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Alice Penelope Goddard
"how much do i not give a fuck? let me show you right now 'fore i give it up" - 'On Sight' by Kanye West
twenty-two years old, 5'10, she/her
about Alice P. Goddard
Alice is a very extroverted person. Despite having severe mental illness, people find her to be quite charming. Most would be shocked to hear that she is extremely homicidal at all times. She has a strong impulse to commit murder throughout her days. Lots of her bloodlust is rooted in her hatred of men. Calling her a misandrist would be an understatement. She's a man eater. She enjoys maiming and disfiguring them. It's so that when they're found, they would have a closed casket funeral.
She isn't always too picky about the men she murders. If she's having a bad day, it could be any man that crosses her path. Most of the time, it's drunken men at bars that have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. Touching and grabbing her without asking. Those are the easiest. She usually has them take her to some seedy motel. They very rarely say anything when she walks out with a body bag. It's like a game. She's shocked that she's never been caught. Sitting at home as the news mentions another man being found dead and disfigured, she grins. It brings her joy.
Alice is diagnosed with severe paranoid schizophrenia, and she is untreated. Though it's obvious to many that she's not all the way there, killing people keeps her sane. If she doesn't kill for a certain period of time, she goes on a rampage. Breaking things around her, screaming, self harming— it's not pretty. Despite herself being pretty crazy, she is unusually captivating. It's easy for her to reel people in, and it's safe to say she's very manipulative.
Despite her being insane, Alice is a very creative person. She is very interested in fashion. She has a very unique style, and loves to express herself through clothing. The small amount of friends that she has are also very very creative people.
her story— TW: rape, gore, & abuse.
Alice was born in a small town in Kentucky where she lived with her single mother. Growing up, Alice was always very weird. Other kids would play pranks on her and tease her. Her mother didn't do much about it, or care really. She was rarely ever home, and when she was, she sat on her ass. Chain smoking, watching television. It wasn't until an incident occurred. Young Alice had hurt a teacher. Apparently, Alice was having an episode, screaming that they were after her. When the teacher went to help, Alice reacted violently. With that, she was pulled out of school and then diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Alice spent all of her middle school and high school years locked in her room, reading fashion magazines and books about her favorite designers. She very rarely went outside, and when she did, people stared. Remembering her as the girl who stabbed her teacher. She learned to stop caring. Spending her days listening to Kanye West and X, she felt they really understood her. Once she turned eighteen, Alice dreamed of moving away. To a big beautiful city, where creative people like her lived. Then it happened.
Alice's mother brought a man home, Richard. Calling him her boyfriend. She talked about how in love they were, how they were going to get married. How great of a man he was. It wasn't until one night, both him and her mother got severely drunk. While Alice's mother passed out, Richard was wide awake. While Alice showered, Richard stood outside of the bathroom door, heinous thoughts running rampant through his brain. Not wasting another second, he kicks the door down. Before Alice could react, Richard swings the shower curtain back, and punches her unconscious. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he drags her out of the tub and props her naked body up onto the sink. With his pants now down to his ankles, he proceeds to rape Alice. As she came to, an aching pain erupted between her legs. Opening her eyes, she sees Richard thrusting into her deeply. Blood began to drip down onto the floor as he pressed his hand against her mouth. Tears fell down her freckled cheeks as she let out helpless moans. Once he finished inside of Alice, he threatened to kill her if she said anything.
At that point, she felt like a shell of a person. For weeks she couldn't speak. She began putting chairs in front of her door, but that didn't stop him from kicking her door down time and time again. Every day, she'd walk out of her room with a new bruise. He enjoyed beating the shit out of her. After a couple months of enduring abuse, Alice began blacking out every single time he'd bend her over. She was too afraid to say anything, he threatened to kill her and her mother. Though Alice didn't feel very close to her mom, she still loved her very deeply. She was the only woman in her life, Alice didn't want to see anything bad happen to her. There was only one resolution. To kill the perpetrator.
