Fem Creepypastas x Male Reader

The Intruder

Welcome to the NEW AND IMPROVED Fem Creepypastas x Male Reader!! I will be keeping the plot the same but adding on any missing details or adding anything that will generally improve the story. So please enjoy as I work through all of the chapters and make them all better for you!

First, I would like to say that this is my first story so it may not be the greatest one out there. Secondly, I would like to give a quick personality description of your character. You love guns and knives. You have a knife you got from your father before he died as a keepsake. You would probably have a mental breakdown without it. With that being said, without your knife, you tend to have really bad anxiety because the knife comforts you in a way. Anyways, please do enjoy the story and I am open to suggestions. (Not everything will be extremely accurate to real life)

Thoughts

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3rd Person Pov:

It was fairly dark out for being nine o'clock. You were relaxing and listening to (favorite song) while cleaning your Glock 17.

"There we go. All done." You said to yourself while putting the pistol down on the table. As you set it down, glass shattering sound came from the living room across your house. Taking action, you grabbed your tranquilizer gun and dashed into the room across the hall.

??? Pov:

"This is going to be too easy." I thought to myself, "All I need to do is waltz into his room and simply kill him." I was walking down the hallway to Y/N's room. The light was on in his room, so he was definitely there. I slowly cracked the door open and looked around. Yet nobody was in there. I opened the door all the way and thought, "Where the fuck is he!?"

Y/N Pov:

I stood there quietly in the dark as I got ready to face whomever was breaking into my house. I looked around the corner to see a girl in my room's doorway. She had long black hair and was wearing a white hoodie with black skinny jeans. And as I suspected she had a weapon with her, a knife.

Unluckily for her, she did exactly what I wanted her to do. Which was not checking her immediate surroundings. I took aim with my tranquilizer gun and fired a shot into the back of her neck. She let out a yelp before shortly collapsing in my room's doorway.

10 minutes later...

I tied the girl to a chair in the middle of a spare room I had. The rooms walls were all blank and had a wooden floor. A light lit the center of the room while the corners of the room were in the dark. After I was sure she was secure in the chair, I backed into the shadows and waited until she wakes up.

After about five minutes, she finally wakes up and looks around in confusion. "Who are you? And why are you here?" I questioned from the dark. "Why does this matter to you?" she said still looking around the room to find me. My face grew a smile and I told her, "Well if you must know,it depends if you make it out of here alive or not." I cocked my Glock 17 and I saw in her blue eyes widen as she turns her head in my direction. She said nervously, "I'm Jess the Killer. You are my next target, Y/N" I laughed and responded with, "It seems as if the tables have turned."

This made Jess panic as she tries to break free of her restraints. Holstering my gun, I appear from the shadows, revealing myself holding a golden knife my father gifted me when I was younger. I walked up behind her and help the knife against the front of her neck. I told her, "This can go two ways. One, I let you go, you leave, and never come back. Or two, I slit your throat and leave you to choke on your own blood while I watch." Jess gulped and said, "You could let me go then." I put my knife back into my pocket and untied her restraints. Once untied, Jess jumped up at me trying to tackle me to the ground. I dodged her attempt and stuck my foot out to trip here which worked. She hit the ground and it kicked her head knocking her out for a longer time this time around. I shook my head and proceeded to tie her up again. I lifted her back up onto the chair and waited once again.

I noticed something shift in the dark corner of the room where I once stood before. Without looking up, I took out my Glock 17, pointed it at the corner of the room, and I shouted, "Come out now or you'll get it worse than her!" On queue, a tall feminine figure with a full black suit and no face appeared from the shadows. She said calmly, "My name is Slenda-" "Why are you here?" I said interrupting her. "I was watching Jess and evaluating her skills to make sure she isn't losing her touch." "And I'm supposed to be the guinea pig for this test of yours?" "Yes, but after seeing you easily take Jess, once without her noticing you, and a second time you beat her in five seconds" "And?" I said, sounding slightly annoyed as to why another person is in my house. "I would like you to join me, along with Jess here and my other... acquaintances... at my mansion." Slenda asked.

I take a moment to think about what Slenda just asked of me. I then said, "Fine, I'll do it. But do anything funny and I'll blow your head off along with Jess'." "Alright then. We have a deal." Slenda said as she held out her hand. I grabbed it and gave a firm shake. A long tendril came out from her back and scooped Jess' unconscious body up and put her hand on my shoulder. In a blink of an eye we left my house and were now standing in front of a large mansion in the middle of nowhere.

That's the end of the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and I'm open to suggestions. I'll be trying to update and add more stories consistently every week or so. Sorry for any grammatical errors. Do widzenia!