(Creepypasta X FemReader) Some say I'm too sensitive but truth is...I just feel too much. Every word. Every action. Every energy. Everything just goes straight to my heart. My life was never really a perfect life but it was at least decent. But its always quite possible things will turn out far better than they appear so I always look forward to tomorrow. But recently things have been horrible and there's this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I feel I should listen to. Who knew listening to a gut feeling would've given me something so powerful... ~~~~~~~~~ Author's personal favorite part of the book: "Man, do you know how fast angels are? Like, daaaaaamn! Can you believe I am feeling the tiniest bit exhausted? WOW!" ~~~~~~~~~ The original photo of the cover belongs to SunProjects, credit goes to them for the artwork! I just edited it to make the cover, all photos aren't mine unless said otherwise. Thank you! First published: September 18, 2021 Yea this is an X Reader, yea this is a creepypasta story- what of it? Take note, take this into careful consideration! The Contents within this story will disturb you. I am basing the killers as real life criminals, criminals who do not care what age you are to hook up with, criminals who don't care about your personal boundaries, who won't ask for permission or be your usual fictional Creepypasta characters. But I wont be that fucking rude, I'm mixing them with fiction and reality. More in Ch1. ╮(─▽─)╭

Creepypasta X Reader (still) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After Winning the First Game of "Hunting Points" in the forbidden forest where Y/N and her now deceased friends entered, things have gotten a bit out of hand for Y/N. She lost her step mother... Fears for her friends... Has issues she refuses to believe... And has love issues she didn't know would be such a big problem... Now that she has so many new people around her and her world has grown, she has the chance to grow up the right way. But its not long till its not the right way anymore. She holds her fate. She holds her path. She holds what happens to her life. She was Fragile, yes...but she grew strong. I wonder how long it will take for her to SHΔTTΣR~! School has ended, and Y/N is currently training with Slenderman. She has been training with him after school and after her job. She's also connected a little more with her bitch of a mother's Boyfriend, who is a lot more caring than she thought he would be. And well, I'll let Y/N tell you all about it... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lol, part 2 of "Fragile..?" !! Y'all, pay attention to the Book Covers, they give away KEY DETAILS about the books and I wanna see theories! Okay?! Lmao, anyways! I hope you enjoy and I hope you like this second part as it's about to get a whole lot better! And please remember that this is a Mature book. Things will be gory and sickening and uncomfortable. I have warned you so please do not complain or say how disgusted you are unless its a joke or a teasing reply to what was said by whoever in the book. ,'3

People always told you not to pick up hitchhikers but you can't say no when they had a knife against your throat. Traveling across the country to begrudgingly visit her sister's wedding with a promise to introduce her made up "boyfriend" to her family, (Y/N), sets off in her beat up car with her never ending mix tapes and unhealthy amount of energy drinks in a seemingly normal, pain filled, cliché road trip of a lifetime. But when she gets ambushed by an infamous killer in a gas station, she finds herself traveling alongside him. What could be worse than to have a killer as your roadtrip buddy? Having 5 more killers at your side, duh.

» "𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝." "𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙." « »"𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖-ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜."« • • • • »𝔽𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕀𝕊 ℂℝ𝕌𝔼𝕃, 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼, 𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈 »𝕆𝕌ℝ ℙℝ𝕆𝕋𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕊, 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝙸𝚃 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. ---- ⚠︎𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹⚠︎: I do not own any character nor story point from My Hero Academia and Creepypasta. Marble Hornets also does not belong to me. CLAIMER: I am the original writer of MHVA, I just decided to rewrite it in this account. Do not report me for anything. WARNINGS: Swearing√ Heavy Gore√ Mentions of drugs√ Hitler Jokes√

You could be considered the mailperson of the Creepypasta world, taking letters, threats, and people from Creepypasta to Creepypasta. What happens when you encounter some of the more famous killers? These stories are kinda like oneshots, loosely connected but you can still skip around to your favs (Also Slenderman won't get one because he's like, a thousand years old)

"Swear to me you'll be back." "Of course, dust bunny." I first saw him when I was eight. Standing at the edge of the meadow, staring. But...he didn't have any eyes. I gave him a poppy, and he patted my bruised cheek and sent me along. My dad disappeared the next day. No one hit me anymore. The Slenderman saved me that day. It's been seven years since I've seen him. Well, until tonight, that is. I'm Sable, and I think I just made the worst mistake of my life.

[EYELESS JACK, 111K] "Why didn't you say anything if you already knew who I was?" "I didn't know. Not then." "So your first instinct as a functioning college student, when you get attacked in your own bedroom by a masked cannibal...is to look them up and see if they're some viral internet story." "No, my first instinct was to beat the shit out of you." - Sawyer Rafael has had her entire life dealt to her in absolutes: she is disadvantaged in more ways than one. She will be cheated and pushed around by the people above her. She will make it out bruised, but alive. And she will be a doctor. But things start twisting, folding over, and layering in more ways than she could imagine on the first truly interesting night of her 20s; the night somebody makes an attempt on her life, allegedly for his own survival. For once, she isn't handed a dictating statement about her future, but a question. "Will you help me?"

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

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?