On one Sunday evening, Alice decided to cut and dye her hair. Going from dirty blonde to dark brown, she walks out of the bathroom in only a towel. Walking into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors, Richard spots her. Alice glances at him briefly as he stares. In that moment, the prey believed to be the predator. Leaving the kitchen, Alice walks into her bedroom, sitting at her vanity. She lifts the scissors and begins chopping off her hair. Her long blonde locks becoming short and dark. The barbie destroying her image. She always knew she was capable of hurting someone, she thought back to the time she stabbed her teacher. A monster rested dormant deep down inside of her, ready to torment anyone once it awoken.
Hearing the door crack open, the raspy voice belonging to Richard traveled throughout the room, "you look horrible". She looked at him through the mirror, remaining silent. Her mother was asleep in the next room. Alice clenches her jaw, as he approaches her. Grabbing her by the back of her neck, she winces. Richard lifts her onto the dresser, the bath towel she wears falling to the ground. Her bare skin on display. If he wasn't so worried about self gratification, he would be able to see the Devil in her big blue eyes. As he slipped himself inside of her, he let out a sigh, and knocked his head back. His little thrusts causing Alice to grimace, she lets out soft breaths. Reaching to her side, she grabbed the scissors, and shoved them straight into his neck- puncturing his jugular vein and windpipe. His eyes go wide, and he backs away, gurgling on his own blood. As he falls onto the floor, he grabs onto the scissors, but is too weak to pull them out. Spitting and coughing up blood, Alice scoots off of the dresser, her hand and face covered in blood.
She straddles his waist, and pulls the scissors out of his neck, while he stares at her. A stray tear falls down her face as she tilts her head to look at him. Taking a deep breath, she screams as loud as she can, and begins lacerating his face, chopping and swinging. Her entire nude body was now covered in blood. His face was completely disfigured— unrecognizable. It was a disturbing sight. In a matter of seconds, her mother rushed into the room. She was speechless.
"H-He'a been hurting me mama... He told me if I said anything... He'd kill us."
"Alice... Clean yourself up... You have to get out of here."
"B-But..."
"I'll take care of it Alice. Leave."
After that, Alice packed her bag and left her home, never returning. She never knew what happened. She hasn't talked to her mother since. All she knew was that it felt good... too good. She'd murder again. And she did. Over and over and over again.
"how much do i not give a fuck? let me show you right now 'fore i give it up" - 'On Sight' by Kanye West
twenty-two years old, 5'10, she/her
about Alice P. Goddard
Alice is a very extroverted person. Despite having severe mental illness, people find her to be quite charming. Most would be shocked to hear that she is extremely homicidal at all times. She has a strong impulse to commit murder throughout her days. Lots of her bloodlust is rooted in her hatred of men. Calling her a misandrist would be an understatement. She's a man eater. She enjoys maiming and disfiguring them. It's so that when they're found, they would have a closed casket funeral.
She isn't always too picky about the men she murders. If she's having a bad day, it could be any man that crosses her path. Most of the time, it's drunken men at bars that have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. Touching and grabbing her without asking. Those are the easiest. She usually has them take her to some seedy motel. They very rarely say anything when she walks out with a body bag. It's like a game. She's shocked that she's never been caught. Sitting at home as the news mentions another man being found dead and disfigured, she grins. It brings her joy.
Alice is diagnosed with severe paranoid schizophrenia, and she is untreated. Though it's obvious to many that she's not all the way there, killing people keeps her sane. If she doesn't kill for a certain period of time, she goes on a rampage. Breaking things around her, screaming, self harming— it's not pretty. Despite herself being pretty crazy, she is unusually captivating. It's easy for her to reel people in, and it's safe to say she's very manipulative.
Despite her being insane, Alice is a very creative person. She is very interested in fashion. She has a very unique style, and loves to express herself through clothing. The small amount of friends that she has are also very very creative people.
her story— TW: rape, gore, & abuse.
Alice was born in a small town in Kentucky where she lived with her single mother. Growing up, Alice was always very weird. Other kids would play pranks on her and tease her. Her mother didn't do much about it, or care really. She was rarely ever home, and when she was, she sat on her ass. Chain smoking, watching television. It wasn't until an incident occurred. Young Alice had hurt a teacher. Apparently, Alice was having an episode, screaming that they were after her. When the teacher went to help, Alice reacted violently. With that, she was pulled out of school and then diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Alice spent all of her middle school and high school years locked in her room, reading fashion magazines and books about her favorite designers. She very rarely went outside, and when she did, people stared. Remembering her as the girl who stabbed her teacher. She learned to stop caring. Spending her days listening to Kanye West and X, she felt they really understood her. Once she turned eighteen, Alice dreamed of moving away. To a big beautiful city, where creative people like her lived. Then it happened.
