"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. NOT BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE MARBLE HORNETS AND CREEPYPASTA OF FANFIC WRITING ANYMORE, IT'S BECAUSE I REALIZED I NEED TO PLAN A STORY LIKE THIS BETTER. Find my better story (on @momento-heapass) called After the Flood. - - - Cultists? In MY town's woods? It's more likely than you think. - - - This is just a fun Creepypasta/Marble Hornets-ish x Reader with my own little spin. PLEASE NOTICE: The characters used in this story are not mine. Please check the chapter titled "Crediting" to learn more.

"．．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. 〈

❝ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘥͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ❞ ┗━━━━ ➤ ➤ ➤ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓* ˚ ✦ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴛꜱ │ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴜ ◣━━━━━━━━◢ ''..🍂: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: ▫ 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ▫ 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ▫ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 ▫ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

(SLENDER PROXIES X Gender Neutral READER) "The hornets nest resides within the cabin besides the lake, enclosed by the woods that hides the infected, on the world that reeks of evil. Within ourselves, is Where The Hornets Nest." Impressive Tags - 1#Marblehornets 1#ticcitoby 1# hoodieandmasky 1#hoodiexreader 1#timwright 1#Katethechaser