Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest. Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation. Trying to solve this mystery you find out how much deeper this mess actually goes. So you just try to stop, multiple times but you still keep getting dragged in. Getting stalked and targeted by 4 murderers wasn't really your goal but oh well! Will you survive after finding out about the paranormal part of this situation or not? Will you accept the help from the "red frowny faced mask fucker" or not? Find out and read! (Slow burn! Self insert! Neutral-masc reader! No smut!) (don't recommend reading this under 16 years of age) (Also! Ik Hoodie & Masky are from marble hornets, I just rly like the mh x crp crossover. I also don't claim the other crp/mh character unless I say so & ticci Toby was created by kastoway.)

"．．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. 〈

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

A celebration gone wrong. What are you going to do when you awaken with a hangover, a body of fur, and the realization your no longer human? How are you going to interact with your neighbors who call the woodlands there home? --------------------------------------------- This is an X Reader however your name wont be used very often. #1 creepypastaxreader /2022-01-19 #1 creepypasta /2022-03-07

Sequel to Good Luck!- So I'm finally here. In these white walls. So much for luck. What am I without it? --------------------------- WARNING- makes light of heavy topics #1 Proxies / 2022-05-06 #1 Goodluck / 2022-08-19 #1 Lucky / 2023-01-18

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