Alice's mother brought a man home, Richard. Calling him her boyfriend. She talked about how in love they were, how they were going to get married. How great of a man he was. It wasn't until one night, both him and her mother got severely drunk. While Alice's mother passed out, Richard was wide awake. While Alice showered, Richard stood outside of the bathroom door, heinous thoughts running rampant through his brain. Not wasting another second, he kicks the door down. Before Alice could react, Richard swings the shower curtain back, and punches her unconscious. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he drags her out of the tub and props her naked body up onto the sink. With his pants now down to his ankles, he proceeds to rape Alice. As she came to, an aching pain erupted between her legs. Opening her eyes, she sees Richard thrusting into her deeply. Blood began to drip down onto the floor as he pressed his hand against her mouth. Tears fell down her freckled cheeks as she let out helpless moans. Once he finished inside of Alice, he threatened to kill her if she said anything.
At that point, she felt like a shell of a person. For weeks she couldn't speak. She began putting chairs in front of her door, but that didn't stop him from kicking her door down time and time again. Every day, she'd walk out of her room with a new bruise. He enjoyed beating the shit out of her. After a couple months of enduring abuse, Alice began blacking out every single time he'd bend her over. She was too afraid to say anything, he threatened to kill her and her mother. Though Alice didn't feel very close to her mom, she still loved her very deeply. She was the only woman in her life, Alice didn't want to see anything bad happen to her. There was only one resolution. To kill the perpetrator.
On one Sunday evening, Alice decided to cut and dye her hair. Going from dirty blonde to dark brown, she walks out of the bathroom in only a towel. Walking into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors, Richard spots her. Alice glances at him briefly as he stares. In that moment, the prey believed to be the predator. Leaving the kitchen, Alice walks into her bedroom, sitting at her vanity. She lifts the scissors and begins chopping off her hair. Her long blonde locks becoming short and dark. The barbie destroying her image. She always knew she was capable of hurting someone, she thought back to the time she stabbed her teacher. A monster rested dormant deep down inside of her, ready to torment anyone once it awoken.
Hearing the door crack open, the raspy voice belonging to Richard traveled throughout the room, "you look horrible". She looked at him through the mirror, remaining silent. Her mother was asleep in the next room. Alice clenches her jaw, as he approaches her. Grabbing her by the back of her neck, she winces. Richard lifts her onto the dresser, the bath towel she wears falling to the ground. Her bare skin on display. If he wasn't so worried about self gratification, he would be able to see the Devil in her big blue eyes. As he slipped himself inside of her, he let out a sigh, and knocked his head back. His little thrusts causing Alice to grimace, she lets out soft breaths. Reaching to her side, she grabbed the scissors, and shoved them straight into his neck- puncturing his jugular vein and windpipe. His eyes go wide, and he backs away, gurgling on his own blood. As he falls onto the floor, he grabs onto the scissors, but is too weak to pull them out. Spitting and coughing up blood, Alice scoots off of the dresser, her hand and face covered in blood.
She straddles his waist, and pulls the scissors out of his neck, while he stares at her. A stray tear falls down her face as she tilts her head to look at him. Taking a deep breath, she screams as loud as she can, and begins lacerating his face, chopping and swinging. Her entire nude body was now covered in blood. His face was completely disfigured— unrecognizable. It was a disturbing sight. In a matter of seconds, her mother rushed into the room. She was speechless.
"H-He'a been hurting me mama... He told me if I said anything... He'd kill us."
"Alice... Clean yourself up... You have to get out of here."
"B-But..."
"I'll take care of it Alice. Leave."
After that, Alice packed her bag and left her home, never returning. She never knew what happened. She hasn't talked to her mother since. All she knew was that it felt good... too good. She'd murder again. And she did. Over and over and over again.