Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Second Meeting

Masky
A week had passed since running from the abandoned mill in the woods. The friends (y/n) had gone with tried to brush it off as a joke but they weren't letting it slide as one. Now with only two people they still talk to, it was a quiet week for them. Things had mostly gone back to normal but they couldn't get the masked face out of their mind. "Who was he? Why was he chasing me? I could have died." These things swirled in their head in the last few days as they tried to get rid of thoughts about it altogether, The masked man becoming a forgotten thought as other duties became more apparent and the flow of normalcy returned in their lives. 

It was late at night when dishes became a little much to ignore and they stood at the sink in front of the window taking care of them as the masked man watched from the forest line near the house. Once the dishes were finished, (y/n) went to turn in for the night, heading to their bedroom. 

All comfortable in bed, and relaxed it didn't take long for them to fall asleep. It was the early morning hours before the sun would rise when they woke up from their slumber. The feeling of being watched was inescapable, sitting up in their bed before noticing its weight. The hairs stood up on the back of their neck as they flipped on the light and almost screamed before a hand went over their mouth quickly. The masked man was crouched at the foot of their bed, now holding a hand to their mouth and his other hand at the lips on the mask in a shushing motion.

They swallowed hard and nodded a bit quickly showing they wouldn't make much noise. The masked man was hesitant before releasing their mouth. They backed up to the headboard and curled their knees up to their chest but the masked man only sat there, a bit tense now that they had been caught. "How did you get in here...? What do you want?" They asked, breathlessly. The masked man looked over towards the cracked window and nudged his head to the side as if to show how he made it inside. He wasn't speaking and that only unnerved them more. "Please...don't...don't hurt me...I don't have much but if valuables are what you are after...there's a cabinet downstairs with some inheritance money. Take it." The man didn't move off the bed but instead sat down from his prior crouched position. He gave one firm shake of his head. He motioned towards the bed. "I...no I don't feel comfortable." They said back. The masked man did not answer and stayed in his sitting position. 

Things stayed silent for the next hour but sleep was winning. Though they tried to keep their eyes open, the masked man was unmoving and showed no immediate signs of danger despite having broken in. Eventually, they fell asleep against the headboard despite their best efforts. When they woke up next, they were alone in the room. After frantically searching the house, it turned up nothing. It could have been passed off as a dream if not for the open window that was closed last night.

Toby
Making the trip back home was nothing less than nerve-shattering. Back into the South, they went. The bus ride was relatively quiet with the friends they had gone with but other than the occasional text message in the group chat, sharing pictures and making comments about how everyone wanted to return. They had kept the masked man and hatchet to themselves though.

After arriving back home, they could stop looking over their shoulder. It was a bizarre thing to have happened but now they were questioning why they had even taken the hatchet. The logic at the time was to disarm him of at least one weapon but now why was it sitting on their dresser as a display?

"A deadly souvenir I guess.." The comment was to no one but themselves. 

A few days had passed since the trip back but there was beginning to be an unnerving feeling that they should get rid of it. Every day after work, (Y/N) found themselves staring at the relic. Inspecting its bright orange handle and sharp-edged blade. There was minimal rust around the edges but what stood out to them was the most concerning factor. On various parts of the handle and blade, some spatters of blood could be seen. They were old and had already turned brown from the oxidization. 

A week after returning from the trip, (y/n) was enjoying a day off at home. The weather was crazy outside and they were thankful to have the opportunity to spend it inside as the rain fell heavy from above, and the wind could be seen swaying trees to an alarming level. They were not worried, quite enjoying the mid-summer thunderstorms. That was until the lights went out. 

