Liu Headcanons Plz

Liu headcanons plz

Homicidal Liu Headcanons (OLD)

When Sully is not in control, Liu is a caring, patient, and soft person.

He has a lot of friends around the Manor because he’s easy to get along with. 

When Sully is in control, however, he can get pretty chaotic.

Sully, unlike Liu, has a very deep, intimidating voice when he takes over, and a dark gleam to his otherwise kind green eyes.

Sully has a dark sense of humor, while Liu just finds dad jokes funny.

Yeah, Liu is definitely big on dad jokes.

A lot of people consider him the “father” among them all, aside from maybe EJ.

He has a tendency to worry about his friends when they’re on a dangerous mission, though he won’t hesitate to scold them if they’re doing something stupid.

Sully could care less about the well-being of anyone else, though.

Both personalities get highly offended if someone doesn’t recognize them as two separate people and instead call them “Liu”, and will not want anything else to do with that person.

Sully is harsh and very fond of curse words, but has proven to be exceedingly loyal and protective of those he cares about.

Liu dislikes his brother Jeff, Sully absolutely despises him- after all, he was created soon after Liu had been stabbed and his parents were killed. So he has a fiery hatred for Jeff, and he won’t hesitate to tell him off and even threaten him when they do come into contact with each other.

Liu treats his emotions with a little more caution, though, and is able to control his anger toward Jeff, or anyone for that matter. Though if someone gets on his nerves enough, he will eventually snap.

One of Liu’s and Sully’s closest friends is Jane, as both of them can find a common enemy and discuss their dislike for Jeff over a game of cards.

Sully enjoys only a select few’s company, while Liu doesn’t really mind being around anyone unless they’re particularly foreboding, like Masky for example. Jeff is another story.

They’re both 6′7. Yeah, big ass dudes.

Liu adores animals. Koala bears are his favorite.

Ben Can(’t) Fly — Part Two

[Jeff]: ...

[Ben]: ...

[Jeff]: I’m waiting.

[Ben]: Yeah yeah, I know.

[Jeff]: Then why aren’t you doing anything?

[Ben]: Just shut up and let me concentrate.

[Jeff]: Okay, Link.

[Ben]: Don’t call me that.

[Jeff]: Okay, Kristen Stewart simp.

[Ben]: I swear I will leave right now if you don’t shut the hell up—

[Jeff]: I’ll get Y/n again.

[Ben]: And tell her what?

[Jeff]: That you’re a joke of a ghost.

[Ben]: Throws a game controller at him

[Jeff, dodging]: Seriously?

[Ben]: Seriously.

[Jeff]: You just lobbed a controller at my head?

[Ben]: It stopped working a while ago. Might as well put it to some use.

[Jeff]: Uh-huh.

[Ben]: ...

[Jeff]: You’re still not flying.

[Ben]: I just need some air, okay!

[Jeff]: Wow, what are you? A paper airplane?

[Ben]: No! Let’s go up to my room.

[Jeff]: If you say so, midget.

[Ben]: I’M NOT A MIDGET!

[Jeff]: You’re what, 4′6?

[Ben]: NO. I happen to be 5′4, FOR YOUR INFORMATION.

[Jeff]: Damn, you’re shorter than the average female.

[Ben]: Shut your ugly mouth and come on.

In Ben’s room

[Jeff]: So...this is going to accomplish what, exactly?

[Ben]: Giving me the umph I need to fly.

[Jeff]: How?

[Ben]: We’re two stories up, how else do you think?

[Jeff]: Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

[Jeff]: Are you... Are you planning on... 

[Ben]: Leaping from the window? Yeah, you dimwit, I am.

[Jeff]: You must really wanna prove your ghosthood.

[Ben]: Shut up.

[Jeff]: Shouldn’t you be able to just float?

[Ben]: Well I—

[Jeff]: Sally can.

[Ben]: I’M NOT SALLY NOW AM I!

[Jeff]: Clearly.

Ben huffs and opens the window, staring down at the ground with uncertainty

[Jeff]: What’s the matter, Link? Gettin’ cold feet?

[Ben]: N-no.

[Jeff]: Then do it.

[Ben]: Fine.

[Jeff]:

[Ben]:

[Jeff]: You’re still not doing it.

[Ben]: Yes I am.

[Jeff]: Need a push?

[Ben]: NO.

[Jeff]: I think you need a push.

[Ben]: Uh, let me rephrase this: NO.

[Jeff]: I’m giving you a push.

[Ben]: Oh no you’re not—

[Jeff, slowly reaching his hand out]: 

[Ben]: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

[Jeff]: Then jump.

[Ben]: Fine.

Ben draws in a sharp breath, leans forward, and jumps

[Jeff, cheering]: Yea-ha-ha! Fly your ass through that sky, Benny boy!

[Ben]: Fading, girlish squeals of utter terror

[Ben, quickly descending]: 

[Jeff, staring down with no emotion]: 

[Ben, shrieking]: HOLY SHIT WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS—!

[Ben, smacking the ground with a dramatically loud thump]:

[Ben]: Motionless

[Jeff]: Blinks

[Jeff]: Closes window and walks away

Headcanon (OLD)

Slenderman is not a father-figure to the other Pastas, he is their boss and everyone that lives in the Manor answers to him. He intimidates all of them, even the tougher ones like Laughing Jack and Jeff the Killer. They all work for him, going on missions and such, especially his proxies. He is very strict, though mostly lets them do their own things as long as it doesn’t interfere with their jobs, puts all of them in danger, damages the Manor, and\or fatally wounds one of them. Slenderman sees them as his minions in a way, and will not tolerate any amount of disrespect. If any of them mess up and get out of line too much, he won’t hesitate to seriously injure or even kill them.

"If you think I won't strangle someone to get the last piece of pizza, you're dead wrong."

