Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots

Nothing Will Ever Be The Same Yandere! Ben Drowned x Reader

I approached the door to mine and my boyfriend's house. It had been quite a long day at work, and all I wanted to do was cuddle up next to Jack and watch a movie.

I swung the door open, calling loudly that I was home. No answer. Eh, he's probably asleep.

He has been acting strangely lately, kind of jittery. Jack had never ever been like that. I've tried to ask what's wrong, but he refuses to answer any of my questions.

He's been having some nasty nightmares as well, the kind that every time he tries to sleep he can't because he's always awoken by his nightmares. I really hope he's having a nap.

I walked to our bedroom on the first floor, turning the knob and opening the door. I throw my things on the chair, hoping I didn't miss. It's pitch black in here and I don't want to turn on the light if Jack is sleeping.

The TV flickered to life, bold white lettering spelled the phrase, "you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

I swallowed thickly, feeling someone's eyes on me as I darted to the light switch.

I flicked it on and the moment I did I noticed a body dangling from the ceiling.

A scream ripped from my throat.

ONE MONTH LATER

After the incident, I couldn't enter our shared bedroom. I locked the damned place up. What once was a room where I slept and cuddled with the only love of my life became some horrible death filled hole.

It hurt every time I walked in.

I resigned myself to the upstairs living room. Nowadays I only ever really left the couch to use the washroom and eat every so often. I haven't gone to work ever since that day, so money was getting tight.

It's not like I ever had enough energy to do anything other than lay here anyway.

I flicked through the channels, finding nothing of interest. Then again, nothing ever really interested me anymore. I elected to leave the TV on some stupid game show.

Standing up, I headed to the kitchen. I was in the middle of making a sandwich when the noise from the TV stopped.

I set down the knife and the jar of jam I held and walked back to the living room. I wouldn't be surprised if my cable stopped working. I hadn't paid my bills in a while.

I looked to the TV screen to see it had gone off. I sighed, picking up the remote to try turning it on. The screen flashed, familiar bright white lettering slowly faded onto the screen.

I slowly backed away from the screen, dropping the remote and covering my mouth with my hand, attempting to mufflle a silent scream.

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

That night I barely slept. When I tried I was plagued with terrible nightmares of pinprick red eyes and flashing electronic screens.

That phrase was forever burned into my memories. Will the same thing that happened to Jack happen to me?

No matter what the only thing I focused on was how terrified I was. 

Everything electronic around me would flash with the same phrase, I unplugged everything and threw out everything I could lift. Voices spoke to me, about how I was going to hell just like Jack.

I was slowly going crazy.

I laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. My TV was unplugged so I felt slightly more safe. My eyes slowly slid shut, but I didn't fall asleep.

I never did.

A bright light against my closed eyes forced me to open them. I sat up, facing the TV screen. I covered my eyes with my hand at the bright light.

The lights dimmed and my eyes snapped open. A man was slowly climbing out of the TV. He wore a green tunic, like Link from the Legend of Zelda. He fell to the floor on his knees.

I screamed, and his head snapped up. His eyes were eerily black, very familiar pinprick red eyes followed my every move. A terrifying grin settled on his face, and I took that as an invitation to bolt from the room.

I heard a chuckle from the living room as I ran to the door on the floor below. I sharply turned the corner, bumping into a chest. I backed up quickly, lifting my head up to see the intruder's face looking down at me.

I tried to turn and run, but he grabbed my arms in a bruisingly tight grip.

I struggled, but he only hugged me close to his chest and walked back to the living room TV.

I brought my knee up to slam into his most weak spot, which elicited a yell from his throat. His grip loosened slightly, just enough for me to rip myself from his grasp.

My feet took off almost on their own. I ran down the stairs, my feet thudding loudly against each step.

"You shouldn't have done that!" A voice yelled.

My heart pounded in my chest and tears stung at my eyes. This has to be him. He drove Jack crazy and almost did the same damn thing to me.

I could see the front door, and hope rises in my chest. I rip the door open, taking one or two steps outside before a hand roughly grabs my arm and yanks me back inside my nightmarish home.

The door slams loudly and the monster slams me against the solid wood.

I hiss in pain. Tears start to roll down my cheeks, and I stare at his malicious gaze through foggy vision. A sneer sits upon his face.

I shake under his terrifying gaze.

"Don't you EVER think you can get away from me, my darling." He grinned, leaning down to meet my trembling lips.

Ben: That's some amateur tactics at driving people crazy.

Joy: I'm not a psycho murderer like you dumbass.

Ben: And that's why you're writing about us, and not yourself.

Joy: I swear to god Ben I'll whoop your ass one of these days.

Jeff: Mhm sure.

Hoodie: Who's next?

Joy: LJ.

LJ: Please don't make me all soft and sentimental.

Joy: We'll see how much you piss me off within the next while.

LJ: Well that can't be hard, I'm a sweet angel who would never hurt anyone!

EJ: You need to think about things before you say them.

Requested by Marshmello Kitty (TheGrimmReaper)