us. "And there's nothing you can do about his messed up face?!" My Stepfather screamed angrily. "We've done all we can sir, this kind of anger isn't good for him at the moment, if you'd please exit the room to regroup yourself." Replied the nurse calmly. Sean beckoned me over to him with his left hand. "Ma-ah (Maya)" my little brother groaned. "Yes Sean?" I inquired. "Ear-er? (Mirror)" he asked politely. I slowly handed him the mirror so he could see his face, or, what was left of it. As he shakily held the mirror up to his face, the expression on his face was one that'd break any heart. He then realized what had happened to his face, and why he couldn't speak, tears were streaming from his one eye, and he was trying to say something, though I couldn't understand. The doctor said that now that he was awake, we could take him home. No one said anything the entire ride home, though Sean was crying in remorse for the loss of his face.

Once we had arrived home, Alvin and Sean headed straight to Alvin's room, and I didn't see either until dinner that evening. They were always up to something, pranking me, or our parents. But tonight no, nothing like that happened.

"Al, what were you and Sean doing up in your room for so long?" My mother inquired. "Nothing." My big brother stuttered, it was odd, he never stutters, he was majoring in public speaking in college. "What's going on? Alvin, why are you acting like this? This isn't you!" I retorted. "Alright fine, I'll tell you guys! We were working on Seany Boys speech skills!" He said happily. "Well, did you succeed? Can he talk?" My mom said excitedly. "Ah ont oh ew tell ee! (I don't know, you tell me!)" Sean piped up as Alvin was giving him a noogie. "Oh my gosh you can talk better!", I screamed happily, "I missed you little bro." "Ah issed ew too ma-ah! Even though ew're the only un ah emember... (Missed you too Maya! Even though you're the only one I remember...)" Sean trailed off. We all continued eating dinner in silence, until Alvin cleared the table and beckoned for both Sean and I to come up to his room. This was strange, but I didn't question it, I just went up with them.

"Okay, buddy! We're going to try to jog your memory with some old family photos! Maybe you'll remember the rest of us, and not just Mai-Mai here!" Al said happily. He really missed being around Sean, and it almost killed him when he realized what horrid mistake he had made that fateful July night. "O-okay..." Sean stammered. His speech was getting better by the minute! He was an exponentially smart child, but to be honest I didn't think his mind developed at this pace. "Al, I swear to god, I thought I said not to call me Mai-Mai anymore!" I replied angrily. Sibling rivalry was normal in this house hold with me being the only girl. "Mai-Mai! Mai-Mai! You can't stop me!" Alvin sang teasingly. "Would you two just shut up?!" Sean said. When he said it, the crusty hole of his mouth cracked down the sides, making his muscle and sinew snap to make way for makeshift jaws. Blood trickling down his cheeks as he yelled.

"Uh, Sean, are... Are you okay?" I inquired as his blue eye twitched in the socket. "Just... Fine..." Sean chuckled as his few teeth left gave way to a sinister smile. "Alright pal, enough with the horror stuff..." Alvin was choking like a big baby. "Oh lighten up would you? I'm just joking around! After all, I do have the appearance to be a horrifying monster." He choked on the last word, seeming as if he were trying to hold back tears from trickling down his bloodstained face. I opened the wooden door in front of Alvin's room, it gave way to a path of dirty laundry, stinky socks, old pizza, and pretty much the average items in an ill-kempt teenage boys room. I plugged my nose to keep the gagging down. That's when I saw it, a box full of all our family photos and pictures of Sean, Alvin, and I. The one on the top being a picture we had taken while watching fireworks that fateful night, right before Sean lost his face.

My little brother walked towards the cardboard box of memories, and picked it up, sitting down on Alvin's bed. He pulled out some pictures and papers, reading and looking at them with intent. "Listen, Al, Maya, I want to believe you guys, I want to know you, but I just don't understand anymore. After all that's happened to my face, you still love me?" Sean asked. "Of course! You're or little brother! You mean the world to both of us!" "But, I don't know anyone but Maya, how do I know you're not against me?!" Sean spoke with a fearful and threatening tone. "Here... Maybe this'll do the trick, I was going to save it for later, but seems as if you should see it now." Alvin handed him the last picture we all took together that night. That's when Sean's look of anguish turned to one of pure hatred, he looked up at Alvin and I before groping Alvin around the neck and shoving him against the nearby wall. "You! You did is to me! You made me look like this, this monster!" Blood was trickling down his cheeks and mouth, while tears were streaming from his one eye as he screamed. I somehow managed to intervene. "Sean! This is your brother! He didn't mean to hurt you!" I yelled as I pulled my younger brother from Al. "Oh... I know who he is... Who you all are... And you all will pay... DEARLY... For what you've done to me." Sean was smiling widely with his faceless skull and slammed the door behind him.

