Creepypasta X Reader Oneshots

Trenderman x Reader

(( I ran out of ideas..... and I wrote this while listening to Bombshell Blonde by Owl City, so....yeah. I'm weird.

Key:
(Y/n) - Your Name
(f/c) - Favourite Colour
(h/c) - Hair Colour
(e/c) - Eye Colour))

You were walking about in the local park, your (h/c) hair out of your face as you smiled in the warm sunlight, enjoying yourself. It was summer, and you simply wanted to get out for a breath of fresh air. You hummed a gentle time to yourself as you made your way along the path that weaved through trees and playsets for children, waving at the occasional jogger or child as they passed. Your (f/c) sundress flowed elegantly as you twirled a bit to look over your shoulder, thinking you heard an odd noise but seeing nothing. Shrugging, you continued on.

*??? P.O.V.*

She was so beautiful. Gorgeous. I was infatuated. Astonished by her glossy (h/c) hair, her dress, her flats. She had Summer Fashion down perfectly. I just HAD to pull out my camera to get a picture of her. I know it was odd, but I couldn't help myself. Her ensamble was too perfect to NOT be captured forever. Who was this girl? I had no clue. But I had to find out. If she had this good of a taste for fashion all the time, I had to get to know her. I would die otherwise.

*Narrator's P.O.V.*

Later that day, when you had returned home and were in your room, you simply slipped into your (f/c) nightgown and slipped into bed, sliding on your reading glasses and playing some of your favorite music as you read. Life was good. You lived alone, and attended college at (select university), and you were doing rather well in your classes. You thanked whatever God there may be for your blessings everyday. See, you were a rather happy person. Really. You were almost ALWAYS in a good mood. Practically nothing could get you down. Smiling at the thought, you enjoyed the rest of your night before going to sleep.

*??? P.O.V.*

I was on a mission tonight. I had to find out who this girl was. At least a little. She had gone home a few hours ago, and I had followed her to see where she lived. I wasn't proud of my stalker-like behaviour; it was usually my brothers who did that. But it was as though I was hypnotized, under this girl's spell. I saw danger when I looked into her lovely (e/c) eyes. She was a vixen, for sure. Maybe I could approach her and try and make her acquaintance. Yes. Yes, I would try that tomorrow.

*Narrator's P.O.V.*

The next day, you left your classes with an extra-large smile on your face. You had passed the very test that you had been stressing over for weeks! Go, you! To give yourself a reward, you immediately went to the park the first chance you got, almost skipping with glee. You were so busy smiling like an idiot that you didn't notice a man step out in front of you on the trail you were going along, and you barely had enough time to stop yourself from running into him. Thankfully, though, you managed to stop yourself, giving him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry. I almost knocked you down. I didn't look where I was going." You said to him kindly, looking up to see he had no face. However, your reaction was not that of the typical person. Most other people would scream in fear or run in terror. Not you. You were....intrigued. Like a curious child. This man was interesting. And his clothing taste was absolutely FABULOUS. Like, seriously. Was he a designer???

The faceless man looked down at you a little due to his tall height, and if he had lips, he would be smiling at you with warmth. "It's no problem at all, honey. No harm done. I'm Trenderman, if I may introduce myself." His voice was kind and sweet, sounding as though he was a long lost friend of yours because he spoke so fondly. You grinned wider. "My name is (Y/n). Pleasure to meet you." You told him, extending your hand.

(Y/n), huh? He would certainly have to get to know you more now that he knew your name.

(( I know, scrappy ending! Don't hate me! I'm sorry! That's it for now, Bombshell Beauties. Hope you enjoyed.))