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𝔸 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕤, 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪, 𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝, 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED. ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤™

You, (CP/N), wife of Ticci Toby and a mother of 2 little girls, are a unique creepypasta. And it isn't just because you've been living with the creepypastas since you were 3 for 17 years and you're human. It might be because you killed a creepypasta. But maybe it's something else. After the various nightmares you have, it becomes obvious that you are more than a the basic human creepypasta everyone thought you were. Now isn't the time to consider that while Ariam and Tina are growing up to be creepypastas themselves. Including Ben's son Adam. But to top it off, a familiar creepypasta has come back, but what if she doesn't want to hurt you? And how will Ariam, Tina, and Adam become creepypastas? Only time will tell your story...

Taking a trip to Japan sounds awesome, until you meet the one and only Kagekao. Where he tries to kill you. But let bygones be bygones. After all, he did just make you his sex toy... [WARNING] I do NOT own this character, I'm simply using him for fanfiction. Bad and inappropriate language is used. The mention of Gore is brought up. This is a smut book, if you dislike please do not read.

Caution: This is a sequel! Please check out the two previous installments to this trilogy before proceeding! Thank you :D ~~~ It is your daughter's fifth birthday and you and Toby have been living in peace at the Slender Mansion since Zero was restored to his original form as Zalgo, the king of the Creepypastas. The voice in your head has disappeared and nobody has tried to drain your blood. Life has been good. At least, it WAS going well until your father makes a reappearance in a physical form. For some reason, he wants your daughter. As you and Toby face your most challenging opponent yet, you must protect your daughter and your friends. You can handle that, right? [Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Creepypastas mentioned or the world they reside in.]

~"The wind tugged at your hair as you sat on a bench and read your book. You had an uneasy feeling, like you were being watched, but you ignored it. You didn't know he was behind you."~ Living with your drunken mother had been a living hell. Everyday, you wished for nothing more than to leave. One night when you're home alone, your wish comes true. A strange boy with orange goggles and a stripped hoodie shows up and takes you to a place were there are people like you; rejects of society. For once in your life, you felt like you belonged somewhere, but your life was about to take another drastic turn. *DISCLAIMER: I do not own any if the creepypastas, their stories, or the SlenderMansion. I also do not own you x)*

You're 16 and baby sitting your Mothers bosses son, Nate. You thought it would be an easy night. Nate is only 6 years old and claims to have an imaginary friend. How hard could it be? I don't own Laughing Jack or any other creepypasta's in this story.

3 steps to death: 1: Minding my own damn business 2: Getting on a fricking plane 3: Plane crashes and I scream like hell. Or... like a little girl ••• (Thank you guys for being so very patient for this book to be published! I mean, for those who knew this was coming out, but for those who didn't, hi!!! I understand there are not that many of these books for kagekao so I hope you guys enjoy!!!) I update on Fridays only!!! (Unless it's a special day!!! ^^)

An ominous night, and he awakens within an empty house. He strides through the rooms, watching, waiting, but there is no one to accompany him, no light to pay him comfort, and no plan to bid his escape. The walls are dusty and bare, and he is unable to recognize them. Photographs remain empty. Scratches cover the faces of who used to exist. An entity has brought him, and it has disappeared as quickly as he begins to hear the ringing. Fragments of the sound illuminate the dark halls. He visions a masked man, one with pride and boredom, but his imagination runs too wild. The masked man approaches, and his apparition comes to life. He raises a knife above his head. The man stands behind the creaky door and lights a match, framing the darkness of the hallway as he asks, "Why must the noise be so quiet?" The wind replies with a song. The window is sick of the sound. The masked man conceals an inner smile and whispers to himself. He lowers the knife. A clock on the wall reverses his memory, and the hour reverts to midnight. The house is silent. -+- I do not give doc truyen or any individual, website, organization, server, etc. the right to reproduce, post, publish, steal, etc. my stories and ideas.