Creepypasta Lovey-dovey Scenarios

A/n; I'm going to try to make these scenarios different then all of the other ones, cuz i know even i get bored of the same-old-same-old. So without further ado, let the stories begin;

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On a gorgeous starry night, you and a few classmates were in the meadow that was just outside the city limits. Your class was doing an astrology unit, and you were out in your assigned group looking for constellations. A few of the kids in your group were... well... very close. So you watched as they walked into the dark woods that surrounded the clearing.

After about half an hour, you had drawn your map of the constellations. Everyone else wanted to leave and the two love-birds were still gone.

"Y/n, could you go look for them?" asked a member, you nodded and walked into the forest with your trusty flashlight.

"Oh my gawd, you know that ugly y/n, she is such an annoying bitch..." You heard the femal love-bird say. Offended, you turned off your flashlight and listened. The chatter continued for fifteen minutes until suddenly the two started screaming.

You quickly turn on your flashlight and look behind the tree. In a pile of blood and guts there is a note,

'Y/n,

The two are disposed of. If you would kindly tell your other classmates that they just wished to stay longer, I would be quite pleased.

~Slenderman

P.S. They obviously are not intelligent enough to see your beauty :)'

You were puzzled, but decided to take the advice of this 'Slenderman.'

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Your parents had forced you to go to one of the popular kids' birthday parties because it would be 'good for you.' Well right about now, you felt the only thing that would be good for you is a violent video game to take your mind off of this catastrophe. The birthday girl had been your childhood friend, but ever since middleschool she had been a popular snob. But nevertheless you were still welcomed to the party. Annoyingly enough, all you would hear was

'Why don't you actually try to look cute?'

'Why is your hair so oily?'

'Why are your clothes so drab?'

Finally you couldn't take it and you stormed off to the bathroom. You locked the door, sat against the wooden surface and tried to cool your jets. After a few minutes of serenity away from those brats, you stood and got ready to unlock the door. Right as your hand touched the knob, blood curdling screams and cries were heard through the door. A good ten minutes passed before the eerie silnce set in. You quietly opened the door and stepped into the once white, now red living room.

A nervous laugh escaped your throat, as you looked at the mutilateed remains of the girls. Something cold and sharp touched your face. Your first reaction was to elbow the jaw and kick the groin of the person behind you. A loud "OOF" was heard, and a small cut was made in your cheek as the attacker pulled away. As you turned, you were not surprised to see a head of long black hair held down in pain. The figure looked up with wide unblinking eyes and a carved smile, but his eyebrows showed anger. "If you made a mark on my beautiful face..." He growled, only to stop, "Why hello there. Seems you aren't like these other girls... I will spare you... for now, my little accomplice." The pale man looked at you awkwardly," If i could, I would be winking." He stood and turned to walk out of the unhinged door. "See ya."

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You are the type of girl that'll hang out in the arcade until A) you run out of money, B) got hungry, or the most common C) the arcade closes. Today was a wonderful combination of A and C. The manager had come in about half an hour earlier to tell you that the arcade closes in one hour. You were playing one of the classic Pacman game when you realized you were all out of quarters. You checked your wallet to see if you had any bills, negative. The 'Game Over' word box was always more taunting when you were out of money. With a small sigh, you started to walk away.