⊗Creepypasta Dad Scenarios⊗

2. Bedtime

For Beatrice -

My love for you shall live forever.

You, however, did not. - A Series of Unfortunate Events

Edited - 09-24-2019 - 02/04/2020

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Slenderman {Edited}:

Another late night in his preferred 'space'. On the internet, it's speculated that the infamous Slenderman has his own office. As true as that may be, he doesn't dwell on the internet that much.

Instead, he spends most of his time here. His desk and fancy chair face away from the window. His tall and many bookshelves are on each side of the room. Slenderman would come into this office frequently. Sometimes to read. Sometimes to speak with his other unholy friends in private. But most of the time, he would stay here to think.

You would always wander around the mansion, admiring its structure and space. Of course, your favourite room was your father's office. You remember the day you found his office and couldn't help but fancy how eerily prepossessing it looked.

The same thing happened tonight. You entered his office and notice Slenderman standing on the left side of the window, observing the trees with both hands behind his back. He turned his head in your direction.

"Y/n," His deep voice flowed like the steady wind but sounded powerful at the same time. "Why aren't you in bed?" You were in your PJs and stood where you were, fidgeting with your fingers. You loved your father, but he had that deminer that made you to never cross him."I couldn't sleep." Your voice was more soft-spoken, like a kitten trying to speak.

"Come here, dear." His arms were now open in front of him. You walked over to him and he lifted you in his arms. Your head rested on his left shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly. Not long after, you fell asleep in his arms.

Jeff The Killer {Edited}:

It was yet another rainy night. However, it wasn't as intense as before. You had a nightmare. You poor thing. You didn't remember what the nightmare was about, but you remembered bits and pieces. In your dream, you heard two people having a heated argument.

Although, it was muffled so you couldn't quite understand what they were saying. The dream ended with your toys laughing at you. Now, panting and nearly in tears, you glare at the stuffed animals, feeling betrayed. 'Daddy.' You thought. Thankfully, the mansion wasn't dark enough to the point where you couldn't see. So finding Jeff's room was easy enough. Carefully, you opened his bedroom door.

There he was. Sound asleep in his bed. He was laying on his front and his right arm under the pillow. You felt nervous about having to wake up your father. "D-daddy?" You called quietly. Jeff grumbled and peeked under his sleeping mask. "Hm? Baby girl, what are you doing up?"

You hated to bother him like this, but you refuse to sleep by yourself. You begin to stammer your words. "I-I h-had a bad dream." Jeff sighed softly and pulled the sheets beside him back. "Hop in." You did just that, curling up next to him as he pulled the sheets over you. "What was your dream?" He asked.

You paused for a moment. "I heard two people yelling. It was outside of my room. It was scary." This took Jeff aback. He mentally cursed and brought his sleeping mask over his eyes. "It was only a dream, okay? They're not real." With that noted, you easily fell asleep, knowing that you were not alone.

Ben Drowned {Edited}:

What can I say about Ben? The man loves video games and rarely ever loses a match. Mostly because he finds ways to manipulate them. You didn't know that. You were in the living room. One of the biggest spaces in the mansion.