Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

when you meet

Jeff The Killer

You walked alone, as always. Rain fell, soaking you hair. You took a deep breath, your lungs filling with cold air. It was almost night time. You stuck your hand out, to feel the cold rain hit it. You loved the rain. Hearing it hit the ground, relaxed you.

You pushed your hands into your hoodie pockets. As you continue down the road, you heard distant footsteps behind you. You turned your head to see a boy, farther down the road . He wore a white hoodie, but you couldn't really see his face clearly. He was to far, and his hoodie shadowed his features. Thunder erupted, making you snap your head to the front continuing your walk home.

The boy who was behind you was walking at an alarming pace, like he was trying to catch up to you, without being to suspicious. You ignored him. He probably just wanted to get home, you though. His footsteps started getting louder and louder till they stopped.

Something cold was pressed against the front of your neck. You turned around slowly to see the boy, he held a knife against your throat. You turned your head to examine the boy. His midnight hair stuck to his unnatural pale skin, due to the rain. The weirdest thing was his mouth. It was carved into a forever lasting smile. His smile grew even wider as you locked eyes with him. "You have beautiful e/c eyes." He said, pressing the blade a little harder into your throat, making a small cut.

You just sigh, before lifting your foot off the ground and kicking him were the sun don't shine. In seconds, he was off of you, and on the ground. "You're a fucking wimp. You could've just killed me, but you waited, trying to scare me. Well, spoil alert, I'm not gonna fucking cry like a baby. I don't get scared easily." You muttered, staring down at him. He stood up, looking down at you, smirking. "I like you... I guess I can let you live." He said, turning around and starting to walk off.

BEN Drowned

You weren't really a gamer, In fact you were far from it. You were more of a fashion type of girl. You know, the girls who spend most of there time trying on clothes. Yeah. Well, that all changed since you found it.

"M-Mom!" You shouted. "Yes?" She stood up, looking over at you. You stood in the corner of the attic, holding a cartridge. "What's this?" She walked over to you, giggling. "Can't you read the label?" She asked, snatching it from your grasp, looking down at it with a small smile. Her expression dropped as she stared at it. "Mom, are you okay..?" You asked, slightly worried. She nodded, handing you the game. "Sweetie, do not play this game, understand?" She warned, her tone changed to a serious one. You nodded. She sigh. "Good. It doesn't really matter, since we don't have the console for it." She sigh, happily. She walked back to where she was standing previously, doing whatever.

"Can I keep it though?" She hummed as a response, before adding "As long as you don't play it, that's fine." You brought the cartridge closer to get a better look at it. It looked to be old. There was tape at the front of it, with writing on it. It read: Legend Of Zelda: Majora's Mask. "Mom, why do you have this?" You asked her. "Well it... belonged to your father. He bought it from someone else at the age of twenty two, a year after you were born... after he got it he... passed away." You let out a small "oh" keeping to yourself. You held the cartridge to your chest, before taking a deep breath.

You know the saying curiosity killed the cat? That's basically what happened to you. The next day, you were laying on your bed. It was quite late so, you did what every teenager does at one point. You snook out. Since your window wasn't that high off the ground, you stepped threw it, to find yourself outside.

You walked all the way to the game store, which wasn't that far. Once you got there, you went to the front desk. A boy stood there, he smiled at you. "Hey. How can I help you?" He asked. You grabbed the cartridge out of your purse, and placed it on the desk. "Do you have a console that plays this game?" He nodded. "Yeah. They don't make them anymore. But we have one or two. I'll go get one." He said, going in the back room.