[Eyeless Jack x Reader] The Faller is the one who downs the trees.

[Creepypasta x Female! Reader] You wouldn't necessarily consider yourself to be a piece of shit, but there are definitely people out there that are better than you as a person. After failing to get pussy from the hot milf teacher you worked for, you start to realize that maybe if you were an even shittier person, you wouldn't be in this fucking mess. The mess you were in? Being targeted by serial killers just because you showed some basic human decency and helped someone. That's it. The next time you see someone injured on the sidewalk, you're leaving them to bleed out and die. This is fucking bullshit. [Also on Quotev and Ao3 under the same name]

Tobias Erin Rodgers, burdened by various mental health challenges from a young age, earned the cruel nickname "Ticci-Toby." He cleverly turned the insult on its head, reclaiming it as his own. After a tragic car accident that took his sister's life, he murdered his father only two weeks later that propelled him into further isolation. After his father's death, he disappeared, eventually finding refuge and a strange sense of community within the Slendermansion, surrounded by his proxy peers. Years passed, and his role within the group grew; he was given his own isolated cabin deep within the woods, a place of quiet solitude with the added responsibility of the continuation of his bidding. Yet, the monotonous routine of killing people in the woods gnawed at him. The silence became deafening. One night, the sight of a lone, vulnerable girl wandering in his woods ignited a spark within him. He followed her, his initial curiosity quickly transforming into something much darker, an unhealthy fixation that consumed him. Valeriana moves through life like a whisper trapped between shadows, a quiet, moody figure whose silence feels heavier than any scream. Ever since the night she returned from the gas station to find her parents' bodies cooling on the floor, the walls marked with an O slashed through by a single violent X, and her twin brother Valerian vanished without a trace, she has learned to keep her grief folded tightly inside herself. Years have passed, but the image of that blood-drawn symbol stains every dark corner she lingers in, every breath she takes behind the bar where she now works, serving strangers under dim lights while silently watching for any sign-however small-that might lead her back to the truth, or to him.

After a long drunken Halloween night, you find yourself willingly picking up three masked strange hitchhikers. Your over friendliness intrigues them and throws you into a world of romance, horror, insanity, and despair. (All credits of any creepypasta/marble hornets character belong to their respectful owners. I own none of these beloved characters and hope you all enjoy.)

▬▬▬▬ ( creepypasta / 𝗳𝗲𝗺! reader ) ❝HAVEN'T YOU TAKEN ENOUGH FROM ME?❞ ꩜ 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 ـــــــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ ‎ ╰┈➤ A past stained with violence, crime, and police sirens. Her new goal：build a normal life, have a steady job, friends, and peaceful walks in the park without fear. But normalcy has a price, and shadows from her former self refuse to stay buried. ⦻ ‎ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ⊱ HIGHEST RANKING ⊰ ⌗3 on slenderman (10/19/25) ⌗20 on xreader (6/21/25) ⌗2 on creepypastaxreader (07/19/25) ⌗5 on creepypasta (10/24/25) ⌗1 on proxies (7/12/25) ⌗1 on marblehornets (6/23/25) ⌗1 on hoodie (7/16/25) ⌗1 on masky (7/19/25) ⌗2 on sallywilliams (7/6/25) ⌗1 ok therake (7/6/25) ⌗1 on totheark (7/6/25) ⌗1 on katethechaser (7/6/25) ⌗3 on smiledog (7/6/25) ⌗14 on bloodypainter (7/7/25) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ mature themes and language [ various creepypasta ] started: may 31, 2025 ended: n/a © ozurie， colieflowrr

Y/N is a young woman who spends her days reading up on various myths and legends. The supernatural has always interested her, and once she found a group of like minded people she was as happy as could be. That is, until they all got caught up in the stories of Slenderman. So many sightings, so many disappearances, there was no way he didn't exist. Yet they were still skeptical, and so was the rest of the world. They needed proof, and they were going to find it if it was the last thing they'd ever do. Unfortunately, for some of them it would be. [ᴇᴊ, ᴊᴛᴋ, ᴍᴀꜱᴋʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

The goggles blinding your view sends fear tickling down your spine. The mouth guard mimics a smile worth a thousand words. This threat is here to kill you. Although you want to welcome it with open arms, the one in front of you still scares you. More neck turns, although now it sounds like it's the cracking of a neck rather than swift head turns. Each click makes you push further back into the arm gripping your side.... DISCLAIMERS : -Toby is not dialogued in accordance to his ticks, but stutters and stumbling over words are mentioned! It's just a lot to put in and I want my readers to be focused on the plot rather than his Tourette's. -if you aren't comfortable with many scenarios that involve injury or sensitive thoughts or cursing, please read at your own risk. the point is for fun, and I don't want to trigger anything for my readers :( -I drew the cover :) but it was when I had my old username and i'm definitely not redrawing that LOL

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]

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/

You always wanted a way out of town and away from the trauma of your every day life, but who knew it would come to you in a blue mask? Your life was certainly troubled. You had no parents- they were stripped away from you by a faceless thing in the woods one night when you were a small child. You had a troubled friend group. You had a stressful, mind-numbing minimum wage job. You had a broken home, completed by the drunken, careless uncle who had once promised to take care of you and your siblings. It made you want to disappear. The grey man dressed in black was a surprise to you after a chaotic night at home, and it was just his luck you even found him. However, what you thought to be a strange new friend was lethal and full of old horrors, and you soon come to find that he wants to be much more than just friends. (Cover art belongs to me!) Started: 8/26/2022 First Published: 10/15/2022 Finished: [Pending]