Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Nathan the Nobody X Reader

A/N: I admit I do sort of control your hair length here, however I do this because I usually default to girls having long hair so in this one, it's short :) Hope that's okay guys, bobs are adorable! Enjoy...

Nathan was walking through the city, passing people, and pushing through groups when they stupidly stopped in the middle of the walkway. The sun was high in the sky, boring down on him and his heavy attire. His long black hair covered his neck, a dull grey long sleeved shirt was hidden behind a black vest. He wore black jeans as well, and black combat boots.

He looked like he was dressed for a funeral; that or a gothic themed dinner. He had a black leather fingerless glove on both his arms, and bandages with old, dried blood wrapped around his wrists; a black bandana was resting around his neck currently to try and fight the heat. The male glanced around with his heterochronic eyes, the green and blue hidden by strands of hair.

"Please tell me what we're doing here again..." He mumbled into the open, only someone standing right next to him could hear. A col chill ran down his spine and he felt a presence to his side, a cold spot appeared on his shoulder.

"She's here..." A feminine voice whispered into his ear, "You must protect her..."

"I don't know why you insist on this." He huffed to the voice, "Surely this girl can look after herself, right?"

"I've seen... What is meant to be..." The voice whispered again, "Find her... Protect her..."

"Alright alright." He said, rolling his eyes, "God you're annoying sometimes..."

The guy stopped talking, thinking about the chilling words the ghost of his sister had been muttering since he started to hunt for this stranger. They had been a few towns over, and he had to either trek it across land or catch a lift with a complete stranger. The guy held off on killing anyone, his second voice telling him to wait until it was time to save this mysterious girl.

So now he was in a strange city, surrounded by people that stared at him as if he were a madman; which he couldn't deny, he probably was; while looking for a girl he had never seen before. His sister was adamant that he'll know as soon as he sees this girl. And she insists that finding and protecting this girl with his life is for the best. Whatever that means.

Though he doesn't like being told what to do, and he doesn't like the idea of protecting someone. He kills, he doesn't protect. It's just not his thing.

"Nathan..." The voice whined in his mind.

"Yeah sorry, I'm just still doubtful about this." He huffed, wishing he could keep his thoughts to himself, "Will you give me any hints as to who I'm looking for?"

"There she is..." The voice mumbled, and Nathan turned his gaze back to the people.

A girl had just exited a café, her (h/c) hair sitting just above her shoulders. She wore silver glasses that framed her face, shielding her (e/c) eyes when the sunlight hit them. She looked around, pursing her lips together, a coffee in hand, before turning and walking in the other direction. Nathan had to shake his head, completely taken back by her beauty. Watching her hair bob as she walked away, taking in the (f/c) sweater she was wearing; she was as crazy as he was in this heat.

"Follow..." His sister whispered, snapping him out of his gaze, and the guy nodded to himself, taking off after the girl.

What should he do? Should he talk to her now? Get her attention? Or just follow for now and see what happens? He had no idea behind his sister's intentions, he had no idea why she wanted him to follow this strange, yet beautiful girl. Would it be creepy to just walk on over and introduce himself? What were the standards these days; what was considered okay and what was considered creepy?