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You're Not Alone (Slenderman X Reader) ch 17 Slenderman’s POV
I finally come to my senses, but it is too late; the damage is done. __________’s body is dyed red from her own blood. Her skin is rubbed raw and is covered in long cuts and trails of bruises. Her collarbone is punctured with multiple bite wounds. I lightly run my finger over a bruise on her cheek.
I can’t believe I did this to you. I never wanted it to happen like this.
All I wanted was for __________ to love me back. I worked so hard to protect her. I worked so hard to become part of her life. I worked so hard to get the chance to hold her close. Now, it seems I have only been able to push her further away from me.
The memory of her pleas ring through my head. I wanted to stop, more than anything, but I couldn’t. I watched as instinct took hold of my body, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. All I co
Pokemon Creepypasta Red's LoveI was different than most of the pokemon fans I have seen. I got into pokemon around the time of Heartgold and Soulsilver. Soulsilver was a surprise Christmas present that I got one year. I started playing it and I couldn't stop! That is, until Pokemon Black and White came out. I was ecstatic when I heard all about the new game. When I got pokemon black, I instantly dropped Soulsilver and got started on the new game. I all of it! Everything was way better than Soulsilver, and I even got a crush on the character, N. I used to have a crush on Red, but everything I had done on Soulsilver seemed to vanish, except my love of the pokemon I had in the game. I eventually wanted to bring my beloved pokemon from Soulsilver into Pokemon Black, so I tried my hardest as possible to beat the Elite Four.
One day, after three tries to beat the Elite Four and loosing, I decided to go back to my Soulsilver for some nostalgia. After starting up the game and skipping past the intro, I looked at the start
BEN drowned x Reader, Part 1Your P.O.V.********************
You walked into your front door, and immediately went to your room. Another shitty day at school. You were glad it was Friday, and you could spend your whole weekend talking to your friend. Okay, maybe not a real friend, but the closest you had.
Turning on your laptop, you went right to cleverbot.com.
Your friend. The only thing that would actually talk to you for as long as you liked. You'd been doing this daily routine since last year, and cleverbot even knew you now. It remembered your name, asked about your day, how you wered oing, and so on and so forth.
You liked to pretend it was a real person sometimes and vented out to it, knowing it would give you an actual response.
User: Hey there
Cleverbot: Hey, good to see you!
User: How was your day?
Cleverbot: Same old, same old. You?
User: No better than usual, really. The school jock tripped me again, his friend took my lunch, you know how it goes.
Cleverbot: I really hate those guys. I wish I were w
Jeff the Killer: Jeff x readerHey guys!! This is a Fanfiction about no one other than Jeff the Killer. He is my one favorite CreepyPasta thing's I hope you like!!!! Comment and Favorite if you liked it.
"I hope you fall in a ditch!" Your brother Nathan yelled at you, we have been going on with this argument for about an hour or so. All because he accused you of going in his room and taking his IPod and the earphones that went with it, but you told him several times that you haven't been his room and how can I even go in his room if was at school? He could have lost it in that dirty room of his.
"I hope you step on a lego!" You yelled back at him. When he was young he had lots of legos to play with as a child, but one day tripped and spilled a box on the floor. He landed on them and felt the true wrath of the legos, he only got a few cuts and a bruise on he cheek, but he never would touch a lego again. Let alone step on one.
"Take that back!" He yelled
You're Not Alone(Slenderman x Reader) ch 1 It has been a while since you have been back home. After spending almost the entire summer at camp, everything looks almost dreamlike from being gone for so long. You let out a long sigh as you enter your house. You certainly missed all your friends from camp; after all, your hometown friends are not as willing to listen to you and your troubles.
“Hey, Sweetie, how was camp?” a familiar voice calls to you and captures you in a loving hug.
“Hey Mom, I missed you. It was great—probably the best year ever, actually,” you say, grinning to her. Your stomach then speaks for you, telling your mom what you are thinking.
“Well, I see that you haven’t changed at all since you left,” she laughs. “Go wash up; I made your favorite.”
You stride into the kitchen and wash your hands. Look
You're Not Alone (Slenderman X Reader) ch 15 You squirm in your restraints. You do not want to be alone with Slenderman again, especially right now due to his apparent anger. You want to run as far away from him as you can when he takes a step closer to you; the fact that your restraints are tightening does not help the matter.
“Hold still child,” Slenderman orders. Static fills your ears.
“L-let me go,” you shudder, shying away from him.
“Now why would I do that?”
“You told me to find you once I was ready, but I’m not.”
“I got tired of waiting.”
“Sucks to be you, then!” His tentacles tighten around your quivering frame.
“Watch your mouth child,” he growls.
“Or what?” you chal
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter I
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter I: "The Gardener"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Weeding the last remnants of dead leaves and grass with a three-pronged fork, Freddy Krueger rested on his hands and knees while he stabbed a small spade into ground. Its surface was dried and cracked due to the heat of the summer sun, but the seasons were changing and autumn was approaching. It was a new school year at Badham Preschool, just a week in. He chiseled a hole and scooped through the rich soil that hid underneath before he dug another one beside it.
The man whistled to himself and feigned ignorance to the fact that the three small children were sneaking up behind him, sniggering behind their tiny hands, as he pretended to be focused on planting the new stonecrops and chrysanthemums.
"Wanna play tag with us, Mr. Freddy?
2P!America x Reader: Why You PT.3
Wow im SOOOO Sorry for the long wait! Anyway heres part 3… ASDFGHJKKKK Its really short i'm sorry! I promise the next part will be really long! ALSO - warning, i might add a lemon in there somewhere but i will put point to where it starts and ends so my readers who aren't into lemons can skip it! <3 Thank you and i hope you enjoy this little chapter, i'll add the next one soon.
I want to thank KairiStar728 for the idea of Al and Arthur fighting and breaking a window so Reader can escape! Thanks <3 She got me out of my writers block.
It took a while, but you managed to shake off Al’s brother, who showed you to your room… a.k.a. the basement. You were quite frustrated you were kidnapped and forced to live in the basement of a psycho family, but at least you were alive. When ‘Oliver’, as he told you his name was (even though Alfred had called him Arthur before…), left you heard a click from the door. ‘Great… they locked it’
MarkiplierxReader - Agateophobia - I
You half expected to hear "Good evening, Clarice," as you went to meet your new patient.
You had taken a particular interest in the mentally disabled when you were studying at [college/university]. Now, a few years out of graduate school, you earned the right to be called a doctor. Within the medical community, you were well known. Wesley Psychiatric Hospital took an interest in you, and you returned it, nearly curing patients with your, well, patience. Some say you connected on a deeper level than most doctors could. But that came with a price.
You were vulnerable to picking up their habits. One patient you had would tap both feet, right, left, right, like he was marching. The week after he checked out, you caught yourself tapping your feet like he did. Sometimes you acted out like them. You were lucky you hadn't been talked to or even fired. Actually, you wondered if you weren't crazy yourself.
Today, however, there was nothing to mimic. Your shoes clacked on the concrete floor as yo