honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)

Hoodie x child reader

You were bored, and your parents were in a bad mood, so they sent you outside to play, as they usually did. You were the only kid on the block, so going to a close friends house was out of the question, but you remembered some of the teenagers talking about this playground in the woods that wasn't far from your house, so you went to explore. To your surprise when you found the playground you were able to see your house through the thick trunks of the towering green trees.

There was a small merry-go-round, a swing set, and a rust covered slide that stood off from the other pieces of equipment. Excitedly, you pushed through the last defense of bushes and thorns that encircled the clearing, but stopped when you saw a man sitting at one of the swings. From the short distance you could see patches of dark stains on his dirty yellow hoodie, his shaggy black hair hid his face, but you could clearly see the gun held within his pale hands, he was sitting on the swing, looking down at the weapon that he held, almost as if he was contemplating how to use it. Something seemed sad about him, almost as if he was depressed. That is until he looked up.

When the stranger looked up at you a pair of cold, unfeeling green eyes met your own, you were heavily hidden in the underbrush of the forest, but he seemed to see you instantly. Adrenaline replaced your blood as you took off like a rabbit from a fox, your own, small heartbeat almost drowning out the heavy footfalls of your pursuer. There was no hope for you, the man was about twenty years old, and you were only six, so it was only a short time before he tackled you to leaf strewn ground.

"Let me go!" You screeched, praying that your mother or father would hear your cries and come out to investigate, but before you could let out another distress call the strangers cold hand clamped onto your mouth, muffling any more attempts of calling for help. you were a goner.

"Hush child, it's best that you are asleep for what is about to happen." The dark haired man shushed, black tendrils dancing on the edge of your vision as static blurred your sight. before you knew it you'd blacked out.

You awoke to a pounding throb in your head and the feeling of ropes bounding your hands and feet, something akin to a dirty sock was shoved in your mouth, and a slick, snake-like tendril held you tightly, its inky skin feeling like tar against your (s/c) skin. Turning your head to the best of your abilities, you saw that the slimy tentacle was holding you far from the ground and seemed to sprout from the hooded guys back, this time his hood was up though, hiding his face. You were young, but your older sibling used to be a creepy pasta fan with a liking for the character called 'hoodie' so you knew who he was, and exactly where he was taking you. Painfully, you strained your (e/c) eyes to see two more figures walking ahead of hoodie, one was a bit shorter than your captor and wore an orange jacket and a mask that let his brown hair fall free as it only hid his face. the second one scared you, he was the same height as hoodie, but he jerked and twitched every now and again, mumbling to himself and giggling as he swung a pair of hatchets haphazardly around him, you could tell from the slashes in his striped sleeve that he had cut himself and the blood flowed freely, as if he didn't feel it. Tears formed in your eyes as they stopped on the edge of a medium sized clearing, but it was what stood in the middle that frightened you most of all.

Looming over you like a nightmare, standing so tall that he had to bow slightly to avoid the canopy of the trees, was a slender figure in a black suit with a red tie, his face was blank, and his limbs were long. He was the slender man. You were going to get eaten.

Without a word, hoodie handed you to the twitching boy, giving you a pat on the head as the hatchet murderer stumbled forward to the man in the clearing. "Go away...feed him..." The boy wasn't older than nineteen and was already acting like a monster, his face twitched behind a bite guard and you could barely see past his tinted orange goggles, but you didn't get much more time for he was already handing you to the monster. Looking over to hoodie you saw him wave, his red eyes and stitched red frown seeming to say good-bye as slender man dropped you into his mouth.

Good-bye (y/n) have fun in eternal sleep.