Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Before You Meet

Okay, so this is my first ever Creepypasta writing, so please feel free to express ways I can improve through the comments. Even if it is something negative, because I really want to become better as a writer. Thanks!:3

Oh, and this one is loooooong...

Slenderman

"Alright, (Y/n), Truth or Dare?"

You looked up at the ceiling, away from the other five people playing the game at your house, trying to find the best one for this turn.

You had safely chosen Truth everytime that it was your turn, an idea that turned out to be wise every time, as the dares started getting more and more dangerous. The last person to do a Dare had to jump off the roof, he was so lucky he had landed on a bush, but not-so-lucky to see that it was a rose bush. You could still see him trying to wrap his legs with bandaids.

Perhaps you should stick with Truth, you would really rather not be covered in rose thorns. But then there were your whiny friends...

"Why don't you ever choose Dare, (Y/n)? Picking a Dare is like choosing an adventure, it's exciting. You're so boring,"said the boy who had finished with the rose bandages.

You glared at him, he thought you were boring? No one likes to be insulted. Naturally, you got mad. And like any mad person, you snapped, it's a regular human thing. That idiot, you'll show him just how boring you are.

Your head snapped towards the person who asked you Truth or Dare,"Dare! And hit me with your best shot!"

That person, who happened to be a girl with short blonde hair, smiled before going into thought. Several looks passed through the girl's face. First being concentration, realization, and finally, this emotion made you backtrack a little, evil...

In merely seconds, the girl started to let a large smirk take over her petite features, that was when you started to panic and was painfully reminded of why you always choose Truth.

Choosing Dare isn't like choosing an adventure. It's like choosing the way you would die.

You didn't know what the hell that girl was thinking, but you knew it was going to be ugly.

"(Y/n), I Dare you to go out into the woods for ten minutes, when it's dark, with only a flashlight."

Crap. You and your stupid temper. You should've said Truth.

Goodbye, world.

Jeff the Killer

You flew out the front doors of your boring-as-hell school happily, quite obvious actually, because you were shouting,"FREEDOM~", as you ran.

People stared at you strangely, or dove out of the way, as you ran home, your hands oustretched like a little kid's.

You were known for being an enthusiastic-and childish, especially childish- teenager. One of the few special in the always-serious town you lived in. You were the one that brought the-let's call it- color into the world.

But the weekend, oh the weekend, it was like having Christmas every week for you.Your enthusiasm for the weekend truly amazed- more like...freaked out- the neighbors. But really, you didn't do much during the weekend, simply doing that oh-so-beautiful thing called sleep.

Yep. You were the kind of person who loved to sleep. You couldn't just wait to jump into your (f/c) covers, and snore the whole weekend away.

You finally reached your home, you swung the door open, happily announcing,"Hello everybody, your amazing daughter is here today!"

You were greeted by silence, for which you groaned, remembering that your parents were gone for the weekend,"A perfectly amazing greeting wasted. Again."