↳ ❝ when a mysterious faceless stick tree man believes you, a random wimpy teenager, is worthy enough to be one of his epic edgy sidekicks and murder people for touching his poor quality emo sketch book pages he leaves on trees. ❞ ⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆Life With Creepypastas [LWCPS]⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹ • 𝘯𝘰𝘯－𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤. • cover art by: me shitting around on roblox some random wednesday

[currently undergoing major editing / rewriting] You thought you'd seen it all: clowns, a tall faceless guy who had arms longer than his torso, and a man with a smile cut into his face. After spending so many years seeing what shouldn't be seen, you were completely and utterly unbothered. So you thought. When you were handed the opportunity to spite your childhood nightmare, you took it, accepting that you would have to interact with one of his minions. He was polite, funny, and appreciative, so what could go wrong? Surely you weren't going to fulfil both of his dreams at once. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators, as do any images used. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

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]

"I'm crazy?! What's crazy is this world that refuses to let me be with you!!" Some murderous individuals have taken interest in you but not all of them want to shower you in affection . They have become you're (unwanted) admirers . It's either you accept their love or suffer the consequences.

I'm just the proxy in command, nothing more, nothing less.

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

COVER ART BY ME! × !Mature content warning! × The wind was howling through the trees, rain pouring down and breaking apart on the ground, only to join together again in the form of pouls scattered across the city. Vegetating the forest with its content, the water feeding the flora and animals living inside. It was that cold night that it all began. Their obsession with you.

••«𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝»•• ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ ɴᴇᴢᴜᴋᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ DISCONTINUED