Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Is this Bonding?

Masky

It was growing increasingly more challenging for (y/n) to get any sleep in the following week. Every night since they had caught the masked man in their room, they would wake up to him there. He found various places to hang out in, but he never seemed to speak. He would come in and take his place either on the dresser, the desk or on the bed like the first time they had been caught. Despite locking every entrance, he always found his way inside. He never took anything. This they were sure of. They constantly looked through things to make sure everything was in its proper place, however, they were losing sleep. He never appeared when they were awake; if they didn't know any better, they would assume it was a hallucination. One night though, (Y/n) was wide awake leaning against the headboard. They were staring out the window wondering if he'd come. They had a limitation to those they could trust and talk to and today was especially hard. They heard the hallway creak and turned to look at the doorway, seeing the masked man standing there but tensed. He must not have expected them to be awake this time. He looked as if he would take a step back, but they spoke up. "No- wait.." The man did and looked in the doorway, still tensed. "I... I need someone to talk to. I don't exactly have anyone else. Will you come in?"

The man paused and his shoulders relaxed a little. He looked around the room as if expecting an ambush before carefully making his way inside. This seemed new to him. Despite coming in every night, this was the first time he was invited into the room willingly. He stood there, awkward, and avoided eye contact.

"It's fine... You can sit where you'd like." The presence of another was calming (y/n) down a little bit. Without even realizing it, (y/n) had grown accustomed to the new person being around even if they still found it a little creepy. It didn't bother them as much now. The masked man slowly approached the bed, and he sat down at the end of it. His confidence seemed to waiver now that the meeting was on mutual terms. A long moment of silence passed between them and they moved to lean their head back against the headboard and let out a long sigh. "Today was a lot.." They said quietly. (Y/n) didn't expect him to say anything back. Why would he? A while had passed in their interactions and they just expected silence. They jumped hearing his voice for the first time. "What happened?" They stared at the masked man for a moment and blinked. "Oh um.." That was a first. His voice wasn't as deep as they might have originally thought. They couldn't exactly make a good guess on it either with never having seen his face before. "Just kind of came too fast. Happened all at once. Not sure how to handle it."

Another moment of silence passed between them. "You can keep talking.. if you need to."

The night was spent that way. Talking. (Y/n) did most of the talking but the masked man seemed very attentive to the conversation, nodding or shaking his head where it mattered. Towards the end of the night, birds were chirping. (Y/n) was starting to doze off. They weren't worried about the day that was on the brink of rising, being off work, and thanking the stars that they were as their eyes closed again for longer than five seconds. (Y/n) was in a lying position and the masked man had come to sit a little closer for the conversation. When he noticed their eyes close again for a minute, He e stood up, stirring (y/n) slightly. Their eyes opened and they watched as the man brought the covers up over them, tucking them in slightly. "What's your name.." They asked in a tired voice. The masked man walked from the bed to the doorway to leave again. "Masky." "Goodnight Masky..." "Good night (Y/n).."

Toby
The days that followed were weird. Orange kept appearing in the oddest ways but (y/n) knew what was happening. The color seemed to move through the trees when they went out for walks. Sometimes they would catch glimpses of it through the window when the day turned to night but nothing ever came other than small glimpses. They couldn't for sure say it was the stranger from the woods but what else could it be? Was he still following them? The thought made them nervous but if he had wanted to kill them, why hadn't he done so already?
As the next few days passed with the same routine and no spots of orange, they became a little confused. While glad they were no longer being followed around, they began to wonder what exactly had become of the man with tics.

That question was soon answered that night as they settled down to watch TV. While flipping through the channels on the local station, a breaking news alert caught their attention and they stopped to check out what was going on. Despite never being open for the news, something about the urgency in the script they read, caused a moment of goosebumps so the channel began playing a top story for their town. Police were investigating a string of crimes that had happened in the town over the last few days. Pictures of a convenience store with police tape around the broken doors appeared on the screen and they ate from the bag of chips on the table as the story was read. "Police are asking you to be weary as the break-ins are becoming more frequent. Starting last week, a string of burglaries have been happening around [town name]. There is a curfew in place for the counties affected, especially in residential neighborhoods. Businesses are urged to close early and report any incidents directly to the emergency line. The most recent break-in at this drugstore claimed to have seen the culprit. The cameras on sight were not operational, but the owner staying after hours helped provide this sketch of the person responsible." A picture appeared on the screen and chills ran over their body. The sketch was of a masked man with messy hair, and tired-looking eyes. The mask was unmistakable, the slots in the front looking like a barred smile, and what looked like glasses on top of his head. It looked similar to the hatchet man. "Police are advising everyone to be on the lookout. The owner of the shop fired at the assailant before they fled the scene and they are likely injured. It is currently unknown if he was working alone or if there were others involved. If you have any information regarding the sketch or possible break-ins in your area, please call the number below on the screen. We will update you on this story as we get more information." The scene changed to a different story. The footsteps behind them caused a quick turn around, but it wasn't too much of a surprise to find the other man there, looking sickly pale. "How did you get in here?" They said, standing up quickly and dropping the bag of chips by accident. "I...Your window was o-open." His ticks caused a stutter midspeech like last time, but he wasn't holding his weapons. They were holstered at his sides, and he was holding at his hip.

"I just need...Medicine." He seemed to be in pain just asking this of a stranger as if he didn't normally ask for help but had to bite the bullet as if there was no other choice. "I didn't have anywhere else to go. I'm too far from home-" "Alright alright...spare me the pity party." They said, trying to calm the nerves inside. "Go put those down...get them away from me. They're making me nervous." They said pointing at the hatchets. The man furrowed his brows at the request. His jaw tightened under the mask as if he was going to refuse, his shoulder spazzing slightly. After moments of staring at each other, he carefully unclipped the belt one-handed and let them drop. He kicked it to the side. "Medicine." He said again.
"Alright.." They said, before going to get something to help with his ailments, whatever they would be.