All the stories are true. All of the sightings, the myths, the legends, the encounters. Deep inside the darkest forest, is a mansion full of killers who feast on the blood of the innocent and not so innocent. There really is a man with long arms and hands, whose face is as blank as death. This band of misfits truly considers themselves the last family that have left. Until they met you. Slenderman saw great potential in you when, even on your last beats of strength, managed to take down his Proxies and Jeff the Killer. Slowly, but surely, the Pastas nursed you back to health and sharpened your abilities to their maximum. This was it, you finally had a group of friends you could call family. All was good. Well, in your life, at least. The truth is, you're being hunted. By none other than the most powerful demon that could ever roam this earth, Zalgo, Lord of the Underealm. And, to your uncomfort, your father. Ever since you had fought him and fled his kingdom, he has done everything in his power to torment you into returning home. You vowed to Slenderman that you would never leave and betray the Creeps. You couldn't. After all they had done for you? But how long can your promise last? Will Zalgo manage to break you? And who will be strong enough to stay by your side? Warning: major swearing *cough cough* Jeffrey Woods *cough cough* This is also a Male!Reader × Jane the Killer story. Even though, yes, I know she's lesbian but let a guy dream (even though I'm not a guy)!

(adj.) Half dead of exhaustion 《Creepypasta x reader》 (ORGINALLY ON AO3 AS "They never existed", BY ME AKA NATSUKIISSIMP) You woke up one day, and suddenly, all of your creepypasta searches disappeared, with Google saying no such things exists. You head to school confused and end up meeting new people, who reminded you an awful lot like the creepypastas backstorys... With the hope to be able to save them from their cruel destiny's, you realize it's dangerous to even do so with many risks of roping the ones you love with your fantasy of playing hero. But one main question still lingers, How'd they become real? or rather.. How did you get here? BTW, Remember that this is purely fiction. Idealization of killers or psychopaths is unhealthy, be sure to know the line. luv ya😋 I decided to publish this on wattpad too cause why not so yeah enjoy! ANYTHING THAT ISNT MINE BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Album cover thingies at the top of the chapter are made by me (made in picsart) Anything that isn't mine belongs to their rightful owner WARNINGS ☆ BLOOD ☆CURSING ☆DARK THEMES?

One traumatized nutcase trying to live her life, an entity who's been trying to obtain her, and multiple weirdos who won't leave her alone. Story may contain disturbing writing including; violence, yandere behavior, smut, swearing, criminal acts, etc.

"You're kidding, right? You can't possibly think of sending me back in time." "Well, maybeee..." IN WHICH an insatiable mad scientist sent his beloved wife back in time to help his younger self rebuild humanity without a grain of explanation of his mischief. 13 July 2024 - 9 July 2025 ©Asuna_Luino

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. --- A juxtaposition, you were to him. As the teenage world - high school - seemed to collapse under the pressures of social groups and conforming to the image one presented, you were more than one-dimensional than many assumed. You stood in the spotlight that everyone assumed you wanted, whilst he could only linger by the sidelines, a quiet observer to whom you never expected to find such comfort with. Yet the further you sink into the hole of his life, the nuance he had and how eccentric he seemed, would you grow more and more desensitised to the worst he could show, as the horrors of his mind would lay bare by the simple factor of his infatuation. ---

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺 ➥(ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴋɴʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ────▼──── ➥𝐘/𝐧, the one and only being to have mastered every Breathing Style. But the question remains: how? A mystery left unanswered. She has never stepped into the outside world- her only company being two younglings, Hikaru and his twin sister Hikari, who see Y/n as the only mother they've ever known. ❝𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ 𒅒⚠️❛ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❜⚠️𒅒 ✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: Mature Language ✘ Dark Topics ✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 24 | 10 | 2025 ✦ 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: - ✦ 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒: SLOW ✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: ONGOING 𒅒⚠️ ❛ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❜⚠️𒅒

"I can rearrange your organs for you, mister!" "...That sounded like a threat." In which an unhinged little demon uses her Blood Demon Art to heal people! Will things turn out differently with her there? #1 in kny #1 in demonslayer #1 in kimetsunoyaiba

"𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" ┋@𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘢𝘩. f!reader

What? How did you end up in a love triangle with the two most emotionless people I know? Trust me I dont even know it by myself ... "Both of the itoshi brothers kissed you?" "Well...! Yes!" "And which one did you kiss back?" "Uhm Both?" Rin x fem. Reader x Sae

"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