Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

7: Tears

Jeff the Killer

Running quickly down the pavement, Y/N kept the book over her head. It was already drenched. Why should she care any less about what happens to it? After all, today has just been the worse day of her life.

Starting off in the morning, the girl was ready to go to school, when she remembered she had homework. It wasn't finished, and there was no way she was going to get it done. After that, her phone didn't charge, so she had to leave it at home. Y/N only checked the weather on her phone, so she didn't bring an umbrella or a hooded jacket for when it started raining.

When she had gotten to school, Y/N was drenched and had to go through her classes like that. During lunch, she tripped over her shoelaces and fell in front of the whole school. Not many people laughed, but she was still embarrassed. Y/N had also lost her history book, so she had to borrow one. She forgot to study for a test as well, so the female was sure she didn't do well.

Lastly, when the bell rang, it was pouring outside, and all her friends left her to run home in the rain. While running home, she was using her history book to cover her H/C hair from the rain, and a car came rushing by, drenching her, and her borrowed book, in a large puddle on the side of the road.

Now, back to the present, she could see her house coming into view. The female didn't care what happened anymore, as long as she got home. Rushing up to her front steps, she dove under the cover of the doorway and brought out her keys. At least she didn't lose those.

Unlocking the door, Y/N rushed inside, slammed the door, and broke down. She didn't even acknowledge or see the male killer in her living room, she just had enough. Enough of Lady Luck's torture. Enough of the late karma, she just wanted to get the day over with.

"Y/N? What happened to you?" Said girl's heart jumped from her chest to her throat. She swallowed hard, wiping her face quickly from the streaks of tears that rolled down her face. When she met his blue eyes, they became blurry. She couldn't respond. The only thing she could do was cry.

Now Jefferey didn't know how to deal with this kind of stuff. Sure, he had a younger brother who cried sometimes, but that was a long time ago. That was the past. That was when he used to have compassion for others. Now, he's a killer. Someone who mercilessly slaughters people, and doesn't care about his victim's feelings.

But why did his heart just break when he saw her sobbing like that?

The dark-haired male stepped around the couch he was sitting on a minute ago and squatted down to where the female had crumbled to the floor on her knees. Her body shook as sobs racked her form. With a bit of hesitance, Jeff opened his arms to her. Y/N's watery, E/C eyes caught sight of this as she sniffled and shifted forward, leaning into his slightly welcoming arms.

Her breathing quickened as she let out small whimpers, clutching onto the white fabric of his hoodie as the male awkwardly closed his hold around her. He wouldn't let her day worsen, he was going to stay by her until she felt better.

Eyeless Jack

Y/N sat on the chair in front of her small table. She stared down at an opened letter in a shocked daze. She couldn't believe it, how did this happen so soon?

What happened?

Well, when Y/N was little, her parents bought the girl a German shepherd that was a few weeks old. The female absolutely adored it. Every day, after school, she would be greeted by the dog at the bus stop since the driver was a friend of their family. Because Y/N moved out, she left her German shepherd, Neo, back at home for her parents.