Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When you first meet

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Jeff the Killer

You were sitting in your living room, watching a horror movie when you heard a scream. 'Tsch..' You thought 'Same old cliché murder scene'. Glaring as fake blood splattered the screen you sighed and turned the volume down, getting up and going into the kitchen. Looking towards the clock you realised it was coming up to midnight and you hadn't had any food that day. While you opened the fridge to get out the ingredients needed to make (f/s) (favourite sandwich) you heard a loud scream. 'Fucks sake.. I thought I turned that movie down.' Thinking once again, while taking a bite from your sandwich and walking into the living room. "What the fuck?"

The lights had turned off and everything was pitch black. You growled and finished off the sandwich, placing the plate in the sink and grabbing your phone. You had a text from some unknown person. Slowly opening it up you found a picture of you eating the sandwich in your living room which looked like it came from the window. Then another one suddenly popped up and it showed you looking at the texts. Though this one confused you... It looked as though it was taken from the kitchen! You dashed into the dark kitchen, smashing on the lights and grabbing your largest knife. "Hey fucker! Come out from wherever the hell you're hiding and I just might let you off easy without killing you!" You shouted angrily.

"Ooh~ What is it we have here, now?" A dark voice spoke out from the corridor, a sharp and shiny object reflecting the light from the kitchen. You growled again, quickly lunging at the mysterious figure and slicing at it. "Oh~ Well played babe~" He whispered into your ear, grabbing your arms and slamming you against the wall, holding them together above your head before leaning towards you. He gently stroked your cheek. "My, My~ You are a pretty one~ Okay, I dont usually say this but I guess I shall let you live~ See you later my dear~" You scowled, the man now clearly being visible. He was about your age, with long jet-black locks, what would have been a crystal white hoodie if not for the blood and mud staining it, he had pale white skin and burnt eyelids with blue eyes. The most noticeable feature of him wasn't his words which seemed to be laced with poison, it wasn't the glistening knife that was currently lowered by his side. Oh no, it was the disgusting, deep cut that he had on his face. A smile was carved into his skin, the smell of infected, dry blood wafted into your nostrils as you reflectively grimaced at his appearance. He chuckled darkly before rushing off out of your house, leaving you shocked and silent, pondering about the 'smiling man' who had just visited you.

Ben Drowned

A smirk appeared on your face as your messy and greasy (h/l) (h/c) shook about. You had just managed to beat all the online players at a Free For All on Black Ops III and were currently doing a small victory dance. You smelt around the room "Agh, what the hell is that smell?!" You walked around the room, carefully stepping over the now mouldy pizza boxes before stopping. While scowling you turned around and sighed, grabbing a black bin bag. You began picking up the old boxes and cans of beer before opening the door and walking through the cold air, in a vest and pyjama bottoms, towards the outside bin. Once everything was cleaned up in the room you grimaced. "The horrid smell is still here?" You questioned yourself. And then you realised how long it had been since you last had a shower. "God damn it Y/N.." You whispered, grabbing a few towels and starting up the shower.

Sliding off all your clothes you hopped in the now luke-warm shower and began washing your hair. You rinsed off the shampoo and conditioner, quickly scrubbing your body with body-wash before hearing a little crash downstairs. "The fuck was that?" You quizzed yourself, turning the knob to the shower before stepping out. Grabbing a towel you wrapped it around your torso then ruffled your hair, drying it. Silently, you went downstairs and flipped the light switch, opening your mouth in shock. Downstairs, there was a boy, roughly your age, with blonde hair, a grass-green link-like cosplay, what would usually be the white sclera (white bit of the eyes) was now pitch black and there was no iris, only a blood-red pupil. Blood poured from his eye-sockets, his devilish smirk was filled with dagger sharp teeth and you gawped at him. "W-W... L-Link?!" You nearly screamed, almost dropping the towel you were now gripping harshly.