Creepypasta One-Shots

Model - Bloody Painter x Reader

The first time he saw you, was in his art class at the college. You were one of the suppose models the students would be drawing to practice sketching the human body. You were shy and nervous shaking and fidgeting a little as you held your stance while stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. It was your luck that the teacher felt it would be uncomfortable for you to be nude in front of his class especially since most of them were males. You were only there for the day as the original model had cancelled because of a friend's wedding he had to attend.

He tilted his head as he stared at you with his tired eyes, amazed by your body. By every nook and cranny, as your [Skin Color] skin looked smooth and shined lightly under the florescent lights of the art room. The second time he saw you was when you both had run into each other one day in a café. The silence between the both of you after a short apologizes was awkward but soon broken as you started to chat with him. Day by day, he fell for you. He enjoyed how cheerful you got when you talked about your day.

But, then came the day he chose to confess. As he prepped himself to tell you, he almost felt his heart shattered when you had entered the small café, which you two had been meeting in, with a strange young man that seemed slightly older then you by a year. He forced a smile as he listened to you introduce your fiancé to him. Through the day he felt anger and heartbreak. He was frustrated that you were already taken and soon to be married to someone that wasn't him.

After you and your fiancé had parted ways with him he stared at his unopened sketch book and clenched his hands that rested neatly on his lap. He breathed heavily while his left eye twitch, thoughts of how you belonged to him flashed through his mind. He stood up and gathered his things, leaving his half drunken coffee, which had long since gone cold, on the table while exiting the café. In his frustration he stomped down the sidewalk, hatred oozing off of him as people parted or crossed to the other side of the street to avoid him. Once he made it back to Slender's mansion, he stomped to his room.

He ignored the others shouts and calls asking what the hell was a matter with him as he went to his room. He closed and locked the door as he threw his things down and sat on his bed while holding his sketchbook close to his chest. He flipped it opened and stared at the drawings of you he had made each different from one another, some innocent and cute while others were oozing with the vibe of lust. He ran his fingers through his black hair while smiling; you made such a perfect model. His eyes lit up as a thought came to mind.

He flickered his eyes over to a white mask that lay innocently on his desk. A wide smirk spread across his lips as he stared at the object.

-Weeks Later-

You shifted around as you straightened your purse while straining your eyes to peer through the darkness and trying to shove your house key into the keyhole. You were just getting back from work, having not seen Helen at all these past few weeks while feeling like you were being stalked. Your fiancé brushed your paranoia aside with a few comments that stress can make the brain think crazy thoughts. Once you got your door unlocked, you peered back behind you towards the empty street. After a minute you quickly shuffled into yours and your fiancé's shared home, not wanting to know what could be lurking out in the dark.

As soon as you entered, you were hit with a strong metallic smell. You pinched your nose and scrunched up your face while heading into the living room and turning on the lights. Regret filled you instantly as you screamed in horror at the sight before you. Blood splattered everywhere as your fiancé dangled upside down from the ceiling fan. From his neck down to his stomach he was cut opened and gutted like a deer while his intestines were wrapped around him like tinsel on a tree.

Other organs were dangling from the ceiling while there were more cuts littering his body with blood still leaking out. His eyes were rolled back into his head while blood dribbled down his face from his mouth where his tongue was missing. You covered your mouth and slid to the floor, eyes wide as your body shook. It took a while before you heard the soft footsteps that were approaching quickly and just as you turned around you felt something hard smack against the side of your head. Black spots begin to fill your vision as the last thing your saw was a white mask, with black hallow eyes and a bloody smile peering down at you.

-Time Skip-

When you came to, you found that your wrists were restrained with rope while your body hanged from the ceiling. You lacked clothing while in front of you was a black haired, mask wearing male who stared down at a sketch book while drawing. Occasionally he would look up for a second before looking back down. You started to squirm, your body swaying as the man's pencil stopped its movements and he sat up straight. It was at that moment that you noticed the dry blood that stained his outfit and the few speaks of blood that were splattered across his white mask.

Fear coursed through your veins the minute you saw him stand up and start to make his way towards you. As soon as he was near you, he brought his hand up and gently started to caress your cheek. "Shh, it's alright" he cooed as if in an attempt to calm you. You stopped for a minute as you recognized the owner of the voice, your eyes widen as you looked straight into the black holes of the mask with wide fear filled eyes.

"H-Helen" you stuttered the name out in a bare whisper, not wanting your suspicion to be confirmed. Sadly you were proven right when the raven haired male removed his mask to reveal your friend who smiled at you lovingly with crazed obsessed eyes. You shivered as he continued to caress your cheek while his eyes scanned your body from top to bottom. You swallowed thickly while your eyes started to water as you remembered what happened to your fiancé, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "Why?" you asked.

"Because I love you" Helen hummed out as he tilted his head.

"Please don't hurt me" you whispered as you stared at him with glossy eyes. You watched as he frowned before he smirked widely as he roughly grabbed your face and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you're my model. But, heh, I can't promise I won't do anything drastic if you try to run" he said in such a calming voice that it made you shiver. "Who's to say that someone else you love and know might turn up just the same way your fiancé looked when you came home" he hummed as he continued to stare straight into your eyes. They widened as you begin to whimper and shake your head the best you could since he was holding it in place. "Understand this, you're mine. My precious model that I can put in any position I want whenever I need to sketch" he cooed.

His tongue poked out of his mouth and ran over his lips as he stared at you with lust. "You have to do what I say and you can't leave. I won't let anyone else lay an eye on you. I won't let anyone else take you from me" he stressed out each and every word before roughly pressing his lips against yours in a rough manner. As soon as he pulled back, he stepped away and gave you a crooked smile. "Now, be a good model and stay still or else I'll have to punish you" he purred as he turned and headed back to his seat where he sat his sketch pad.

You shivered from his tone. You couldn't help but start to cry as you begin to thrash about. You heard another sigh before a low chuckle. "So disobedient, but don't worry I know how to fix that."