A/N: Context/Prompt: Y/n is reading fanfiction when suddenly they're in the fanfiction. (technically Creepypasta stories but okay) SHOUT OUT TO DAN!!!!! She helped decide which chapter I should write next (being this one) so thank you :3
!!!WARNING!!! This chapter will have very strong Gen Z humor, meaning suicide, depression, sh thoughts, etc. (I'm watching YouTube while writing this so bear with me :'] ) THE WRITING WILL BE VERY SELF INDULGENT, meaning I will write this from what I act like in real life (me being Runa) [name], of course, does NOT condone swearing, but I feel it accurately portrays the Gen Z culture and people in general so- anyways enjoy! Also I put you in a hoodie for this chapter, hope that's okay! I just know that hoodies are super duper comfy, and pretty Gen Z practical... so yeah :> This chapter is kinda crack-
Characters I own: Ruin (obvs)
This may have multiple parts.
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What. The. Fuck.
How had this happened?! How did you let this happen??! You stared, wide-eyed.
"There's no way this is actually happening!" You groaned, facepalming. "I just can't believe this! I refuse to!"
"I'm actually out of Oeros! No fucking way. I can't be! What else am I supposed to eat while I read fanfiction? I needs me some snacks!" You opened and closed the cabinet doors repeatedly, as though doing so would MAGICALLY make more Oreos appear. "Stupid," You mumbled to yourself. You rummaged through your cupboards, cabinets, even the pantry, but none held the sweet cookies-n-cream magic milk dipping goodness you so craved.
"Geez. I guess ramen will do," you muttered, pulling a Maruchan ramen pack off the fridge, and collecting eggs, chicken, and asparagus to cook for it. You took the ramen- uh- dust? (A/N: SEASONING that's what it's called, right right right right-) out of the pack and set it aside, sliding the noodle square out into a bowl, and filling it with chicken broth and a touch of water. Setting it in the microwave, you starting pressing random buttons- you don't know how long it's supposed to cook, and to hell if you cared. Turning to the stove, you begin cooking each food item respectively.
TIMMEEEEE SKIIIIPPPP Cause I am NOT writing how to cook those foods, I'm too lazy :D
You pulled the steaming hot noodle bowl out of the microwave, surprisingly not burning your hands. "Yay for mom-hands, am I right?" You put down the bowl, making a weird happy face and then adding your other ingredients. "YUMMMMM!!"
You grabbed your phone, heading to the living room, you set your bowl of ramen down and plopped on the couch. "What story should I read? OoOOoO how 'bout Creepypastas, I haven't been scared enough recently," quickly going to the official Creepypasta website, you settled on reading "Robert The Doll", a supposedly true collection of stories and happenings caused by a haunted or possessed early-era doll. (A/N: I know, there's a lot of these- anyways I actually live near where Robert The Doll is housed [kinda] and he scares the ever loving crap-dogs outta me)
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Armageddon. || Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots
FanfictionA collection of creepy oneshots. I write the pastas as I feel they would/should act, but requests will influence that heavily. *Do NOT read if you don't like gore, disturbing themes, and creepy stuff. Do not read if you are scared easily or suffer f...