I slowly cracked the door and watched Sean walk into the kitchen; grab a clever and a steak knife. He ran back to his room where he shut the door behind him, and I followed intently to see what my younger sibling was up to. I slowly walked down the hall to Sean's door, I creaked it a quarter of an inch open, so I could see him, and he couldn't see me. What I saw was inhuman, an animal act, an insane decision. Stuffing, everywhere, and all the faces of his stuffed animals, dolls, and teddy bears he received from the hospital, were faceless. I don't know what made him snap, but it scared me. Then he began cutting into his hands and feet, watching the blood pour down onto the faceless stuffed animals. He was speaking to himself, and I saw his face in the mirror as he pinned one of his bears faces, onto his own.

"I hate life! Why did you do this God?! What did I do to deserve this insanity?! Maya only loves me, which is why I won't punish her. But everyone else in this cruel world deserves the death sentence, they need to know how it feels to be Sean Fredrickson, or 'No Face'. Why did his happen?! Why me?! Does no one care?!"

He sliced another bear face off, throwing it as well as the others into a plastic grocery bag. He pulled the bear face off his own, and threw it in too. You could hear the snap of cartilage as he cut the remains of his nose off, and watched as the blood trickled down his "face" and he smiled at himself asking; "Am I beautiful now?! Huh?! Am I?! This is how beautiful I've always been, from the inside!" I shuddered at his words. He really did go insane the night he fell off that truck. He was grinning with his 3 teeth and his eyes, though his expression never changed. Sean ran his fingers through his red hair and said; "Tonight, I get my face back. The easy way, or the hard way." as he re-pinned a teddy bear face to his own, and stared at himself, his room was a teddy bear crime scene, I couldn't help but feel bad for them.

I slowly shut the door, and ran as fast as I could to my own room, locking the door behind me, and sobbing for my little brother. I must've fallen asleep at some point, because when I awoke, It was around 2 am, and it was by a blood curdling scream that I only knew was my mothers, and then an adolescent boy laughing maniacally in the background saying; "Shh, everything is fine." Then a few shots were fired, I knew it was my step father, trying to protect himself, but then I heard a knife slashing against flesh, and out of fear I attempted to barricade the door.

I heard a third cry, and instead of saving myself, I ran to Alvin. "Sean! Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this?!" "Be-Because people need to feel my p-pain! Now, Alvin, Shh, everything's alright" Sean tilted his small head as he was speaking. I turned and ran, before I could get the view of him slicing Al's face off, I ran right into my parents room, and saw that they too, were faceless. Suddenly I felt cold breathing on my neck, and turned to see my younger brother looking at me with lifeless teddy bear eyes.

"You know, Maya, you could, j-join me... You're the only one in this family who I actually cared about... That or I could, KILL you too." He said while pinning the faces of my family members onto his faceless bears.

"W-whatever you want, just PLEASE DONT HURT ME!" I screamed with tears running down my face as he held the knife to my jugular. "Deal, it is then my dear Maya. But you must help me, and you mustn't disobey, or you'll get it." He said threateningly as he removed the knife from my throat.

I fell asleep, and the next thing I knew, I was an unwitting accomplice to my younger brother. I too had no face, and had a white teddy bear face pinned to my skull. I was in a younger girls room, when I realized what I had been doing. But I knew what would happen if I didn't continue. I would be killed, and that's not what I want. I began pondering what to do, and then gave way to my dark side, stabbing the child once in the neck, and twice in the chest, then slicing her face off and pinning it to another bear. This was two years ago. I eventually went fully insane, and helped Sean in his string of what the police investigators called, 'the faceless killings'. Now I've regained myself, and I'm beyond forgiveness, and I have no where to run. It's not like I ENJOY the blood under my nails, the feeling of shoving a knife down someone's throat, but it's not like I have a choice anymore. I just want the old Sean back, however, I know that'll never happen, and I'll always continue to be a proxy and accomplice of the horrific monster known as 'No Face'. 