Creepypasta x Male!Readers [OPEN!]

Hoodie x Masky x Ticci Toby x Reader

Hi everyone! ^.^ As you can probably notice, I'm changing some things with the way I write. So, I pretty much did some experiments using this story. Anyways... I know this was really freaking long and there isn't much dialog. I didn't really know what to have any of them say, so I just let them say pretty much nothing. The start is a bit long, so I can mark where the lemon actually starts. ^.^ This is a request. ((P.S. If you want your name listed, please tell me specifically c: ))


For those who don't know...
Brian = Hoodie

Masky = Tim
Ticci Toby = ...Well, Toby

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Your clock flashed 1:09 AM. Your cheek would rest on your knuckles. You couldn't really sleep tonight, which was strange. Even with how late you were awake most nights, you usually felt at least slightly weary- but not tonight. You binged on YouTube, finding yourself spiral down the endless rabbit hole of horror. Maybe it was paranoia keeping you up. Shuttering at every slight creek, you sunk under the warm enclosure of your bed. Sighing, your eyes slam shut, determined to get at least decent sleep.

You felt yourself slowly get taken away by sleep. A sharp noise caused you to jolt upright. A cold sweat layered your skin, your wide eyes glued to the entrance of your door. This was not paranoia. You knew you heard something. Walking to the wall, your hand brushed the drywall before reaching the light switch. Flicking it on, your room was illuminated with the still-waking light. Deciding you weren't afraid, you marched through your apartment. Determination in your eyes, you began to switch on every light in your apartment.

You groan, seeing small boxes you originally had neatly stacked in the hallway now all toppled over. Making your way over, your eyes investigate the scene. The window was open. Idiot. You groan, disappointed with yourself. Sluggish, you approached the window. Half-slamming it down, you approach the hallway light switch. Having the torturous bright light off, you went to your dark room. Dropping onto your bed, a groan emitted from you. Eyes shut, ready to be swept away by slumber, you were stopped by a heart wrenching feeling. Terror. Your eyes were open, glancing up at the ceiling.

The light was off.


You swore you didn't turn the light in your bedroom off, you only shut off the light in the hallway. The bitter taste of realization stained your tongue as your lungs felt deprived of air. You felt unable to breathe, your hands wildly trembling. Standing up took a lot of courage. At any moment, you could see yourself easily collapsing. Part of you considered yourself dramatic, the other part of you believed you were reacting just right.

You go on another expedition through your apartment. The window was open once again. You stop, clueless of what to do at this point. You turn, ready to flee to the warm enclosure of your bed before being met by the unfamiliar figure. Being taken aback, your heart sunk right out of your chest. The figure had orange tinted goggle over his eyes, along with an odd mask. His skin was pale, his matted hair a dark hazel. His attire seemed to have stained crimson splotches, scattered all over.

Suddenly, you feel a jerk around your neck. Being moved, you groan as your back slams into the warmth of another body. An arm was firmly around your throat, causing you difficulty to retrieve air, but still possible. Your legs bucked out as an attempt to break free but to no avail. Your ankle was grabbed mid-swing. Shrieking out, you were completely lifted off the ground. You felt three sets of hands handle your body. You groan in disbelief.