When I stare at his emerald eyes I see hope, but when I see his smirk forming... I know I'm going to regret this...

This is by no means a story of which a girl falls in love with this amazing, hot serial killer who is so protective of her in the slender mansion. This is twisted story. A story of gore and sociopathy details that gives the real meaning of Jeff the killer, a mad man who barely feels anything who somehow feels a slither of emotion for some suicidal girl. Trigger Warning: There is gore, suicidal references, suicide, cursing, and murder. Disclaimer: None of these characters or artwork is mine. Only the story is. Also there will be no lemons. There will be no characters who fall into the stereotypical category like how Toby likes waffles. I mean yeah waffles are great but Toby isn't this happy, energetic teen who is so sweet. If you believe that, please go actually do your research and read his story :)

-this story is VERY old, very cringy, so do what you want with this information- (Y/N) moved in a new town with her mother to start a new life. Quickly, she and her new friends are thrown into a killer's game. Murder and torture will soon be the norm. Is there even a way out when the killer desperately wants to keep (Y/N) locked in his grip? _________________________________

"My dear, you should fear me." "You said that when we first met, Slenderman." "Because it's true. You shouldn't be around me." "So you would rather me be with him? You would rather him touch me and not you?" That girl and her wits. She knows that I want her all for myself, and no one will stand in my way. Not even that pesky brother of mine. - - - - "He won't interfere with us tonight, darling~" "You only want me for my body, Offenderman, you don't truly love me like he does." "Of course I do. My darling, I would have taken you so long ago when we first met if that was the case." "Y-You mean it...?" "I mean every word. But one day, I will have you to myself." I can't help myself when I'm around you sometimes. You know this darling. And I'll do everything in my power to stop him from putting his hands on your body. Before I even get the chance.

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

You and your friend, (F/N) were walking to your dorm from college. Then unexpectedly, something out of the normal happened. When the events happened, you and (F/N)'s life will never be normal ever again.

Completed! Who is she? the creepypasta thought to them self what happens when a demon slayer meet the creepypasta? Will she let them survive or suffer and become enemies but WHO IS SHE REALLY? 🦋started:February /18 /2022🦋 🗡ended: june/27/2023🗡

Her dad brings her to a house of strange people, soon to be her friends. He leaves after a while and finds a new occupation. How unfortunate for her for what happens next.

There was a young man who had everything, friends, family, popularity, looks, and acceptance. One day everything changed and he lost everything in a snap. Not long after that, he had met some friends that excepted him in any way he'd take. He is very friendly with people. He watches anime in his free time and plays video games, he draws and reads manga. Who wouldn't want to hang out with someone like that?

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)