[COMPLETED] "There's something I just have to do. Remember that incident with BEN?" I frowned and slowly nodded my head. "Well, I need to make sure something like that never happens. I need to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He smirked and took a knife that was on a night table next to the bed. "How about we leave a mark on you?" _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER: this story contains vulgar language, gore, abuse, murder, sexual content. My first fanfic. Hope you enjoy ^^ (The cover pic is mine btw) (Y/n) - your name (E/c) - eye color (S/c) - skin color Highest rankings: #1 in JeffTheKiller #1 in Horror And I don't quite remember any more, wasn't paying attention :DD

Y/N is a reclusive writer who's hit a bit of a block in her writing. But when a storm rolls into her small town and she ends up finding a little pasta her life turns around. Now on a mission to find the rest of the pastas before anything can happen to them and before anyone ends up hurt. (This is my first xreader story so I hope you like it. I got the idea from other books that sadly stopped updating and I liked the idea so I thought to try it myself)

CURRENTLY BEING REWORKED

Y/N is a young woman who spends her days reading up on various myths and legends. The supernatural has always interested her, and once she found a group of like minded people she was as happy as could be. That is, until they all got caught up in the stories of Slenderman. So many sightings, so many disappearances, there was no way he didn't exist. Yet they were still skeptical, and so was the rest of the world. They needed proof, and they were going to find it if it was the last thing they'd ever do. Unfortunately, for some of them it would be. [ᴇᴊ, ᴊᴛᴋ, ᴍᴀꜱᴋʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

꧁𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘳꧂ creepypasta x grim reaper reader.

Kira was no ordinary girl. She grew up in a research facility known as Phoenix Corp., used for experiments, and most of all, she had psychic powers. One day, she heard that they were going to open up her head and study her brain. Of course, she couldn't let that happen, so she escaped. As she walked through the woods near the building she used to reside in, she found a mansion. This mansion was full of killers that didn't look like normal beings.

So, I'm bored and saw more of these female scenarios than male. Might as well give it a try. Basically, for male readers but anyone can read it. Enjoy gentlemen or anyone reading this.

(Y/N) is just an innocent girl who wanted to live a normal, carefree life. That's all she cares about, well, that and her candies. With low blood sugar, she needs to keep her energy up with something sugary, so what better way than to befriend a psychotic clown with a sweet tooth. Wait... What? Suddenly, (Y/N) finds herself thrown into a world of nightmares and murdered children. She tries to get help, but no one believes her. She's stuck being alone with the psychotic clown that puts the 'laughter' in 'slaughter'. But really, what could go wrong? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK. HE BELONGS TO SNUFFBOMB. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OTHER CREEPYPASTAS. THEY ALL BELONG TO WHOEVER THE HELL MADE THEM. I ONLY OWN THE STORY'S PLOT, GEORGE, OFFICER DELLA, OFFICER KINGSLEY, THE CHILDREN, THE PARENTS, BASICALLY ANY SIDE CHARACTER THAT ISN'T A MASS MURDERER. Rated M for Mature: -contains high violenve -contains high gore -contains foul language

Numinous [adj] being both fearful and awed by what is before you 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: 𝑴𝒆 :) 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 (𝑶𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝑨𝒓𝒕) 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 Word Range: 800-1700 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 【Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ　ｔｏ：𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫】 【！！ＡＤＭＩＮ　ＮＯＴＩＣＥ！！】 ✎ While this book is not realistic, it's not drastically unrealistic either [pick-me reader, overuse of stuttering (that isn't Toby), singing at the most random of times, etc. Started: 7/25/2021 Notable Rankings: #15 in creepypastafanfiction 7/29/2021 #1 in creepypastafanfiction 8/2/2021 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I slowly raised my hands up, signaling I was willing to comply. "Smart." The man noted with a low-husky voice. Something I should remember if I survive this. "What is it that you want?" I asked in a monotone voice hindering any type of intention. He chuckled once again, probably with the satisfaction at how compliant I was. "You're probably thinking I want money, oddly enough, I want you." [Enjoy dear readers]