Creepypasta,Marble Hornets & Slenderverse Oneshots w/ Male Reader

: Brian Thomas "Hoodie" X Male Reader : Pt. 1

Note(s): Idk

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Your eyes stung from crying, as you laid in your old bed. Was he really dead? What were you supposed to do now?

Maybe you would let the Operator find you and turn you insane like they did to Alex.

Madness didn't sound too bad right about now, now that you thought about it. Your dark circled encompassed eyes were red from sobbing all night long, now it was a routine.

It was a cycle, all of it was. The Operator would prey on innocent kids or young adults, and send them on a wild goose chase before their inevitable deaths.

What did you have to do with all of this, anyhow? Where did you fit in, into this current cycle?

You were in the same hospital Tim was in as a child, you vaguely knew each other in that way and reconnected years later.

It turns out, that rekindling your friendship would mostlikely be your death. Or, someday it might. Unfortunately, somehow you were still alive.

You sat up, as your unsightly room came into view. Your hair was tangled and a mess, your room was so empty and barren that it would be a miracle if there was a sign of clutter.

You were too depressed to even eat, to do something humanly and normal. What was the point of routine, for caring for yourself? It was all going to end soon.

Alex was going to find you and kill you at some point. So why bother running? It's either him or the Operator.

It had been approximately 3 months since you'd given up. Speaking of giving up, you hadn't paid rent for a long time.

You walked over to the pile of letters that had accumulated outside your door, grabbing them and sifting through. Nothing about being kicked out, no rent notices, just advertisements for healthcare and old newspapers.

You were definitely shocked by this. Who the hell was paying your rent? Not that you were gonna stop them- that was like a miracle come true!

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The discovery of somebody paying your rent for you was the small kick you needed to get you out of your stubbornness.

You had went out by late morning and got groceries, coming back by early noon and doing the household chores.

Finished by late noon, you had stocked your cabinets and the fridge. Now it was time to try and make yourself eat.

You had gotten your favorite foods, but you needed to go light on your anxious and hurting stomach.

To take it easy on your stomach, you had to make an amalgamation of a plate filled with rice, cucumber, watermelon, and soup crackers.

You had conjured up the foods you ate in your childhood when you were sick, the foods that rarely ever upset your stomach.

As you sat down weakly at the table in your kitchen, you ate so slow that you felt as if somebody was silently cursing at you to eat faster.

Goosebumps went over your arms and the hair on the back of your neck raised. This wasn't the first time, you constantly felt as if you were being watched.

A tiny bit of fear shivered over you, as you glanced around to see somebody watching you through the kitchen window: you pretended not to see them, so they wouldn't know you were looking.

This stalker wore an orangish-yellow hoodie with a mask that looked like an overly large beanie with a face sewn on.

The hoodie however seemed oddly familiar as if you'd seen someone you knew wearing it before. Who was it? It was on the tip of your tongue!

The most important question, however, was why were they watching you? How long had they been doing this for? And why?

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Jay had noticed that a video had been uploaded to Marble Hornets, a video he didn't make. He was going to take it down immediately, but curiosity got the better of him and he needed to watch it first.

The audio was static-y and distorted, however the footage was of (Y/n) curled up in his bed. It looked like he was crying.

The footage cut off to (Y/n) choking on his own tears in his bathroom, taking pills from unlabeled prescribed bottles of medication.

The video ended with the camera man walking into (Y/n)'s empty bedroom and leaving a paper folder crudely labeled, "Open Me."

Jay soon took down the video and reuploaded it into an entry where he would take observations of the video.

Now (Y/n) was involved. How would Jay find him? He rewatched the footage over and over looking for small clues of where (Y/n) might live, and why the hooded man was so invested in him.