Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When Someone Breaks In At Night But You Don't Notice

*Quick note: This will take place when you're 16. Your parent(s) are having one of their once in awhile alone nights, and won't be back until after midnight.

Slenderman: (Y/n) was up in the bathroom, taking a relaxing shower. The water was directly over her head when a shattering sound came from elsewhere in the house. A figure crept through the broken window. He began grabbing various objects that seemed valuable.

(Y/n) felt pruny enough from the water, and turned it off. Completely unaware of the burglar in her home. He, on the other hand, was aware of her. Upon hearing the shower stop, he pulled a gun from his coat pocket, and began making his way in her direction.

Before he reached the bathroom, there was a static sound. He turned and saw, down the hall, a faceless fiend. Before the man could scream in fear, Slenderman teleported in front of him. Tendrils grabbed the man's torso, and wrapped around his mouth. And then they teleported away.

(Y/n), while not aware of the burglar, was aware of the static sound. She poked her head out of the steamy bathroom, looking around.

"Slenderman?"

Looking down, she found a bag. A bag that contained the valuables the man had been collecting.

BEN Drowned: (Y/n)'s favorite YouTube channel had just put up a new video. One she had been expecting and looking forward to for awhile now. She put in her earphones and began watching. The video was so loud, she didn't hear her front door creak open.

A large figure moved through the house. It was making its way to the unsuspecting (Y/n). Suddenly, the TV flashed on. The figure turned towards it, wielding a large knife. A game logo popped up on the screen, but then it began flashing words.

'You shouldn't have done that.'

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

The figure searched for someone in the room. And when he looked back at the TV, he screamed. BEN's face was pushed up against the screen. His eyes were gushing his bloody tears. His mouth formed into a wide, sadistic smile.

BEN began crawling from the screen, a bit of water trailing after him. Before the figure could run, BEN had him in a tight hold. He began dragging him into the TV. And then, they were gone.

(Y/n) had just watched the last of the video. She was quite happy with it. She just wished BEN had stayed for the last of it and hadn't vanished into her laptop halfway through

Tails Doll: (Y/n) slept soundly. The man standing in her bedroom noted that. He also noted how tightly she clutched a stuffed animal in her arms. He planned to take it's place.

The man began setting up camera material. He planned to rape (Y/n) while filming it. He was then going to blackmail her with it. Blackmail her into doing what? He had a few ideas.

While he set up the camera setup, Tails Doll shifted into a human body. He lifted (Y/n) up bridal style, and began moving her out of the room. Thankfully her door was open. He moved her into the living room, allowing her to curl up on the couch.

He listened closely, hearing the man curse. He could hear him looking for (Y/n), and getting more and more irritated.

The man began moving towards the living room. He expected to see a cowering (Y/n), trying to call the police or looking for a weapon or just trying to hide. Instead, he found her still sleeping on the couch. Her stuffed animal perched on the arm rest.

It then began levitating. The man backed away in fear. The doll started floating towards him, going at a suspenseful pace. As it floated, it began morphing into a blonde man. His eyes never changed though.

He cornered the guy into a closet. And then there was a sickening crack.

Tails Doll retrieved the sleeping (Y/n). He lifted her back into his arms, to which she curled against his chest.

The Rake: The Rake sat in his human form, petting (Y/n)'s hair. She was sick, and it was hard for her to fall asleep. He had finally managed to help her doze off, when the sound of her bedroom window opening echoed through the room.

The lights were off, but The Rake could still see the person. It was a man (Y/n) described for the past few weeks. She said he turned up all over the place. Apparently he'd been sending (Y/n) 'anonymous' gifts and love letters. She said she could feel him staring at her almost everywhere.

And here he was. Crawling into her bedroom. And it filled The Rake with rage. He moved himself away from (Y/n), before morphing into his real form. The man hardly noticed him. He just marched himself towards (Y/n)'s side of the bed.

He began lowering his face to hers, ready to place a kiss on her lips. Before he did, a clawed hand grabbed him. It dragged him away from the resting (Y/n), and back to the window.

Before he could scream, the man's heart was pierced with one long, claw. He was then chucked out the window.

The Rake gave a strange whistle, and a familiar red and black, smiling dog emerged from the shadows. It began chomping away at the fresh kill.

The Rake moved back towards the bed, not bothering to turn human. He curled up beside (Y/n), and began humming to her.

Eyeless Jack: (Y/n) laid on the couch reading The Shinning. The TV was on as background noise, the sound of Friends being a minor mood killer to the book, but was better than listening to just the loud party next door. She had dozed off in the middle of the book, the sounds from the TV and the music from the party somehow lulling her into a peaceful sleep. While she slept though, the noise had drowned out the sound of a window opening.

The man pulled the ski mask harder against his face, though it already covered him down to his neck. Carefully closing the window back, he crept through the home he'd staked out all day. He was nervous, excited, and unsure all at the same time as he crept through the home he'd entered. It was good luck the party was in full swing, as it would be hopefully enough to cover any possible screams. The man was so distracted by his own excitement, that as he neared the sleeping girl he found in the living room, he didn't notice the window he'd entered through opening back.

As he pulled a knife from his pocket, the man came to stand behind the couch. He gazed down at his soon to be victim and raised the knife. He didn't see the blue clad figure come from the side. All he felt was a searing pain in his lower back as a hand was firmly placed against the whole in his mask for his mouth. It was good luck the party was in full swing, as it was enough to cover the muffled scream. Though it seemed to disturb the sleeping girl, who stirred and groaned, not going unnoticed by the blue man.

He pulled the other away from the couch, dragging the would-be killer back towards the window they both came from. In a smooth motion, he shoved the man through the window, and looked down on him. The stab nor the fall seemed to kill him, as he laid on the ground, calling for help.
It was bad luck the party was in full swing.