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There was already one pic with that title, but I disliked it so much I put it in storage, so it might be a replacement~

I think that except the ref pic this is the best art I made with Chrissy so far :") I'm in love with the simplified trees. x'D I need to learn how to leaves tho ;w; Literally this pic has came through my time trial, it has like a few months and I still don't hate it. xD

Hope you like it~! <3

Art & Charcter (c) Me

EDIT: LOOK AT THIS OMGGGG

Story & Ref
| Creepypasta | Things unsaid
Catherine listened to the night. The clock told her that it would soon be 3 am; she'd woken up around an hour ago without any reason. She sometimes just woke up like that. She wasn't worried though – it was the holidays and she could sleep it off during the day. Very slowly Cath was falling back into sweet unconsciousness, when there appeared a strange sound on the edge of hearing - something like knocking. At first she ignored it, nothing strange about hearing sounds late at night. She held her breath to hear it better. The sounds seemed so far like they were out of this world and when her mind began to perceive a vague notion of what it could be, she fell asleep.
By the next morning she'd basically forgotten about the whole situation. She got on with her daily routine - breakfast, brushing teeth and so on. She turned on her laptop and started browsing social networks. Catherine Meyers - 17 years old, was a promising baseball player in middle school as evidenced by the medals hu

Description
There was already one pic with that title, but I disliked it so much I put it in storage, so it might be a replacement~

I think that except the ref pic this is the best art I made with Chrissy so far :") I'm in love with the simplified trees. x'D I need to learn how to leaves tho ;w; Literally this pic has came through my time trial, it has like a few months and I still don't hate it. xD

Hope you like it~! <3

Art & Charcter (c) Me

EDIT: LOOK AT THIS OMGGGG

Story & Ref
| Creepypasta | Things unsaid
Catherine listened to the night. The clock told her that it would soon be 3 am; she'd woken up around an hour ago without any reason. She sometimes just woke up like that. She wasn't worried though – it was the holidays and she could sleep it off during the day. Very slowly Cath was falling back into sweet unconsciousness, when there appeared a strange sound on the edge of hearing - something like knocking. At first she ignored it, nothing strange about hearing sounds late at night. She held her breath to hear it better. The sounds seemed so far like they were out of this world and when her mind began to perceive a vague notion of what it could be, she fell asleep.
By the next morning she'd basically forgotten about the whole situation. She got on with her daily routine - breakfast, brushing teeth and so on. She turned on her laptop and started browsing social networks. Catherine Meyers - 17 years old, was a promising baseball player in middle school as evidenced by the medals hu