PocketMedicEliza

... I guess I'm obsessed with making people capture each other... Derp. I do not own TF2 or it's characters... Oh. Get ready for... Tentaspee. Medic. Action. The RED Medic never imagined he'd become bait for his own creation. He struggled in the ropes, grunting muffled grunts. The area around him was basically water. His body was about waist deep in the water, but there was land below him. He heard a splash nearby and stopped struggling. He looked toward the splash. Nothing. Suddenly, something tugged gently at his gag on his right. He looked. Tentacle. He yelped muffled and tried backing into the wall; but ended up squirmi

I decided to make a possible creepypasta character... It was dark. And lonely. That night. In the forest. It was cold, but that's because I make it cold when I'm sad or angry. Papa says its natural for my kind to do that. Well... He says I'm not what his kind is, so what should I say? I am, after all... A "mythos". I shiver in front of the cold trunk of the tree, whimpering. A twig snapped nearby. I look up. A white coat. The man looked down at me worriedly, as if thinking. "Vhere are your parents, Fraulien?" he asked, his accent thick. I look down, the wind turning a bit colder. The man kneeled in front of me, examining me.

Three Days Grace Do you think about everything you've been through? You never thought you'd be so depressed? Are you wondering, is it life or death? Do you think that there's no one like you? We are... We are... We are... We are the ones! We get knocked down! We get back up and stand back up and stand above the crowd! We are one~! We are the ones! We get knocked down! We get back up and stand back up and stand above the crowd! We are one~! The life I think about is so much better than this... I never thought I'd be stuck in this.... I'm sick of wondering, is it life of death? I need to figure out who's behind you! We are.