JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

JEFF THE KILLER x READER S N E A K P E A K : I slowly brought my right hand up to my mouth, I could taste the horrible sensation of torn flesh on my tongue, against my teeth as the crimson waters swirled beyond my lips. My stomach twisted, making me give out a sickening gurgle. "Y-You, can't hurt me." I gave out a shaky breath, eyeing the tall man above my weak frame while my eyes began to burn and water as it's presence hardened in a mocking manner. "I already have." Something hit me hard. .. somehow got #1 in jeffthekillerxreader (this is prolly the worst series ive made and i wrote these ff when i was in psychosis so uh)

(y/n is a normal girl, but when she suddenly gets hit by a truck and dies she finds herself reincarnated into a world where creepypastas actually exist. After realizing this problems begin to arise and her life gets turned upside down.

Story is about a boy ( Your Name ) who was once a human boy who didn't have a well childhood was abused by his parents and his sister and was sold off to the lab to be a Test subject buy everything went wrong and he was brutally murdered and over years he came back alive after 200 years still in the lab stuck forever to be a puppet what happens if a lil girl who name sally Williams and jeff,jane,LJ came across the abandoned lab and found him all alone and told slenderman about him what will happen to ( Your Name)Name? the puppet who can't die?) <Pictures aren't mine>

[ OH HOLD FOR A LONG TIME. ] various creepypasta x gn reader textfic + actual fic art cover by temmmry on tumblr. - ❝ wrong number i think ❞ - reader is an idiot and this story doesn't make sense.

!TRIGGER WARNING! ============ "....Whêñ †hê †ïmê ¢ðmê§ ¥ðµ wïll kñðw...." "....When the time comes you will know...." "....ЩΉΣП ƬΉΣ ƬIMΣ ᄃӨMΣƧ YӨЦ ЩIᄂᄂ KПӨЩ...." Voices repeat and repeat in my head. banging and screaming, beckoning and repeating! "I'm not crazy just a little..." words sputter with no meaning, no way to conviction myself that i'm...normal. But who wants normal? "...everyone want's normal...no one wan't....ץ๏ย..." To the forest. Ill be safe there. voices can't hurt me there. I'm fine. Your lying to yourself ɟlǝsɹnoʎ oʇ ɓuıʎl ɹno⅄ "SHUT UP!" Hands on your head, pounding. 'pills, i need my pills!' the orange bottle shakes. 'i'm not shaking the ground is!' before you could take the p҉o҉i҉s҉o҉n҉ that you called 'help' i sharp white hand stops you. "You don't wan't to take them, child..."

You are [M/N] [L/N], a salem witch who was reborn and being hunted down by the creepypasta as a certain slender creature wants revenge... - YAY NEW STORY ME LOVE XMALE!READER STUFF CREEPYPASTAS DO NOT BELONG TO ME I JUST ONLY OWN MY OCS AND THE STORY

Today was your first day being a proxy and living with the other creepypastas. They've taken a liking in you when they saw you,teasing you with your quiet attitudes and coolness. Well,those siblings and "fangirl" jokes you always get if you know what I mean. But they didn't know your past,what happen to you,your family,your life. And believe me it's not pleasent to hear. (This is meant for both guys and girls,it's just that the character is a male so get ready to come with a guy name)

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)

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