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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
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
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
2P!England x Reader - Always Time For Cupcakes P1
~Warning! Very mild swearing and violence!~
You watched as the wet puddles rippled under your feet, the cold drops of rain tickling your nose. You yanked your scarf up over your icy nose and let out a sigh, your warm breath catching in the soft fabric and warming up your cheeks. You didn’t mind walking home in the cold, and you did it almost every day, just as long as you had your trusty iPod. You pushed the little headphone buds into your ears, the loud slur of music filling your mind.
You hummed along with the beat, a small smile painted your lips. Your surroundings seem to blur as you twisted your body with the rhythm, not care if anyone saw your seizure like dance moves. You were breaking one of the most important rules of young girl walking home in the dark- never be distracted.
Your Mother and Father had taught you all about being savvy. They didn’t like you walking home alone so late, but there was no other choice since they couldn’t pick you up. To be honest,
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Sweet Dreams (Part 2)
I just can't believe what happened. As I stopped by a tree to catch my breath because I'd never been this good in sport, I thought about the boy, when suddenly all turned clear. The murders around my city which were spoken of in TV lately... Could it be? That I had to be his next victim? I am supposed to be dead... But now my parents are. Overwhelmed by the sadness new tears came flowing down my (s/c) cheek as I continued running. But now I shouldn't think about that. This killer is after me. And I will survive. For my dad...
Seeing houses and streets passing by I slowly came out of my town. But because I was afraid of the woods I chose the street leading in further darkness, just away, far away of that psychotic man. Everywhere I looked I seemed to see his shadow, the pale skin and that evil grin, wider than a normal person could. This penetrative eyes watching me run full of fear accompanied by his amused laughter.
All of a sudden I heard a car slowing down and drivin
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
Help From A Stranger - Part 1
“Ugh, so fucking bored.”
In the city, a lone man walked. He wore a black trench coat, along with a black hat, dark gray shirt underneath, black pants, and a silver tie blowing in the wind. He was unusually tall, and his stride was brisk and quick. Perhaps the most unsettling thing about him, besides his inhuman height, was the painted bandana on his face, which bared a frightening, sharp-toothed grin with piercing yellow eyes. Poking out from underneath the bandana was a lit cigarette, holding up the fabric enough to see a little bit of black blood and sharp red teeth.
This man was known to humans, by urban legend, as ‘The Pretenderman’. Most of the population didn’t believe he existed; that didn’t bother him. Although ‘The Pretenderman’ was more of a formal title, he was known by others like him as Zehnder.
It was getting late, and the sky above the city was streaked with red, yello