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Nothing much can be said about her. She's a plain office worker who lives like a lonely teenager outside of work. Her life is pretty mundane, but she'd never admit it. Who would have thought it would take seeing a woman getting dissected to realize how boring her life was. Or maybe it was the killer that made her realize that.

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?

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

୨⎯ "Here, Let me help you up."⎯୧ Who knew that the person who was supposedly going to kill her had become such an important role in her life? Starring Y/n as the nobody who is actually really funny when you get to know her. Masky as the kindest mean person Y/n has ever met. [ I wrote this as a very early teenager. This is in no means a good fic. Please read with caution.] 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 '𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞' 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠3 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits by Blxrrii Masky fanart done by dead_ghxsty

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

[discontinued] selcouth ; (streɪndʒ ) adj. odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner, etc; peculiar. Let's say, hypothetically, you were bored. Now, any person thinking straight would do exactly what you decided to do. You texted a random number. ----- this is 100% crack probably spoiler: it absolutely was not "omg what if you named it the same way marble hornets was named 💀 just take the first two things yiu see /j" - twistednoglastia jan 20 2022, not expecting me to do quite literally that two seconds later CONTENT WARNINGS: Disassociation (Dissociative Amnesia to a severe degree) Trauma Murder Jokes of murder Actual murder Dead siblings Dead parents Severe Depression

ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ── ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨... ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she was hired to investigate a specific state and find out why crimes have been drastically rising, on the way, she stumbled upon a group of broken people who thrive illegally to forget about their tragic past, bestowed upon her, she will soon play an important role in their lives. started: 1st august 2022 ended: 28th february 2023 © credits goes to the artist

Numinous [adj] being both fearful and awed by what is before you 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: 𝑴𝒆 :) 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 (𝑶𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝑨𝒓𝒕) 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 Word Range: 800-1700 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 【Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ　ｔｏ：𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫】 【！！ＡＤＭＩＮ　ＮＯＴＩＣＥ！！】 ✎ While this book is not realistic, it's not drastically unrealistic either [pick-me reader, overuse of stuttering (that isn't Toby), singing at the most random of times, etc. Started: 7/25/2021 Notable Rankings: #15 in creepypastafanfiction 7/29/2021 #1 in creepypastafanfiction 8/2/2021 ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I slowly raised my hands up, signaling I was willing to comply. "Smart." The man noted with a low-husky voice. Something I should remember if I survive this. "What is it that you want?" I asked in a monotone voice hindering any type of intention. He chuckled once again, probably with the satisfaction at how compliant I was. "You're probably thinking I want money, oddly enough, I want you." [Enjoy dear readers]

An overly-curious girl aiming to solve the death of her beloved sister and survive in the woods of the slender man. Sleeper- 'A spy who is placed in a target country or organization not to undertake an immediate mission but to act as a potential asset if activated.' Proxy- 'Those who are possessed or under the influence of Slenderman.' Cover by @Blxrrii WARNING: UNDER MAJOR EDITING; edited chapters are marked. beyond them are the original chapters, so don't be surprised when it's shitty.