Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

8: Wounds

Jeff the Killer

The rain outside was light. Not as hard as a few days ago, which was the worse day ever, but still, the rain was pretty annoying to hear when it went on for almost three days.

Y/N was trying to be as active as she could since the female didn't want to just sit around her house being lazy. It wasn't like she was or anything, sometimes she just needed to be lazy, but since it has been at least four days without any release of the rain, she was growing restless.

The sudden, childish thought appeared in her mind like a flash. It was intriguing, but she also was a bit wary of the idea. What was that thought? Well, why not go play in the rain and the puddles? Seemed like a good idea. There was nothing to stop her from doing so....yet.

So, Y/N headed to her room and grabbed the needed items. A light, warm hoodie which would protect her H/L H/C hair from being drenched. Boots to protect her little toes from the splash of cold water, and gloves, to protect her hands from the cold winds that pushed the rain in a random direction.

The female headed out of her room in a sudden flurry of excitement. She hadn't done anything like this since she was around six years old, even then it seemed like yesterday. She grinned and opened the door, but the grin left as soon as it appeared when she saw the familiar, pale killer standing at her doorway, drenched to the bone. His right hand was holding his left arm in pain, and she finally realized.

He was injured.

Blood was soaked on his jacket, his ripped jacket. There was a large hole in the area where the wound was. Y/N let out a cold gasp and quickly opened the door for him. Once he had stepped one foot inside, she closed the door, locked it, and threw off her shoes.

"Bathroom!" She told him, marching down the hall to where the bathroom was. She threw open the door, almost missing the slight chuckle that came from behind her.

"You're too willing to help me," Jeffery grunted, looking down at the round wound where the entity had pierced him. He was thankful that he didn't pierce the dark tendril all the way through, or else this would've been more serious.

"That's because...you helped me." The girl murmured in response, taking out the first aid from below the sink, then ordering him to sit on the top of the toilet as she tended to his wound. It turned out, his 'boss' had hurt him because they got into some sort of fight. Y/N could guess who started it.

Eyeless Jack

It was so early, Y/N just wanted to stay in her cozy bed and sleep, but why? Why did she get up? Was someone trying to break into her apartment again? No. Could she just not sleep? No. The killer, Eyeless Jack, had come back again. And once he had entered, she knew he would need her help.

The female sat on the cold ground in the kitchen, facing the grey-skinned male with tired, E/C eyes. He leaned his head against the cabinets, trying to soothe his head a bit. He had told her his pet had accidentally rammed into him, causing the male to fall and hit his head. He knew he was hurt, but Jack didn't know how bad it was, and he didn't want to tell anyone about this because he knew they would just tease him about it.

But not Y/N. He knew she would be gentle about it.

"Just...tell me when," she yawned, "you're ready.."

Eyeless Jack needed to take off his mask for her to see the injury, but he wasn't ready for that yet. He was cautious and hesitant about the people he showed himself to. His true self. The cannibal didn't even know how she was going to react once she saw his face. Would she run away? Would she scream and call the police? Even though he could easily stop her if she even tried to reach the phone.