(Y/n) went swimming one day after a long day at school. She had always wondered what it was like to swim on a spring day without anything but her bathing suit and a few cigarettes. Anyways, as she swam along the lake, she kept seeing a green flash in the woods. Her heart pumped before being pulled down. As she struggled to get back to the surface, she ran out of breath and eventually passed out. ~

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Semi-Realistic Semi-Fandomized CreepyPasta x Child Reader »»-----------► NB!Reader ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐊𝐈𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔~? ❞ ❝ 𝐘𝐄𝐒 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.❞ ────────────────────── ╰┈➤ ｓｙｎｄｉｃａｔｅ | （𝑛．）a group of individuals or organizations combined to promote some common interest ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ : ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 your parents were murdered savagely and you were left at the mercy of their killer; an unhinged criminal with an infamous, facial scar slit across his face. Getting involved with this shady character unknowingly gets you caught up in run-ins with 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆, a very violent and deadly ⦻rganization that congregates deep within the woods... ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ╰┈➤ The CreepyPasta used in this story all belong to their rightful owners, and full credit of the character in itself belongs to them. ╰┈➤ [Y/N] is non-binary. [Y/N] is of your imagination, as it is your portrayal of the character. ╰┈➤ Any images used within this story belong to their rightful owners, unless stated otherwise. ────────────────────── ✧.* hope you enjoy the story.

The goggles blinding your view sends fear tickling down your spine. The mouth guard mimics a smile worth a thousand words. This threat is here to kill you. Although you want to welcome it with open arms, the one in front of you still scares you. More neck turns, although now it sounds like it's the cracking of a neck rather than swift head turns. Each click makes you push further back into the arm gripping your side.... DISCLAIMERS : -Toby is not dialogued in accordance to his ticks, but stutters and stumbling over words are mentioned! It's just a lot to put in and I want my readers to be focused on the plot rather than his Tourette's. -if you aren't comfortable with many scenarios that involve injury or sensitive thoughts or cursing, please read at your own risk. the point is for fun, and I don't want to trigger anything for my readers :( -I drew the cover :) but it was when I had my old username and i'm definitely not redrawing that LOL

Read at your own risk! Contains: One deranged killer who wears pink boxers. One little blonde elf.. Midget... Thing. One extremely Dark and handsome Link. One monochrome clown obsessed with his swirly cone nose. A sarcastic doctor named after a facial expression with a psychopathic twin brother. And of course... YOU! (And also several scenarios guaranteed to at least make you smile with minimal spelling errors and swearing) [Disclaimer: All creepypasta belong to their original owners. AKA: Not me. Except for my OC, Smirky. He's mine. And myself, Phantom, of course.]

(NO MORE REQUESTS!!!!!!!) A book about some Creepypasta X Reader One shots. I hope you enjoy!

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

who ever thought helen could be so crazy over someone? go as far as torturing any man who dares to lay a finger on his precious (y/n) *this story is going to go a bit slow because i want it to make sense and realistic*

Spend 20 minutes in heaven with your favorite creepypastas! (this is my first minutes in heaven book so I don't necessarily know how to do this but I hope you guys enjoy)

Wanna be a child of a male Creepypasta? Here's your chance! Cover by me!