Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots

We Can Be Happy Human! Happy Appy x Reader

(A/N)
I tried to make it as fluffy as I could. It still contains angst, but that's just the way I do. :)

"What are you supposed to be?" The oversized apple asked me.

I scoffed. "Me? Says the goddamn apple."

He growled. "Don't call me that."

I rolled my eyes, "(Y/N), you?" He looks me over uncertainly. "Happy Appy." He finally answers. He's literally on a popsicle stick. This is too goddamn funny.

"So...How does being an apple work?" I laugh. He groans, letting a red smoke engulf him. He steps out of the smoke, this time as a human. He grins.

Okay, so, slightly more daunting.

"You should come home with me." He says.

"Why the hell not. Let's go."

A YEAR LATER

If I had known his home was Slender Mansion I wouldn't have come with him. Slenderman has a stick up his ass alllllllll the time, and personally, I like to have fun.

But, I did have lots of fun with Appy.

He's kind of a friend, I guess.

I did NOT enjoy it when he got together with this human chick once. She cheated on him though, so he killed her. Which I was quite happy about, he was spending all his time with her.

I had accidentally smashed a bunch of plates, so Slender got all pissy and sent me to get groceries for the house, and some more plates to replace the ones I broke.

I'd gotten through the forest just fine, retrieved the groceries and some cheap plastic plates just as Slender asked. Coming back, however, I got kind of lost.

"This doesn't look familiar." I whispered to myself. I groaned, then yelled out in frustration at my own stupidity. I dropped the groceries to the grassy ground, gosh were my arms ever sore.

I huffed, sitting down against some random tree. I repeatedly smacked my head against the trunk in anger. Slender is going to murder me once he finds me.

I close my eyes, figuring I'd have a nap while I waited.

I hear a faint sound, and my eyes shoot open. My head darts around the forest, looking for whatever person or thing is aware of my presence in the woods.

A low growl is heard. My eyes widen, ripping my knife out of the holster on my right hip. I spin around, catching a glimpse of a grey, deformed body.

The Rake.

Shit.

The Rake's hideous body flies out from the forestry and crashes against me. I painfully tumble to the ground with the Rake. He tries to pin me down, but before he has a good hold I slam my legs against his chest. He is knocked back a few feet, and I use this leverage to stand up. He faces me, staring at me. Every single muscle in my body is tense.

He rushes at me, so I yank my other knife out of the holster on my left leg and block one of his giant claws. I swing a leg up, kicking his side harshly. At the same time, he swipes a hideous claw out and slashes it against my side.

I cry out in pain, and he uses my moment of weakness to tackle me down. I don't have to look to know my side is gushing blood. My knives fly out of my hands, crashing against the bloodstained ground. His face is suddenly uncomfortably close to mine, mouth open and drooling on my face. He's getting ready to bite me, I realize with horror. I shove my left arm into his face to distract him, but am taken by surprise as he bites down on it. I feel my skin tearing and breaking from the force of his bite. My own blood mixes with the tears of pain on my face. His teeth are so unbearably sharp and jagged.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream, looking for anything that can help me. My vision is fogged by tears, so I don't spot anything at first. I somehow spot my knife laying a few inches away from my fingertips. I desperately reach for it, fighting with The Rake and shoving him away with my very very injured arm.

My hand closes on the handle of my blade, and I snatch it to my body. I shove the knife as far as it will go inside the Rake's stomach. He lets out an inhuman screech, scurrying away.

I lay, panting on the forest floor. I'm now realizing just how disgusting I feel, covered in blood, dirt, tears, and drool. Not to mention a pain worse than anything I'd ever felt.

I try to keep my eye's open, but the fight is futile. My eyes slowly slide closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"She needs more blood!" I hear a voice yell. My hearing is all muffled, and my vision very foggy. My eyes open slightly, but all I can see are blurry figures. A flash of red catches my eye, and I turn my head as much as I can to face the red figure.

My eyes slide shut once more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

HAPPY APPY'S P.O.V

When I found her, she was absolutely soaked in blood from head to toe. I'd never felt a fear like that before. She was unconscious, covered in huge and small wounds.

I was so afraid to lose her.

She was patched up now, all bandaged and asleep.

I think.

Tears dripped down my cheeks. I slowly stood up from my chair, walking over to stand at her bedside. I carefully crawl into her bed, lifting the covers and laying them over both of us.

I drape an arm over her, careful not to press on any of her wounds and accidentally hurt her. I move as close to her as I possibly can without pressing myself against her bruised body.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER P.O.V

I feel myself slip back into consciousness. I fight to open up my own eyes, because gosh my head hurts like hell. Once I've got them open, I look to see an arm draped over my body. Happy Appy lays beside me, sleeping.

I smile immediately. Every move hurts, but I sit up to wake the napping killer.

"Appy." I giggle.

His eyes snap open, and he sits up quickly. His head darts to look at me, seeing me up. His eyes immediately flood with happy tears. I'm shocked that Appy would ever cry in front of someone. He gently hugs me. "I thought I lost you." He mumbles.

"I'm right here." I reassure him, hugging him back weakly.

"I can't lose you (Y/N)." He confesses. I grin, "you won't Appy." He pulls away, looking into my eyes. "I love you." He whispers. His face slowly gets closer, and he presses his lips to mine.

Both of us are awkward, not having much experience in this field. That doesn't stop us from enjoying it. I pull away, "I love you too." I whisper, giggling quietly.

Soon we're both laughing, holding each other for dear life. He guides us both down, laying on the pillow. I cuddle into his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. I sigh, happily.

Sure, neither of us know what to do. None of us creepypastas do. We don't know love like normal people, and we experience it much less. But if you think that will stop us from trying, it won't. We can be happy, I just know it.



Jeff: Sickening.
Joy: Shut up.
Hoodie: I thought it was cute.
Joy: Thank you Hoodie.
Slenderman: I can have fun!
Joy: Oh really? What's the last fun thing you did.
Slenderman: Joke's on you! I wrote a letter with blue ink instead of black.
Joy: Woah, crazy.
Slendeman: Thank you.

Requested by Saint3Silver

Next; Jason The Toymaker x Abused! Depressed! Reader.