"Son of a bitch!" They cursed and stood up to go and grab their candles. In the drawer down in the basement, they found them along with a lighter and began lighting them up around the house. They started in the kitchen before making their way to the hall when their bare foot touched something wet. They paused and looked down. "Another leak?" They internally groaned until they leaned down to inspect the cold wet floor when the hair on the back of their neck stood up. Not just any wetness, but a wet footprint. A set in fact. Slowly they looked up to see that there was a trail heading for the bedroom. (Y/n) swallowed hard and carefully tiptoed in closer. They didn't see anything at first but noticed that the room was quiet. Too quiet. Silently they picked up the hatchet from the dresser and set down the candles. The lighter however fell hard onto the floor, and the closet door swung open revealing a very wet and a very pissed orange goggled man, wielding his other weapon in the air. (Y/n) held tightly to the weapon, and the man's eyes fell on it. "Give...it...back" His voice was cold and devoid of emotion. 

"How did you find me you fucking psycho?" 

He took a grab at the weapon but they were quick to pull it away. backing into the door. "Not a step closer. I'll hurt you."

The man laughed and took another step closer. "Good thing I wouldn't feel it." He snatched it from their hands and embedded it into the door behind their head. He leaned in, dark eyes hiding behind the goggles. "You ran me around for a while m-making me come look for this." Mid-sentence his neck cracked slightly in the middle of a word, causing a stutter. "Your lucky I don't stain it with your blood..." He backed away and pulled the hatchet from the door, splinters falling around them. "But... You got lucky because of your quick thinking." He pulled his hood up further and pushed past them to leave. (Y/n) stood there unmoving in the doorway, shaking slightly.



Hoodie
A few days had passed since the incident. The flowers were cut off at the stems and on full display in the kitchen window to get some sun, in a pretty yellow stained glass vase. (Y/n) didn't bother reporting the break-in to the police. There was nothing stolen and what were they supposed to tell them? Someone broke in and left me flowers? 
Their routine continued the same but this time there were gifts outside the door every time they left. First the flowers, then a card but it wasn't written on or signed. It was accompanied by some sweets they liked. (y/n) wasn't sure how to feel about all of these. They were sweet, but how did this person know the sort of treats they liked? Who was sending these? Was it the same hooded person they saw leaving their yard a few nights ago?

One day the gift did not come. While this relieved (y/n) it also puzzled them. Why did it suddenly stop? It was on their mind during their shift at work but by the end of the day, they had let their mind focus on the tasks at hand. Eventually, closing time came, and night had fallen. They packed up and left the building, heading out to the sidewalk to start walking the way home. They lived nearby and it was a refresher walking home so they never drove there. On the way out, the airbrushed past, causing a slight chill in the air. The masked man was not far, watching from the shadows as their new playdate walked home, keeping a slow pace behind them and still managing to stay out of sight. Today he would talk to them. 

The walk wasn't out of place for (y/n) as they took their time and enjoyed the fall leaves that crunched under their foot, watching them crumble under the shoes they wore and humming slightly. They had one headphone in to still be aware of the surrounding area but the music in the bud was loud enough to be heard by any passerby. It wasn't long before they made it to their front door. Unlocking it and stepping inside, they tried to close it behind them, only to find a foot in the door. Staring down at it, they swallowed hard before hesitantly glancing up at the intruder. It was the man in the black mask.

(Y/n) doubled back and almost fell as they let out a scream, not even have noticed that they had been followed all the way home. The masked man reached out a hand and caught their arm to prevent them from falling, making his way inside in the same motion. (Y/n) tried yanking their arm free but this person was much stronger than they looked under the large hoodie. They backed up, hands still attached until they hit a wall. The frown-stitched face tilted slightly in curiosity. "Hi.." He spoke behind it and his voice was admittedly nice even if quiet and strained. They must not have used it much. "I brought this... just for you (y/n). I wanted to give it to you in person this time." He said as he held out his other hand with a stuffed animal of (f/a). Looking down at it, they were distracted. This was the person leaving all of these gifts. "I've....got to go now. I'll return." He promised, something creepy lingering in his voice as he finally let the tight grip go from their arm, a slight bruising forming in its place before he stalked out of the house, leaving them standing in absolute terror.