𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥：3／20／23 Finished: N/A 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝟸𝟷 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 plushies. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮，𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦，𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳，𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮，𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮，𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦，𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦，𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴，𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯，𝘈𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦，𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦，𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘊𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨， 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳， 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 <3

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?

Just some stupid Headcanons i come up with at crack head hours

You've known them for many years, not that they like you; you're just slenderman's mutt.

"Let them eat cake, " she says, just like Marie Antoinette! She always cried. And she will cry until she dies. Poor naive [Name]. I hope she chokes on that cake. BEING REWRITTEN

just the title 😚😚 these are my head canons 👍 also they're my opinions, if you wanna use them, credit me 👍

✫彡𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬; 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲)ミ★ ─── ↳ ❝Get ready to lose, sweet cheeks.❞ ❝Say that again when I win.❞ ―√ ✫彡𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ❥𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦. - 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ➶︎ #𝟥 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗌 | #𝟥 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗑𝗒 #𝟥 𝖧𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝-

°𝒙-𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆. 𝒙-𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚° currently editing and rewriting this story so it's under construction!!!! Sorry 4 the inconvenience |completed| ⚠️warning: mentions of trauma, blood,gore,and suicide mentions⚠️

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑： 3／18／23 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑：𝑁／𝐴 "𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑗𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠．" 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥,𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 Murder, Blood, Cannibalism, Child abuse, Gore, Self harm, Suicide, Implied suicide, Child neglect, Rituals, Manipulation, Torture, and basically everything you would expect from a creepypasta x reader.

[Hello and welcome to 'THE BACKROOMS', an interactive, real-life, real-time GAME. You seem to be one of the LUCKY PEOPLE to have been chosen to play this GAME.] ['THE BACKROOMS' is a simple GAME. From the [REDACTED] amount of LEVELS find YOUR WAY OUT and be sure it's the right way out.] [Survive THE BACKROOMS and see what will happen. You can forge alliances with people trapped within the LEVELS, create your own camp and slay CREATURES that dwell inside THE BACKROOMS.] [Just. Don't. Die.] ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ "What the hell is this section of the GAME!?" "Wait, when did this become a goddamn Dating Sim?!" [...] [Surprise?] "You fucking dickhead, you knew about this-" ═══════ ೋღ ♠♡♣♢ ღೋ ═══════ Hello and welcome to my first ever Creepypasta fic in the godforsaken year of 2022. I personally blame TikTok for waking this ancient evil inside of my brain so I hope you all enjoy. This fic will feature characters from Creepypasta and Marble Hornets (because goddamnit Masky and Hoodie are mighty fine-). As you might expect from a Creepypasta fic, this story will contain things such as cursing, profanity, blood, violence, and mentions of all kinds of fuckery because there's no way my 23-year-old self will censor curse words. So all in all, read at your own risk but I think you know what will be in store since you were the one to click a creepypasta fic. And of course, I do not own anything except the plot and technically (Y/N)- All the characters go to their respective owners/writers/whatever (why am I even adding this here-)