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As asked, here is the info of my creepypasta OC, The Weeping Dancer!

Trigger Warnings for: Stalking, Murder, and N3croph1lia.

Name: Juliet Morristown

Alias: The Weeping Dancer

Weapon: None

Age: 19

Species: Human/Ghost

Relationships: Remington Mathias (lover); Arthur McBride (ballet teacher)

Birthplace: USA

(Former) Occupation: Ballet dancer/ Student

(Current) Occupation: Stalk and scare the unjust and chaotic

Goal: To find her lover, Remington

Powers/Skills: Poltergeist; Teleportation

Personality: Loyal; Humble; Caring; but Explosive and Aggressive with her victims

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Basics:

The Weeping Dancer only appears to the morally corrupt, unless she wishes to be seen by some in specific. She has no desire to torment and scare the innocent. Her goal is to find her lover, Remington, who, after her death, seemed to have disappeared.

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Appearance:

Juliet has dark brown, straight and long hair, some of it gathered in a bun, which is covered in light pink lace. Her skin is pale and irregular, stained with blood and injuries, but her face is immaculate and beautiful, apart from her lips, deprived from any color. Her dress is like the one Julie Lincoln wears in her performance in the "Romeo and Juliet" ballet. She only walks on her pointe shoes, which causes her walking to be very irregular and weak. Her cheeks are always stained with tears.

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Backstory:

Juliet Morristown has always been a dedicated student when it came to ballet- ever since the innocent age of 3. In fact, as soon as she finished high-school, she decided to follow that path professionally. Her parents were not all that pleased, but decided to support their daughter nevertheless. Juliet moved to another state in order to follow her dream- she'd been accepted in a prestigious academy in Nevada. She moved at 18, and there, she started her brand new life.

Juliet met Remington Mathias on her first day in Nevada. They were roommates and partook in the same classes! The two girls hit it off right away, and became close friends not too long after meeting. Juliet was calm and collected, a little shy, but that was her charm; Remington was fierce and spontaneous. They completed each other. Their ballet teacher, Arthur McBride, also got well along with the two. But something about Juliet just caught his eye... It was no secret that he had her as a favorite student, but nobody complained, since he was fair to everyone. Remington was the only one to suspect something, and she was not happy about it. She knew her friend was clueless, but she was certain that their teacher did not have good intentions. It was only a gut feeling, however. So when she expressed to Juliet her worries, the girl only laughed. "Please, Remi! He's the best teacher I've had in a while..." That did not calm Remington's nerves.

As time went by, watching as Arthur would help Juliet out in his classes- watching as he grabbed onto her thigh a little too tight as to "elevate her Arabesque", or when he touched the naked skin above her chest to "help straighten her back"- Remington realized that Juliet was more than oblivious to his touches. She didn't see anything wrong in all of it. In fact, she trusted the man so much, that when he offered to give her private lessons, she did not hesitate to say 'yes'. Once she told Remington about it, the girl asked the obvious: "Do you have feelings for him?". Juliet admitted, in fact, that she was not into men at all. She just found Arthur to be an exceptional teacher. And she owed him a lot too. He was the one to name her to the council when it came to pick the students who would partake in the class. He was the one who stayed late after class to help with her troubles. He was the one to stay up to talk to her on the phone, when she had doubts about her homework.

Somehow, that conversation had strengthened the bond between the two girls. They started to openly tell each other their secrets, their most profound thoughts. Before they realized it, they weren't friends anymore. They were ridiculously in love. They weren't just cuddling in bed anymore, as they watched their favorite TV shows. They weren't just ordering take-out and eating it on the couch. They weren't just talking, or jokingly flirting, or hugging, or pecking each other's lips. All of that, they already did as friends, but now, they gained a whole new meaning. Remington became, to Juliet, a silver lining. The reason why she wanted to make herself look pretty everyday. The reason why she would happily go back to their dorm after class. Remington became a love that went deeper than the passion she had for dancing. Juliet was no longer perfecting her technique or taking care of every single aspect in herself for Arthur. It was for Remington. And boy, were they head over heels for one another. Giving each other flowers- oh, Remington found out Juliet loves roses; Baking things for the other- Juliet only made raspberry brownies for months because Remington told her ONCE that she likes those. The little things became big in their hearts, out of the blue. Like love should be. And love... oh, how dangerous love is...

Once a year had passed, and it was time to prepare their final presentation, Arthur chose the piece "Romeo and Juliet" for his students to perform. To no one's surprise, he had picked Juliet to play, well, Juliet. She was perfect, after all! Her technique, her figure, her elegance, even her name! Besides... he truly believed the two of them had something sparking. That Juliet was getting better and better everyday to impress him. That once she finished a variation in front of the class, she would smile bright in his direction. Little did he know, Remington was right behind him. Their relationship was a secret, but no one was blind. If asked, they would deny it, although it felt like being choked to deny such a love.

One day, Arthur called Juliet apart. Just a week before their final presentation. Said he could offer her a few extra classes before the big day, and for the first time, she declined. That caught him off guard. "Juliet, you're at a ripe age... You probably have a boy on your mind, but I advise you to focus on your performance for now.". She didn't say anything. She only nodded, and so, another extra private class was settled, but not for the day he'd wanted. So... he decided to follow her wherever was more important than class.