~Clockwork

Clockwork headcanons?

Clockwork Headcanons (OLD)

Natalie is a very unique person, to say the least.

Before she turned into Clockwork, she was a sweet, quiet girl, but now? Psh, she will throw hands just because she feels like it.

If she has an opinion about something or someone, which, by the way, she most certainly does, she will not hesitate to let everyone know.

She doesn’t have a filter when it comes to words.

She is a very honest person, to the point it’s irritating.

She curses a lot.

Like, a lot.

She finds most people in the Manor to be annoying, so she doesn’t hang around with them unless she has to.

The only ones she can talk to without pulling her hair out is Jane, Sally, EJ, and sometimes Hoodie and Zero.

She is an impatient person, so anything or anyone she has to wait on is miserable and she starts mouthing off pretty quickly.

When she kills, she does so alone.

She is not a team player and finds she gets the job done more quickly when she’s going solo.

Of course, there are rare occasions she is teamed up with someone, and believe me when I say that neither of those people wants to be together.

She makes it absolute hell for the other person, even if that person is one of the more cooperative Creeps like Liu. They do not want to be around her during a mission.

Even though she eventually will shut up, she still is a very undependable partner when paired with someone, and refuses to be bossed around.

She will leave them the first chance she gets, and if they happen to get into some type of trouble, she bails without even thinking about it because she’s so used to working alone.

Sure, she may regret it after a few minutes of running, but there’s no way she’s going all the way back to help them.

They’re their own Creepypasta, after all. They can take care of themselves.

She’s 5′3.

Yeah, not very tall, but she’d still beat someone’s ass if they deserved it.

Her favorite hobby? Listening to Led Zeplin while she throws darts at her door that totally doesn’t have pictures of every other resident’s face glued to it.

She enjoys eating lemon pie, and her favorite drink is Pepsi.

Also watches Fail Army before she goes to sleep and laughs until she can’t breathe, especially if someone gets hit in the crotch or faceplants rather painfully.

She got herself blonde highlights and a dark green streak through her hair so she looks more “badass”.

Will immediately leave a room if someone pulls out cheese of any kind. She hates cheese, the smell alone makes her sick.

So she often got teased for this.

Mostly by Jeff and Zero.

But, Clockwork being Clockwork, retaliated with her fists or whatever was in her hands at the time.

They haven’t done it again since.

BEN Can(’t) Fly — Part One (OLD)

[Ben, playing video games]:

[Jeff]: Ya know, you’re really pathetic.

[Ben with narrowed eyes]: Whatcha mean ‘pathetic’, clown reject?

[Jeff]: You’re a ghost, right?

[Ben, raising an eyebrow]: I think that’s implied, yes...

[Jeff]: So what are you doin’ sitting on your lazy ass instead of, y’know, haunting people?

[Ben]: I do my haunting through electronics.

[Jeff, scoffing]: Some haunting.

[Ben]: Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve driven tons of people crazy with my tactics.

[Jeff]: Tactics? A game cartridge that’s four decades old?

[Ben, offended]: What’s it to you?

[Jeff]: I’m just sayin’, I’d expect a lot more from someone who’s dead.

[Ben]: I can do things you couldn’t even dream of doing!

[Jeff]: Oh yeah? Like what?

[Ben]: Well math, for one.

[Jeff]: Psh, I can do math.

[Ben]: What’s 74 plus 52?

[Jeff]: Err... 130?

[Ben]: No, you dumbass. 126!

[Jeff]: I knew that.

[Ben]: Lies.

[Jeff]: Whatever. It's not like killing revolves around addition.

[Ben]: Yeah, that's cause you randomly slaughter everyone you come across.

[Jeff]: Not everyone.

[Ben]: What even is the deal with you, huh? You wake people up and then tell them to ‘go to sleep’? I mean, seriously?

[Jeff]: You can't say anything, Slimer.

[Ben]: I think I can.

[Jeff]: Well, I don't have supernatural powers.

[Ben]: Thank God for that.

[Jeff]: My killing is limited.

[Ben]: Uh-huh. Limited to how many of your brain cells are left, maybe.

[Jeff with a death glare]: You're still pathetic.

[Ben]: I am not.

[Jeff]: Oh, really? Then why don't I ever see you fly, huh?

[Ben]: What—what does flying have to do with anything?

[Jeff]: You're a fricken ghost and I've never seen you fly, even once!

[Ben]: And?

[Jeff]: Ghosts have to be able to fly, otherwise they aren't real ghosts.

[Ben]: I am a real ghost.

[Jeff]: Then prove it.

[Ben]: I am literally dead.

[Jeff]: How do I know that?

[Ben]: How could you not know that?

[Jeff]: I’ll bet Y/n doesn’t know that.

[Ben]: Of course she does, cause she isn’t an idiot.

[Jeff]: Well, let’s test that theory, shall we?

[Ben, unamused]: What are you doing?

[Jeff]: Y/n! Y/n, did you know that Ben’s pathetic?

[Ben]: Would you shut up—

[Jeff]: Y/N!! Ben isn’t a real ghost! He’s a poser!

[Ben, whispering frantically]: Jeffery!

[Y/n, yelling from another room]: What?

[Jeff]: Ben calls himself a ghost, but he can’t even—

[Ben, panicking]: Alright, okay, I’ll do it! Just shut up!

[Y/n, entering the room]: Did someone call me?

[Ben]: Nope! We’re just talking among ourselves. 

[Y/n]: But I thought Jeff said something about you being a ghost?

[Jeff, smirking victoriously]: That’s just what you chose to hear.

[Y/n, skeptically]: ...I don’t believe you, but okay.

[Jeff, meeting Ben’s eyes after Y/n exits]: Time to think happy thoughts, Peter Pan.