Creepypasta x Reader One Shots

Hoodie x Depressed!Reader

   Warning: If you are sensitive to the topic of suicide, please do not read this.
   If you are reading this, this is very sad. You have been warned.
                    *~°Three years ago°~*
                               *≈Your POV≈*
   Oh, hi. My name is Y/n L/n. I'm the newest proxy. Slender chose me to be his number one assistant. When I first met everybody, one man stood out from the rest. His name was Hoodie. He always wore a yellow hoodie, which I thought was adorable. Anyways, his eyes were red and his mouth as well. He never really talked much, but when he did, every sentence sounded very specific. In other words, he never spoke without a reason. The one thing I liked about him most, was his love of cheesecake. It reminded me of myself. So, I tried talking to him. Surprisingly, he talked right back. Soon after that, we became best friends.
                                 *~°Present°~*
   "Hey Hoodie!" You say gleefully.
   "Hey Y/n." He said in his deep, dark, mysterious voice.
   You guys were currently at your house watching Cake Wars. All of a sudden, you feel a sudden wave of sadness sweep through you, seeping into your veins. Your  eyes darken and seem sad and lost.
   "Hey, Hoodie? I'll be right back." You say as you walk to the kitchen, not waiting for a response from him.
   As soon as you made it into the kitchen, you instantly went to the silver ware drawer. You grabbed the knife and slowly walked  toward the bathroom.
   You slowly opened the door, then quietly closed it behind you.
   You walked to the toilet and sat down, putting the knife next to you on the floor. You cupped you cheeks with your hands, and covered your eyes with the remaining bit of your hand. You sat there, crying, screaming to your self silently...ever so quietly.
   You regained your sanity and grabbed the knife you had laid down on the ground next to you.
   Your shaky hand went to you wrist. You slowly put the knife to your skin level. Once it was there, you slowly grazed the knife against your s/c skin. Soon, blood began to trickle down the cut.
  You squeaked in pain, but quickly stopped the noise. You moved the knife two centimeters up from the previous cut. You repeated the process, slowly grazing your skin. You held in a yelp of pain.
   You moved the knife another two centimeters up from the previous two cuts. You again, grazed your skin, this time going deeper. It didn't hurt anymore. You have become numb to the pain, now it feels good.
  You added two more cuts. There was enough blood to write the message on the mirror. You have planned to get enough of your blood for this.
 
You gently wrote to the mirror,
             'Dear Hoodie,
      I'm so sorry I have done this.
                            I can't take it anymore.
                     Just please know,
          This is not your fault.
                                    I love you Hoodie.
                          I will truly miss you.
           Don't be sad over me.
                             Don't mourn my death.
                         Just please,
                   Please forgive me...'

   As you wrote, tears began falling again. Once you finished writing, you grabbed the knife and aimed it at your stomach.
   You looked up and closed your eyes, tears silently falling. You were smiling. You were happy you got to spend awhile with your best friend and tell him you love him before you ended it all.
   "I'm sorry," you whispered.
   Within a split second, you thrusted the knife into your stomach. Your eyes widen and you instantly began coughing up blood. You removed the knife from your body and threw it to the side and laid there. You knew you weren't going to make it. That's what you hoped for.
   As soon as Hoodie heard you coughing, he ran as fast as he could into the bathroom and looked down.
   His eyes widen as he sees his memories with her flash before his eyes. The good times and bad, the fun and the boring. He would always remember them.
   He gasps as he realized what you have done. Tears slid down his face.
   He knew you had depression. What he didn't know, however, was that you were suicidal and willing to take your own life. Nobody in Slender's mansion thought you would. They didn't think it was that bad. They never even bothered to ask you how bad it was. They all just assumed you would tell them. You didn't.
   Hoodie began shaking your shoulders viscously, trying to get a response from you.
   You slowly opened your eyes, just wide enough for you to see him.
   You smiled up at him as he grabbed your hands in his.
   You felt your body relax and go numb. You took your last breath while smiling.
                             *≈3rd POV≈*
Hoodie felt your body go limp. He knew you were gone. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, while tears continued to stream.
   He sat next to your body, crying, for ten minutes.
    After ten minutes in solitude with you, he walked out of the bathroom, carrying your corpse.
   Once Slenderman saw your body, he knew what had happened. Everyone saw the body and was sad. Especially Hoodie. He loved you, and now you were gone.
                       *~°Two days later°~*
                            *≈Hoodie POV≈*
   "Its time for her funeral..." Hoodie thought to himself.
   Everyone remained seated as people who were close to her said things they loved about her.
   "On my birthday," Masky started, "she bought me a super expensive cheesecake...she was so kind, funny, and..." Masky's voice started quavering, "the only one girl I ever thought of as my friend..." He began sobbing. Slenderman walked up to him and hugged him.
   It was my turn...
   "Y/n...she was always there for me. In my dark times, and my happy times. She was the first person that ever comforted me when I was about to break. I wish I could thank her properly, but I know I can't do that. Actually, I believe she was the first person I've ever fallen in love with..." He said sadly and walked off stage.
   Everyone was done talking. That meant the music would start any minute. They asked me when to start it.
   "Now."

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh uh oh

   "She will be missed. She was one of our strongest, sweetest, and bravest..."

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when
She stands under my colours, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well, I've had just enough time

   "Why did she have to kill her self?"
"Sally, it's hard to explain, but she was sad and it was hard for her to be happy."
"O-oh.."

If I die young bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

   "All of that blood she lost...she must have been really depressed to have put herself through so much pain.."

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

   "Damn it, the first person I ever loved..gone...I should have helped..I should have done something!"

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

   "She said she was sad, and that if she somehow managed to keep herself alive, she would have most likely died from a sugar overdose.."

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh oh)

   "Her family left her when she was young, could that possibly be the reason she was depressed?"

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls

   I went into her bathroom after the funeral was over. I wanted to clean up the blood.
   When I walked in, I noticed some writing on the mirror.
   "Dear Hoodie, I'm so sorry I have done this. I can't take it anymore. Just please know, this is not your fault. I love you Hoodie. I will truly miss you. Don't be sad over me. Don't mourn my death. Just please, please forgive me..." I read out loud.
   I soon felt tears of sadness and happiness fall from my eyes. I smiled.

           "I love you too..."
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Hey guys! I'm back! I hoped you liked it!      Yes, it's finally done! 
I was listening to the song at the top when I was writing this. Its my new theme song!!
Wow...1629 words?! Okay, it may be a little longer than a one shot.
Also, sorry if I made you cry, or if it's OOC.
Anyways, thanks for reading it!
~TicciKitty😘