Creepypasta x reader lemons ;)

Bloody Painter

You're wearing an oversized black hoodie (cuz why the fuck not?), a pair of gray comfortable baggy pants, and leather heeled short boots.

You were in your room, sitting under the desk, practising sketching faces. (Knock knock knock) came from the door. You got up, putting your sketchbook and pencil on the desk. You walked to the door, opening it. "Yes?" You asked, seeing Slender standing there, you gave him a look that was emotionless, yet had a look of confusion.

"Dinner's ready" He answered bluntly and walked away. You closed the door, and sat on your chair. "Do I really need dinner today though?" You asked yourself out loud, "Nah, I can just eat later.". You got up from the chair, walked over to the bed and layed down on it.

You hugged your pillow, slowly falling asleep. "(Y/N)!" You heard from the door, it was Jeff. "WHAT!?" You yelled back to him, "GET YOUR ASS OUT YOUR ROOM AND TO THE DAMN KITCHEN BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU!". You sighed, sitting up on the bed. "WHY DO YOU CARE IF I GO OR NOT?!" You yelled back at him. There was a silenced pause.

The door then started opening, revealing Jeff. "What do you think you're doing?" You asked him, worried knowing he would get you out, in the worst way possible if he wanted. "I don't care," Jeff finally answered, "Painter's forcing me to get you out.".

You stiffened, *He... He cares?* you asked yourself in thought, not knowing what to do. *But he seems like the one who hates me the most, he never talks to me, he stares at me, he follows me around* You kept thinking to yourself. *Oh, wait... he's a stalker* You realised *Stalkers usually don't talk to the one they're interested in.... it makes so much more sense now*.

"You can get down yourself." You heard from above you, then you were dropped to the floor, unaware you were held. "Hey!" You said to Jeff, walking down the stairs. *Wait... stairs?* You questioned, *Am I really already by the stairs?* You kept questioning while standing up, looking around.

*I'm definitely by the stairs.* You said to yourself. You walked slowly down the stairs, stopping half way through. Thinking about being around the others made your heart beat quickly and it turned difficult to breathe. *Anxiety,, fucking anxiety* You thought to yourself, *I have fucking anxiety to be around them in such crowds.* you continued.

You turned around and was about to quickly walk back, but there stood Painter. "Oh, ehhh, hi?" You said to him, questioning if you should talk to him. He waved back to you, then he pointed at the kitchen. "No, I don't want to" You answered him. He tilted his head, and made a "hungry" move. "I am hungry, I just don't want to be around many at a time."m You plainly answered him.

He put his hand on your right shoulder, and leaned over the left one. "Then I'll bring your food," He said, his voice deep and smoothe, almost paralyzing. "Is that ok?" He asked, looking into your eyes through his paper (A/N: his mask is the only mask made out of paper) mask eyes. You looked at his difficult to see crystal-blue eyes and nodded.

His mask lifted, only slightly, and he put his hand from your shoulder to your cheek. "Then I'll see you there." He said, put his hand back to his side and walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Well... that happened" Was all you could say.

You looked at the top of the stairs and started walking up them. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET IN HERE!" You heard screaming behind you, "And Painters bringing my food, JEFF!" You answered back and walked up the stairs. "He is one crackhead of a killer" You said, smiling to yourself knowing he would kill you if he heard.

Once you reached your room, you were about to close the door "Please don't close the door." you heard from the hallway. You looked out and saw Painter on his way over to your room. You opened the door for him to come in, and walked in after him, closing the door behind you. "Here" Painter said, handing you a plate of (fav/food). You felt a smile on your face and took the plate.