Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Hanging Out

Slenderman:

After your original encounter, you began coming to the woods just about everyday to see your new best friend! "Sleeeeendyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I'm heeeeeeeeeeere! Where are yooouuuuuuuuu?" you called out, growing slightly irritated that he hasn't shown up yet. Today you had brought a surprise for your new friend, and you couldn't wait to see him! "Come on Slendy! I have a surpriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise~" you sang out that last bit, hoping to draw him out, which it did. You heard a familiar chuckle from behind you, with a grin you turned around to face the tall man, "Slendy!" You ran up to him and jumped on him, only able to latch onto his upper leg, causing him to yet again chuckle, "I though you were 18?" You made a pouty face, "I am!" He set you down and crouched, "Then why do you act like you're 6?" You faked a gasp, placing a hand on your chest in mock offense, "How dare you?" you turned away with a smirk, "Then I guess I won't be giving you your surprise!" He hummed in response, "In that case, I won't show you yours either then." This caught you attention, you spun around, "Surprise? I want a surprise! What's my surprise?" "No, no. You took my surprise away. Why should I give you yours?" You pursed your lips before holding up your pinky, "I pinky promise to give you your surprise if you give me mine." He shook his head with a laugh before completing the promise ritual, "Ok, ok. Close your eyes." With a huge grin, you did as instructed. When he told you to open them, you were met with a man of fairly normal height with blue-grey eyes and white hair. Upon seeing the strange man before you and no Slenderman, you looked around confused. Was he trying to set me up on a blind date? With that a familiar laughter came from the unfamiliar man's lips, "No, that's not it! I can make myself look... more human. It's just a little tiring if I stay this way for too long." "Slendy?!" Another laugh, "Yes, Y/n, it's me." Your eyes felt as if they had grown to the size of saucers, "Now then, shall we move onto my surprise?" After being called back into the real world you nodded and reached for your. "Come over here and close your eyes!" He nodded before sitting on the ground in front of you and closing his eyes as instructed. You then opened the purse and pulled out one of the cookies you had baked earlier that day. You walked over to him and just sat there for a moment. "Are you going to- Mph!" As he opened his mouth (and one eye) you shoved the cookie into the opening, causing both of his eyes to shoot open in surprise. "Eat it! I made them myself!" You brought the purse from over your shoulder and held it out as he chewed, amused smile across his face. As he ate the large cookie you so lovingly forced into his mouth, you looked up in thought, "If it takes so much energy to do a full transformation, why not make a partial one?" He swallowed, "What do you mean?" You looked back down at his questioning eyes, "I mean, if you wanted to make me more comfortable you don't have to go completely human. I already know what you look like, why not just make yourself shorter?" He sat up, surprised look on his face, as if he had never thought of that before. He nodded after thinking for a moment and grabbed another cookie, pausing before taking a bite, "These are very good, by the way. Best cookies I've ever had the pleasure of having shoved down my throat!" You started laughing, bringing a smile to his face as he continue eating. He may not need to eat, but if it made her happy, he would.

Jeff the Killer:

He did, in fact see you again. A few nights later actually. You were in your living room watching cartoons when he walked in from the direction of your bedroom, "Do you not sleep or somethin'?" he laughed, you looked up from your cartoons to respond, but decided against it. Instead you looked back at the screen and patted the couch beside you, signaling for him to sit down. Which he did. After about three episodes of 'Tom and Jerry', he decided he was bored of midnight cartoons and left to find something to do. He came back with a bunch of board games and a card games from your game room. He set them down on the coffee table before grabbing the remote and shutting off the T.V. "Hey! I was watching that!", he just shrugged and pointed to the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, meaning for you to sit across from him. He grabbed the first game he found, Candyland and moved the rest of the games off the table ands set everything up, him as the red gingerbread, you as the blue. "Now, we are playin-" you cut him off, "Candyland, I know. I've played before. It's why I have it." His eyelids (what was left of them) closed slightly, signifying he was glaring at you, "No, not exactly..." you gave him a confused head tilt, "If you would have let me finish, you would have heard me say, 'We are playing Candyland: Revenge addition!'" He spread his hands out in a 'tadaa' sort of way. He picked up the unshuffled deck and picked out three different card types, a face card, a single square, and a double square. "The goal is still the same; get to the candy castle. But, when you pick up a card," he gestured to the three he held, "You can use them on yourself, OR your opponent." he sighed at your confused expression, "Let's say, I'm at the peppermint forest, and you are at the ice cream sea," he moved the corresponding pieces to the suggested spots, "If I drew the double squares card, which, in my opinion, is the best type of card, I could move up two, move you back two, or move me up one and you back one. Same for the other cards, I could use them to advance myself, or to bring you backwards!" you nodded before grabbing the deck and pulling out another face card, moving Jeff's character to the lollipop square, and yours to the plum. You showed Jeff the peanut-brittle card, "Say you picked up this card, using it on yourself would send you backwards, using it on me would send me forwards. Lose-Lose," you said before yawning, you wanted to go to bed so you got up. "Where are you going?" "Bed," you were walking until he picked you up and sat you back down on the floor again, causing you to groan. "But I'm tiiiiired Jeeeeeff!" you wined, causing him to laugh, "Alright, one game! Just one, and you can go to bed, okay?" you smirked tiredly and nodded, knowing exactly what game. "52-card pickup," you said picking up a deck of cards and pulling it out. "What's that?" Yet again you smirked, placing the cards in your hand before making them shoot out, going all over the floor, "Pick 'em up," and you walked off to bed as Jeff muttered to himself, cleaning up the mess you made.