WARNING/AUTHORS NOTE
It's uh. definitely been a while LMAO. Sorry for the severe lack of stories, I've been busy with college responsibilities and stuff. Anyhow, I was watching Wendigoon's newest video on Fake Documentary 'Q' while on a 5 hour bus ride back to my college after Thanksgiving break, and the section covering the "Obscure" entry spurred this idea into my head. I figured I'd write it out because again, 5 hour bus ride, not much else to do. This story was also majorly inspired by Lightofmylife2000 and Blind Eyes, Prying Eyes, so shout out to those two stories. (Seriously, they're amazing. Give them a read if you haven't already!)
As always, this story does contain content some may find triggering or otherwise disturbing. More specifically, it contains:
- Semi-detailed gore description (Fork found in kitchen yadayada ik but again, better safe than sorry)
- Murder
- Altered mental states
- Mentions of terminal illness
- Unsettling imagery (Fork found in kitchen x2)
Again, as always, thank you for giving me your time if you've decided to click off, and thank you for reading if you've decided to stay.
Cognitive Distortions
A Creepypasta by Moonajauna
Fun fact: There was a time when I was, technically speaking, a “Twitter artist”. Not in the sense that I was controversial or “corny”, as some people put it, but I was an artist with a Twitter account, and I witnessed alot of the petty drama and general fuss that came with being on art Twitter. I’ve long since deleted my account for a whole cocktail of reasons, but the incident I’m about to describe definitely helped me in making my decision to leave.
To explain why my brain worked the way it did back then, I was a broke college student in the most extreme sense. At the time of me opening commissions, I hadn’t done my laundry for months, and the only reason was that I couldn’t pay the $2 laundry fee due to not having enough money in my bank account, and for some unknown reason, the machines used some dumb app to operate instead of quarters like normal, functioning washing machines do. I was that broke. So, naturally, the logical next step was to open art commissions. I had a fairly decent following all things considered, and my art skills were at a level where I felt comfortable putting a price on it. I had some good experiences, some bad experiences, and one commission I had to flatout refuse because the person wanted me to draw two characters who were siblings together in a VERY NSFW context. That was… Something.
And then there was that guy. The one this post is about, who I’ll simply refer to as “N” for privacy’s sake. I’ve seen N in my notifications a few times before as he often liked and retweeted my art, and before all this happened, that’s the most amount of interaction I’ve ever had with this guy. N’s appearance in my message requests wasn’t completely unexpected, albeit it did come as a bit of a surprise. Especially when you take his opening messages into account:
“hello. can i buy good and pretty. art”
“?”
It should be noted that he never quote retweeted or replied to my posts before, so this was my first impression of what his typing style was like. Before I went any further into this conversation, I decided to check his profile out just to see who I was dealing with here, as I often did when new potentional clients contacted me.
Red flag #1, he had a blank profile. Just a default profile picture, no banner, and a keysmash for a username. His display name was… Well, his name, which was pretty convienient. The only thing that even remotely hinted that he wasn’t a bot were his retweets, along with the fact that his replies to other tweets were human-like. Unfortunately, that lead to red flag #2. At first, I assumed he just didn’t know English that well considering the typos and weird phrasing present in his opening message to me, but some of his replies I couldn’t figure out the meaning of even if I tried. There was a lot stuff about a “She”, and how pretty “She” was. Don't worry, there's an answer for who “She” is, but just put a pin in it for now.
Red flag #3 didn't come until I initiated conversation with N. At the time, I thought he was a bit odd, but ultimately harmless. I talked to him for a bit, and he wanted to commission a fully rendered half body portrait of one of his characters. I agreed to this, then asked for a reference photo of the character he wanted me to draw. He sent me a photo alright.

I no longer have the original image on my desktop, and even if I did I wouldn't want to share it anyway for reasons that'll be explained later. What you see here is a semi-accurate recreation of the image made specifically for this post. It was 2am when I first saw it, and it scared the everloving shit out of me. I didn't even know what I was looking at, but after a bit it was clear that it was a heavily distorted image of some Japanese woman.
I didn't know if the woman was a stock image, real Japanese celebrity I didn't know about, or what, but again, I rationalized it. “Cool, a horror artist. I like horror!” That was my train of thought.
Case in point, I accepted it. The final price was well over $2, and I could make the character work in my style. I got to work, spent about an hour or two on the piece, and when it was done, he thanked me. Tipped me well too, as an added bonus. I thought that would be the end of it.
I wouldn't be making this post if it was.
