CP Boyfriend Scenarios: Memory Loss

When He Hangs With You Again ; Part 1

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Jeff ;
Humming to yourself as you walked through the food aisle at the nearest super market, you couldn't help but look at all the chips. The chips, they brought a certain feeling back. (Let's just say Jeff's favourite chip's were Doritos...cause they're red.) You slowly came to a halt in front of a rack full of spicy nacho Doritos, staring at the bags. They seemed awfully familiar to you.

You shrugged and took a bag of them, dropping them into your cart. You proceeded to pay for the items in your metal cart, and strolled past the knife section. All these weird ass feelings of nostalgia. (you miss your baby daddy how tragic) You pushed them away for the time being, deciding it was probably because of the horror movies you watched last night while your child was asleep.

;—;—;

You pulled up into your home's driveway, slowly and steadily. You weren't one of those people to just jerk their car to the side or to suddenly pull up and almost hit the cement. Pulling the keys out of the hole, you stood up and out of the vehicle slowly. The day was clear, no clouds and a nice breeze.

Closing the door behind you, you unlocked your trunk to get all the bags out. Eyeing the bag of Doritos once again, you ignored the strange feeling again and just scooped the handbags with two hands. Your friend's car was sill parked here, which meant that they were still babysitting your kid. What? You'd never leave them alone.

You were about to reach for the bag of Doritos, but an extremely pale hand reached out before you and grabbed it. You froze. Who the fuck just took your groceries? You whipped around, fist clenched and ready to pulverise. If only you had known that the notorious killer, Jeff the killer (aka baby daddy), was the one that took them. You stared in shock.

"Calm down. I'm just helping you, (Y/N)." He rolled his eyes, his gruff voice brining back foggy memories, as if they were high on weed and you couldn't see shit of what used to be. You gulped. What should you do? Call the police? You remember the last time you saw him, but it was a rather bumpy experience. He seemed very gloomy, and his carved smile not hiding his serious expression.

He closed the trunk and walked towards your door, looking back at you. "Well?" He said lowly. Too frightened to object, you quickly went up to the door, fumbling for your keys. Although he was a killer, and your baby girl was in there, you couldn't help but feel some sort of security around him. It was stupid, you knew that, but you were sure it was there.

And the small smile he gave you, made you feel more weary, but so much more cozy and reassured. "Do you mind if I hang here for a bit?" He asked, ignoring the sleeping adult on the couch. Your friend. "N-not at all.." You lied a bit. Failing to notice the ring that he was playing with in between his thumb and index finger.

Slenderman
You were on a picnic with your child, smiling widely as you watched the little ball of sunshine and happiness pick up grapes, examine them and play around with them. Leaning back on your two arms, you looked behind your child and into the woods, taking a deep breath and sighing.

Your home was only a few yards away, since this was a neighbourhood park and it was right next to your home, conveniently. The woods felt strange to you, they felt...familiar. You haven't been living in this neighbourhood for too long, so you didn't understand it. You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as you thought you were being watched from afar. Scanning the area, turning your head in different directions, you searched for signs of life. Nothing. That is, until you heard giggles coming from behind you.