Creepypasta Interactions/Reactions and x Reader

~St. Hallow's Eve Special~

Above is your costume. Sorry if you don't like it.

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(Y/n) looked up defiantly at the formally dressed, faceless, tall white man that stood before her with her arms crossed. The air was tense and the female's eyes never wavering from the creature's "face". He stared down at her with a malicious aura. One would call it the Stare Down of Death. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of the audience around the two malovent persons. After several moments, a single word was uttered from the the tall being and with the sound of that one word, shook the girl's being with malicious intent and untamable anger.

"What the fuck do you mean, "no"?!" The girl screamed. Her arms raised dramatically over her head of (h/c) curls and a look of pure anger and malice graced her (s/c) face. "It's fucking Hallow's Eve! I am going trick or treating, damn it!"

Slenderman, growing rather irritated by the incompetent girl's unnecessary yelling and anger, readjusted the outer jacket of his pitch black suit. He repeated himself, "No. You are not. I do not care if it were, say, the zombie apocalypse outside and we were low on supplies. You will not leave." The girl growled and felt like ripping her hair out.

"You could send one of, or all of, your damn proxies to watch me! They're wearing masks, they'd fit right fucking in!" (Y/n) shouted, pointing to the three masked boys standing to the side of the arguing duo. "All of my "damn proxies" have better things to do then babysit a 17 year old girl while she goes asking for candy!" Slenderman shouted back, towering over the female who was shaking in anger.

"Listen here, you faceless, white ass, stick in the mud," she began, pointing a black gloved finger in the "face" of the Slenderman, "get your head out of your ass and let me out for fucking Halloween. It's the one fucking night of the year that any-fucking-one of us could go out and not act suspicious! Fucking- let Helen or Jack to watch me! I don't fucking care!"

Slenderman growled, the flesh where his mouth would be tearing slightly, ready to lash out at the incompetent girl. His tendrils snaked out from his back, wriggling around both gracefully and sharply, ready to wrap around the fearless, headstrong teenager, and strangle the light out of her steely (e/c) eyes.

The Creepypastas standing as an audience stared at the feud with much interest. It wasn't all the time they had the privilege of witnessing a defiance against the Slenderman. Jeff was even eating popcorn, bringing each kernel to his lips slowly, his eyes roaming the figure of the mortal, if she caught him staring, (Y/n) surely, without a moment's hesitation, would have beaten the life out of him with her plastic cane. But she was busy arguing with the mythical entity to acknowledge the pervert properly for the moment.

Slenderman sighed, taking a step back. He knew an argument with (Y/n) would not end very cleanly, and the Slenderman did not want to soil his suit with the blood of an incompetent human tonight. He rubbed both temples with both hands, calming himself down as much as he could. It was humiliating, letting the girl win the argument. But he hoped maybe that a punishment would put her back in order.

"I will give you four hours," Slenderman said in a low, menacing voice. (Y/n) smiled brightly, tightening her grip on her plastic skull cane. "That gives you until one am to do all of your trick or treating and come home. More than enough time, in fact." The girl squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around Slenderman's legs, squeezing him tightly and giggling. This was an example of the mortal's Bipolar Disorder that she has been diagnosed with since she was 11 year old.

The mortal let go and fixed her head band, then went on to straighten her dress. She smiled and waved at the other pastas before carefully moving to the door and, in turn, to the squarish brick well at the far side of the clearing.

~*~

Pained moans came from the couch in the living room of the mansion. The moans were louder as the mortal moved, shifting into a upright sitting position. She rubbed her head with her hand, a pounding headache fogging her small, fragile, mortal mind.

"Morning sunshine~" The words falling from the lips of the virus felt like a drill screwing into (Y/n)'s brain. She uttered a small, but empty threat to the blonde boy before standing. It was a simple mistake on her part, she toppled onto her butt as soon as she straightened her legs. BEN laughed, causing the girl's headache to worsen.

"What did I fucking tell you, you fucking virus!" (Y/n) shouted, ready to pounce on him. She would've too, if her head wasn't killing her and eating her braincells. BEN chuckled, stroking the girl's tousled (h/c) curls in a soothing manner. "Sh, shh, (nickname), I'll get Jackie to get you some water~" The girl nodded slowly, curling into a ball to block out any and all lights from her vision.

She winced as BEN suddenly shouted for Eyeless Jack and for him to get her a glass of water. The glass touched her lips, and almost immediately, (Y/n) started chugging it down her parched throat. Jack helped to hold the glass, trying to slow her down so she wouldn't choke, but she, in all honesty, didn't care. After several minutes, the pain in the girl's head temporarily subsided.

"What..." She feared this question wouldn't be something anyone would like to hear, but she had to know, "What happened last night?" BEN gave her the largest grin, and Jack only stared at her through the holes of his dark blue mask. His throat emitted that "umm" sound, as if he were debating whether to tell her or not. Jack took too long and BEN busted out laughing, causing pain to shoot into (Y/n)'s head.

"You went to the NecroManor, waited in line for three hours, only to walk the attraction for fourteen minutes. You were sooo sleep deprived, that you started singing. Very creepily. Then, you went to a party, I guess..? I'm not sure, but you got totally wasted. Slendy sent out Masky and Hoodie to find you. They said you were spinning and skipping and doing all this crazy shit until you got home. You passed out on the doorstep, literally two steps away from the door. Masky carried you and dumped you on the couch. All night, we heard you say so many different crazy things, that I think I got nightmares."

The boy spoke fast, faster than you could believe. How he had known all of that? He was in her phone. Messing with her settings and taking selfies of himself. All of last night.

(Y/n) stared wide eyed at the virus. "I...I got drunk?" Was all she could ask. Jack chuckled and leaned close to her. "Yup, and all o those things you said-" he chuckled, rather darkly, "we recorded it. Every word." He smiled behind his mask, seeing the mortal look so shocked and so surprised was such a treat for him, and anyone in the mansion.

"My only question is," BEN began, "why did you go to the NecroManor? You literally live in a haunted house." (Y/n) shrugged. "How the hell should I know? I don't even remember any of what happened last night." BEN sighed. Jack chuckled at the duo's conversation. "You two are so weird," the eyeless man said before standing and leaving the living room. "I'll get one of the proxies to help you to your room to change, 'Kay, (Y/n)?" She nodded and yawned, wincing as dull pain entered her nerves.

She felt BEN's perverted look over as she stretched her arms over her head and gave the virus a side glare.

"Dont even fucking think about it, Benjamin."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

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ONE DAY LATE. BUT I HAVE GOOD REASONS.

I'm sick and I've had shit going on for the past two days. I also went to the NecroManor, it was....lame, for a professional haunted house. I only screamed once, an that was because I was so SHOCKED of the electric fence, that it made me jump.

(Eyyyyyyyyyyy~ 👉👉 I'll stop...)

Also, November 1st is my birthday, I am officially one year close to death! Yaaaay!!

Have a happy and safe November, everybody

~NinjaNerd~