CreepyPasta BoyFriend Scenarios (Sexy, Cute, Romantic, PG-14)

~Meeting Them~

A/N: Im republishing this. The Offenderman and Glitchy Red is added here, as well as BEN Drowned and Liu/Sully.

~Slenderman~

You're out with your friends in the woods, and you've just come back from a session of playing the Slenderman game, the forest looking eerily like the one in the game.

They know of your Autophobia (fear of being alone), but still abandon you, meaning no harm, but you almost have an anxiety attack seeing they were gone.

You run around frantically in the dark night, leaves crunching under your feet, the only illumination is caused by the silver moonlight peeking through the bare tree branches.

Then you stop and lean against a tree for support, breathing heavily, but your breath and heart stop as you hear a crunch behind you.

Terrified, you turn around to a horrific sight.

Your favorite character from your favorite game.

Here. In the flesh.

Slenderman.

One of his long tendrils reach around your waist and bring you up to his featureless 'face', another touches your face, and you're tears are brimming along the bottom lashes of your (eye color) eyes.

You whimper softly as the tears stream down your face.

He wipes away those tears with his tendril, and softly whispers to you:

"Don't worry (Y/N), I won't hurt you, you're just very beautiful, please meet me here again." He sets you down gently, and disappears, leaving you shocked.

~Jeff The Killer~

You're walking down the street, it's dark out, and there is no moon tonight. Only clouds.

Your earbuds are in, and you're listening to your favorite rocker chick band SuperChick's song, Anthem.

The volume is up very loudly, and you have your hands in your white hoodie, you mouth the lyrics along with the singers:

~Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars,

Here's to the girls who's fingers bleed from playing guitar

Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard,

You'll never let them say, you'll never get that far.~

You arrive home, exhausted from your day as a camp counselor.

As usual, your mother isn't home, and probably wont be home for even a month because of the drunk she is.

You cannot wait to turn 18 in a few months and get out of this hell hole.

After taking a hot shower, you change into your comfy pajama sweater with only underwear on underneath.

The sweater is your boyfriends, and it is 4 sizes too big, but it's soft.

You drift to sleep, forgetting about your open window, and settle down into dream land.

You hear your window getting opened because of the screech, which you were thinking of putting oil on.

Groggily opening your eyes, you feel a cold, metal blade against your throat, you being a kitchen expert, know what blade it is.

"Go to sl-." A raspy voice begins.

"Is that a Jim Bowie knife??" You sit up instantly and look at the amazed person in front of you.

The person now looks shocked, his ever-smiling mouth hanging open, his eyes becoming wider than they should be even without eye lids.

His voice is raspy, as he pulls the blade away from your throat, he says