User:PsychoSilver70

Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters besides my OC Psycho Silver

I loved my parents. I really did I just didn't want them to be sad that their baby was a sociopathic killer. My name was Julia, I acted pretty normal around them but that was until I killed someone and drank their blood. From self-harm I knew the taste of blood was amazing. They never knew I was insane... until the moment I killed them. But I had to I didn't want to live with the sadness. The sadness that is an insane child.

Because of my long blood red hair and black clothing that include combat boots, I was the first person questioned as a suspect. I've gotten better at acting and lying. I mean I was good before but I can now control my pulse completely. As I lie saying I'll let them know if I can think of any suspects, I think of how long and far I can run. I know my mind has the capability to never make me worry for anything, but I'd rather do things by hand than control people and objects with my mind.

I use my power just once to teleport my knives and a change of clothes with me. The rest I can replace when I get somewhere that's far away or secluded from here. After running through the woods for about 45min I almost run into a familiar face. Well not face so much as mask... It's Masky one of my favorite killers. "M-Masky?" I say in a hopeful voice looking at my yellow hooded hero. "D-Do I k-know you m-miss?" he replies. "Oh, me? Probably not but I'm a major fan of all creepypastas, considering my insanity and all." He looks at me with awe "Y-your not a-afraid?" he says now him with the hopeful voice. "Are you kidding?! This is my dream come true." He looks around suddenly alarmed, "Look you n-need to leave n-now I don't want t-to kill you." he says urgency clear in his voice. "Is there any chance that your boss needs another proxy?" I reply unfazed. "Well actually maybe, what are your abilities are you a normal human?" he says seeming to like the idea. "Well I am telepathic, can use telekinesis, can use anything I find as a weapon, but I usually carry a knife with me." I reply hoping he's impressed, and based on the look on his face he is. "W-well I'll t-talk with the boss I'm w-warning you t-though if he d-doesn't make y-you a p-proxy your d-dead."

It's time to meet the boss...Slenderman in baseball