Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

Y/N works at a 24/7 diner. That is until one day, during her night shift, they get some unwanted customers. What happens when a certain delusional murderer decides to keep her instead of shoving a hatchet through her head? This story has been discontinued for now. Warning: Mature content. More information inside. Credits I don't own Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky or any of the Creepypastas mentioned in this book. I only own the story. The cover is an edit I made, but the art is not mine. All credits go to the author.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭. 🪚∘˙ˏ🥩.ᐟ 彡๑ ֶֶָָ֢֢𖹭₊˚ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢ .𓉸⊹♡ ⦻ 𖦹 °✩ ✘⎯ Eighteen, naive to the point of danger, you drift through life with wide eyes and an open heart-never seeing the warning signs until it's too late. When a chance encounter ties your fate to a group of killers, your world tilts on its axis. ♱ ₊˚🕸⋆They are violent. They are dangerous. And for reasons you can't understand, they want you close. ⌖ ⁺˚⋆｡𐕣° You carry a secret, one you don't fully understand yourself. And as the truth unravels, your innocence will either destroy you or turn into something you never imagined you could be. ₊˚ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅ ⚠︎ ˙⊹ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ☠︎︎ ☆|˙⊹ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴀғᴇ ʸ!ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

[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