(Y/n) (L/n), isn't really normal for a woman her age. She's been stuck in a mental asylum for years now, ever since she was 10. Why? Well................you see, she's not only insane, but a cold blooded murderer too. She only waits 'til the day she breaks out from her prison. But, she doesnt really expect that there are more than just one person out there that's like her.

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

A creepypasta and marble hornets crossover fic. <3 (Y/n) ran away from her home and went to Alabama where (F/n) lives. She meets Timothy and Brian along the way and is haunted by Slenderman. Next thing she knows is that everyone in her life is dead and she is now apart of the creepypasta family. But there is some bumps in the road that will lead to disaster. But who's fault is it? "This is all YOUR fault." Best rankings: #1/58 in marble #4/246 in marblehornets #19/306 in tim #91/1000+ in hoodie #127/1000+ in masky #580/1000+ in creepypasta WARNING!!!! CONTAINS: blood, depression, swearing, killing, secrets, cliff hangers, long ass chapters and marble hornets spoilers. If you are uncomfortable reading that kind of stuff then don't read this book at all. I DO NOT ENCOURAGE ANY OF THOSE THINGS ^^^

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

Sneak Peek: "You know I'm not actually crazy," His icy voice sent shivers throughout my body. "Right?" Signals of warning spread like a forest fire inside my head. Something inside told me to get back, get away from this man, it's only logical, but I felt like I would regret it if I moved away from him. He can't kill me, he can't kill Tom. That was the agreement. I'm not afraid of you. You are only a man who's very troubled. A bad man who takes pleasure in other's pain. You've had bad things happen to you and that's why you are where you are. Simply traumatized and you cope with murder. "I don't believe you." __________________ (Name) was a girl with an attitude towards her classmates and anyone else who gave her pity or trouble. Her parents died in a car crash when she was eight years old and her Uncle Tom -who she cared for deeply- took her in. Tom was a business man, living his dream with nothing but good things to say. However, due to certain circumstances, he has to go to Europe. What happens when Tom gives (Name) a chance to live on her own at the age of 17 or move with him because of his job? What happens when a serial killer comes in the picture? What happens when (Name) puts herself on personal lock down? _____________________________ I do not own any of of the pictures! I do not own any of the characters! I do however, own the book itself! I hope you enjoy! :)

Jeff the killer x reader Is it possible for you to fall in love with an insane killer?

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

This is a story about Slenderman's first proxy. Now, of course, this story must start at the beginning, when he first meets you. Set in the 1800s, you meet Slenderman after running away from some men and into the nearby forest. After about 200 years, when Masky, Hoodie, and Toby are his proxies, he assigns them a difficult task. A task to find this "runaway proxy" and bring her back. But when they do, they realize they've got a very, very hard decision to make, and...well, I wouldn't want to ruin the plot. Also, I want to thank @Taylor_loveDun for helping me out with this book!

Y/n was a happy little girl until her mother left her in a forest, luckily her father slenderman found her and rescued her. Y/n lived happily with her father and became his first (and best) proxy but when slender started to collect more creepypastas slender made it a rule that she must pretend to be one of the boys. Y/n understood her father's concern and went along with his plan, I mean, after all, it was like a mission. A/N- I own nothing I'm shit at writing -I will eventually get better- this is just for fun but I'm open to constructive criticism, people pointing out mistakes and people suggesting plot lines. Also, I shouldn't need to say this but this is creepypasta so it will include mature/taboo themes so proceed with caution! and i'm an old creepypasta fan so some recent pastas may not be in this( if you want them in it message me and I can try fit them in ). thanks for checking out my story!

When I stare at his emerald eyes I see hope, but when I see his smirk forming... I know I'm going to regret this...