He hid in his car, parked in front of Juliet's and Remington's apartment building, and followed them around as soon as they left the place. At first, nothing seemed odd. Just two best friends going for a night out... That didn't worry him. But when nighttime arrived and they went back home, Arthur took the phone from his pocket, opened the camera, and zoomed in to the window in Juliet's room, where she was undressing. This wasn't his first time doing something quite like this. Taking pictures as she got ready in the dressing room with the other girls, so he could have some material for later. A sickening smirk painted his lips as he started photographing and enjoying the scene, but his movements came to a halt once another person got in frame. Remington. Her arms wrapped around her "friend's" naked figure, and as soon as lights went out, Arthur threw his phone across the car. He didn't know what felt worst: the fact that Juliet had been "leading him on", that she was into another woman, or that she was seeing someone else in general. He was infuriated. Oh, he was furious.

On the day of her extra private class, Juliet was radiant. It was Remington's birthday, and they had some amazing plans ahead! But first, she needed to practice. She put on her beautiful costume, and prepared to amaze her teacher with her development. He watched as she did her variation, stopping her at some points. Just to help out... She didn't think much of it. Just the basics. Bringing her chin up- she needs to look joyful. Straightening her back- oh, she must look impeccable. Her complaints started once he raised her leg far beyond her limit, in the Arabesque. "You've been doing ballet for years, how can you not go higher than this?" Said he, as she felt something finally snap in her groin. She tried to move away quickly, explaining how she was hurting and how she needed a break, but then, came her back. He bent her torso backwards, then again something cracked in her spine, and barely a scream came from her mouth. Especially when his gruesome fingers shoved down her throat, a threatening whisper sounding against her ear. When she was left trembling and sobbing in silence, he released his grip just softly. As he did so, she took the opportunity to bite his two fingers, and in rushed adrenaline, Arthur was blinded. She'd barely started screaming for help when his foot kicked against her leg, throwing her to the ground, and he finally crouched down to punch her body repeatedly. Not her face. God, no... What worth would she be without her pretty face? No, he can punch her body, lift her dress and claw at her torso until only a mass of blood formed from under the pink fabric, but never her face.

The glint of rage in his eyes was the last thing she saw as she kept screaming (for her love, maybe. If she's going to die, she will die with a beautiful scenery in her mind), before he took her neck in his bloody hands, and squeezed it until only a wheeze left her parted lips, which he felt the oh-so unbearable need to kiss, to claim, yet all she wanted was to vomit. Then once more, something snapped. It was her neck. Something cracked. It was her life. That's... not what he wanted at all...! He just wanted to make her see how much power a man can hold. How strong he can be. He snapped back to reality as he heard footsteps echoing from down the hall, and he had to think fast. Quickly, he wiped his hands on her dress, folded Juliet's lifeless body like a dirty napkin to throw away, and placed her inside the costume chest, which he dragged to cover the blood stains on the floor. The security guard that came inside only questioned the silence. How he'd heard a girl screaming, but looking around the room, he saw nothing. Only Arthur, who flashed a welcoming smile at the man. Once he left, he decided he needed to do something about the body. He'd bury it. That was the best course of action.

After hours of cleaning the blood from the wooden floor, he took the costume chest, brought it to his car, and drove to the middle of the woods, where no one would find them, especially in the dark of the evening. He dug a hole on the ground with his bare hands, cringing at the small cuts that were forming all around his nails. Disgusting. Once the hole was big enough, he opened the chest and brought Juliet's corpse out, throwing it next to her grave. But... something about the moonlight, about how it illuminated her pale skin... how she was finally his... He decided he needed to claim her before he got rid of her forever.

And how silly... she thought death would be peaceful... Then by God, why is she watching from afar as her oh-so trusted teacher abuses of her carcass, grunting like the pig that he is? Why is she watching, and why does she have a conscience? And why is he burying her in that filthy hole, not noticing that she is right there, behind him? Oh, wait... he finally turned around. He screamed. He's begging her for mercy... but wasn't she the one begging for him to stop just a few hours ago? Why does his life matter more than hers, suddenly?

He's clutching at his chest like he's in pain, now. Laying on the floor right above her grave... She can't move him away from there, can she? He has to be on top of her even in death? She prays that he will be found... so they can drag him away from her at last. So they can give her a proper goodbye and a dignified tombstone, since dignity is something she doesn't have anymore.

They did find him. But they didn't find her. They found out he was alive, after all. But they left her there to rot. To be eaten by maggots and to be used as a shell for worms and the earth. But she can wander. She can, after all, mess with the plane above her. She can move from one place to another, as she can move things as well. She could've moved Arthur's body. She just didn't know. Oh, but now she knows... She knows and she's angry. And as she's able to do so, no unjust and disgusting soul will rest, as long as she's haunting them. As long as she has that power. She will forever wander through her realm and cry for her love to find her, as her tired legs roam on her pointe shoes. Yet all she wants, is to see the last scenery she pictured before she died: Remington blowing out her birthday candles.

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Extras:

While Juliet wanders, Remington has disappeared from society. She noticed a pattern in some reports from inmates: that they all seem to see or have seen a haunting figure like a ghost, dressed in ballet clothes, describing her girlfriend perfectly, while some of them have also died mysteriously. Remington theorized that Juliet had died, and the blame was obviously on their ballet teacher, Arthur McBride. Also, that she appears to bad people only, and because of that, mixed with the mourning of losing the love of her life, Remington snapped to insanity. She gathered her things, and in a matter of days, also gathered a plan to kill Arthur, which she did. And she doesn't plan on stopping there. She hopes that, if she kills and hurts others, Juliet will appear to her, like she appears to the morally corrupt. Because she will forever love Juliet unconditionally. And they will infinitely try to find each other.

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Thank you so much for reading! This character is so special and important to me, I feel like I want to draw her a lot more. I want to come up with a design for Remington, and develop her own story too! This whole story was heartbreaking to write, and I put so much thought into it. I really hope it has reached you guys like it has reached me. Anyways, slay for Remington, kill that disgusting bastard!✨️

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