You were abused by a bunch of people who you had no clue on. All you knew was that you were a dirty punching bag. Late at night every day, when the abusive people you live with are all passed out from being drunk, you creep out of the house and go where ever your feet take you, you want to enjoy your small moments of freedom before going back to being abused. A heart warming tale on how you meet the creepypasta's, not even knowing who they were as you only saw them each at a specific time. They each leave something in their place when ever they leave you alone after they meet with you, as you never saw them again twice. Find out what happens when you continue this journey that destiny seems to have laid out for you. Besides, you can always laugh about it in the end can't you?

⦻ the cover image (Toby) was created by 'Sunflower.ra' on Instagram and belongs rightfully to them, please refer to them if you have commentary about the art ⦻ Creepypastas as Pokémon, I guess... This is the rewritten version of the first Creepypasta story I ever wrote, Creepymon: Pokémon X Creepypasta crossover (2017). I removed the old one cause it stank. Hopefully this turns out better than the last... "Gotta Kill Them All..." *I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CREEPYPASTAS WITHIN THIS STORY. FULL CREDIT OF USE BELONGS TO THE OWNERS OF THE CREEPYPASTAS USED IN THIS STORY. IMAGES/GIFS OF ANY SORT USED IN THIS STORY ALSO BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED CREATORS, AND FULL CREDIT GOES TO THEM.*

Y/n goes to a camp, but not every thing is as it seems. Will she be able to escape and get a hero does she want to escape, will she stay and try to survive, will she become a darling to the monsters of the camp. All she knows is that she will make it out alive no matter what she will stand. But does she really know that maybe her fate has been decided already or maybe she is to decide her fate. But she wont be alone her and her two year old sister will make it out hopefully.

There's a new killer in town, but no one knows who it is. No one would suspect the only survivor from the burned orphanage. He's quiet, good looking, skilled but most of all he is a she! XD I suck at descriptions!

I've been reading up on these creepypasta stories. I've gotten really interested into it that I want to find them myself. I may be crazy for this, but I've got nothing better to do with my life. I'm not much of a people person so yeah, might as well do something I'd have fun doing. What if creepypasta's have just stopped doing what they do? They dissapeared. Maybe Y/n can find them, right? After all, they're lost, you have to find them.

You could be considered the mailperson of the Creepypasta world, taking letters, threats, and people from Creepypasta to Creepypasta. What happens when you encounter some of the more famous killers? These stories are kinda like oneshots, loosely connected but you can still skip around to your favs (Also Slenderman won't get one because he's like, a thousand years old)

People always told you not to pick up hitchhikers but you can't say no when they had a knife against your throat. Traveling across the country to begrudgingly visit her sister's wedding with a promise to introduce her made up "boyfriend" to her family, (Y/N), sets off in her beat up car with her never ending mix tapes and unhealthy amount of energy drinks in a seemingly normal, pain filled, cliché road trip of a lifetime. But when she gets ambushed by an infamous killer in a gas station, she finds herself traveling alongside him. What could be worse than to have a killer as your roadtrip buddy? Having 5 more killers at your side, duh.

Life in Cantwell, Alaska is dismal at best. The town is small and everyone knows everyone. So, when a large family of adopted teens and their single father move and enroll in Cantwell School it is completely understandable why everyone is so interested in them. And honestly I can't help but feel somewhat bad for them, despite how rude and annoying most of the family is. After all, nothing is ever private in such a small town. //slow burn yo [Creepypasta x Reader]

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

One day Slender accidentally speaks of someone that he shouldn't have, and the proxies get curious. As they begin to investigate, they stumble upon the story of an old myth, one that only the Elders know of.