Multi-fandom X Reader One-shots

Brian Thomas||Creepypasta/Marble Hornets

{Reader using He/Him pronouns <3}
{Creepypasta but it's Marble Hornets accurate}
{NOT A SONGFIC, the song just comes in later :]}

 Walking in the forest was always something I enjoyed, even after being brought back from the dead. Now instead of calmly walking around, I feigned injury into luring people and beating their heads in with my baseball bat. I could bleed without actually being injured, just a side effect of dying of blunt force trauma. I could still see, however after Alex had cut right across my eyes I had to wrap bandages around by eyes to keep from bleeding on things all the time. These all helped me in my job.

 I missed Jay though. Brian and Tim were nice to have around, especially Brian. I had joined Jay in trying to figure out what had happened to our friends, I was more interested in Brian of course. Knowing Tim hadn't seen him either in a long time had really set me off, causing me to get the need to find him. I had always found the man attractive, even before we became really good friends while filming Alex's student film. It's sad it never got finished. Jay and I really bonded over the span of those five years we tried to find out what had been happening, his death broke me. In trying to find Tim and I's best friend I had neglected to realize how he had loved me. I hadn't a clue he was gay.

 I wish I had, I would've loved to have dated him, but instead I was here, Jay long dead, and me pining for Brian instead. The seemingly straightest man alive. My best friend. He used to flirt with many women, he was always respectful about it though. I guess that's what drew me to him in the first place, how nice he was. I had always loved how he'd always be smiling, always approaching lonely people to start a conversation, always laughing and joking with anyone he talked to, always being himself. Brian Thomas had stolen my heart before I had the chance to give it away to Jay; I couldn't find it in me to hate him for it though.

 I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of tears falling onto my hand. Lord, how much I missed Jay, I loved him, just never in the way he had hoped. My need to kill someone quickly fled my body, and I decided to return home to the weird mansion we had found home in. Tim took a deal, bringing Brian and I back to life but we all had to become killers for The Operator, or he also went by Slenderman. We joined a weird family full of batshit crazy ghosts and weirdos. Its been a few years since then.

 I sighed, instead of going inside I walked out back, through a path to another clearing, to the mansion's cemetery. Slender didn't want us visiting graves in the cities, since we could get caught. Some of the graves were empty, us not being able to take the bodies ourselves, like Toby's sister, Lyra. Although, some of the graves were not empty, like Jay's. I always made sure to visit him on the anniversary of his death, the anniversary of his burial, and the anniversary of the YouTube channel he had created. Yet, sometimes, like today, I had found myself at his grave anyways. 

 Walking to the man's grave I found myself wishing I had brought the normal bouquet of blue Roses and Lilies Of The Valley. I watched as a Blue jay flew from atop the stone, I let out a soft sob at this.

 "Hi Jay." I spoke, sitting next to the stone. "Sometimes I wish I could actually talk to you again, I miss you." I found myself letting out a bitter laugh at my own statement. "I really hope you're doing well, now that you're out of The Operator's grasp. Tim and Brian are still struggling to keep themselves, I'm the only one who's held it out this long." I teared up at my words. "I'm sorry that I fell for him, and not you Jay." I continued, breaking out into hysterics. "I'm such a fool Jay." I laughed, tears falling from my eyes as I pulled the bandages off.

 I heard footsteps approach, and looking up I saw the man I didn't want to see the most. His mask was off, it wasn't often I got to see his face anymore. It was Brian, I hadn't seen him in a week. I looked at his face for a moment longer to see his lips were pressed together, he was thinking about what he was gonna say.