The following week, N messaged me again, asking for yet another piece of that same character, this time wearing a sundress at the beach, looking at the viewer. Again, I accepted, he tipped me again, same situation as before. Thus began a weekly cycle of him requesting more art of this character in various scenarios. Some weird, some normal. I honestly was just glad to have a regular customer who payed me well, even if the circumstances were a bit odd. However, after about a couple of months of this, he would become more picky and demanding when it came to his commissioned artwork, which I usually wouldn't mind too much as it typically gave me a good idea of which direction to go for my commissions, but the problem lied in not just this the language barrier, but also in his vagueness.
“No. no this do not capture her beauty enough”
“fix it make it better make it better please”
“you can fix this”
He would always say stuff like that. And whenever I asked how I could POSSIBLY “capture her beauty”, he'd just give really vague non-answers. I'd try to cut him some slack because again, English is very clearly not his first language, but it still frustrated me to no end. And I’d continue cutting him all the slack I could until I realized just how… Specific the situations he wanted me to draw his character in were.
A photograph-style piece of her in a bride outfit, smiling as best as her distorted self could. Sure! Her walking in a grocery store and putting items into her cart. A bit too close to the Wonderbread guy for comfort, but sure, whatever, there’s multiple innocent interpretations to be had. Her lying in bed, sickly looking, with crysanthemums, camellia’s, and sunflowers surrounding her as she ate Miso soup. That is… Very oddly specific. But again, I still drew it and took the money. At one point, I couldn’t help but wonder just where on earth N was getting all this money from, especially because he was ALWAYS buying fully rendered pieces from me. It was strange. Very, very strange.
It all came to a breaking point when N requested that I drew this character in a hospital bed, surrounded with even more of the previously described flowers, eyes closed, with the silhouette of a man with short, disheveled hair in a puffer jacket looming over her body. At that point, I knew something had to be going on, and that all of these things he wanted me to draw had to have SOME sort of meaning behind them that I was intentionally not being told about. So, I wrote him a message. This is what I said to him:
“Hello! Thank you for coming to me, as always. But before I accept your payment, I have to ask… What’s going on? I don’t say this out of malice or anything, but your requests lately, along with your insistence that I ‘capture her beauty’ correctly, have been worrying me for the past few days. I don’t really know how to word this properly, but it looks as though you’re going through something mentally. I’m not saying you are, but this behavior is extremely worrying. Please don’t take this as me denying your commission, I just want to know you’re doing okay. You don’t have to explain everything if you’re not comfortable doing so, but I would at least like some sort of vague answer. Please?”
I thought what I said was nice enough. I really tried hard to not be rude, but after I sent this message, he stopped responding to me. I saw the typing bubble pop up a few times, but other than that? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. So, while I waited for a response, I talked to another client and worked on their commission in the meantime. One hour turned to two turned to three, and guess what I was greeted with when I checked my DM’s with N again?
“You can no longer send Direct Messages to this person.”
If you’re unfamiliar with what that means, it means that N blocked me. Perfect. Fantastic, even. Not. I was even more frustrated now, and I also didn’t expect to get this kind of reaction from N. I wanted to slam my head onto my drawing tablet over and over again. Fuck, was I too rude and didn’t realize it? Maybe that was it, and if it was, I wanted so badly to apologize to the poor guy. But for obvious reasons, I couldn’t do that now. Frustrated, I decided to cut my losses, eat some leftover rice I had lying around, then go to bed.
A week or two later, I’d vent about the situation and how it frustrated me on a private discord server that mostly consisted of other artists. To my surprise, a bunch of them actually knew who I was talking about, either through seeing him in their Twitter notifications or because he commissioned them. They all had pretty much the same experience I did. Same character, same specific situations, the whole shebang. We all knew at this point that something was up with N. So, naturally, we did a bit of digging. One person managed to undo most of the effects that were applied to the image so that the woman could be made out more clearly. Black hair with bangs, a mole under her right eye, and wearing a plain white t-shirt. We eventually found out who she was through reverse image searching, but what we found only distressed us further.
We first found her on an obituary website. From what was on there, we found out that she came from a wealthy family, more specifically that her father was the CEO of a Marketing company. We also discovered that her husband’s first name was the exact same name that was displayed on N’s Twitter profile. This confirmed how N knew the woman in his “reference photo”.
Underneath the obituary website was a Japanese news article, published just a few days ago, detailing the arrest of N. According to Google translate, N's wife, who had been dealing with a terminal illness of some kind, was found in N's house lying under a tarp in a bathtub, her body in a severe state of rot, with her head bashed in to an almost unrecognizable degree. Next to the bathtub was a rock taken from N’s garden with his fingerprints and her blood all over it. As for N, they found him alone in his bed room, his laptop open to multiple Twitter tabs, two banking websites under his account and N’s wife’s savings account respectively. N was extremely dirty, sobbing profusely as he mumbled many things to himself, but there was one phrase he repeated a lot:
“これを修正できます。”
“You can fix this.”