▬▬▬▬ ( 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 l/n, a high school student who finds herself in a bad position after trying to make her life a little more interesting. this story focuses on the younger years. creepypasta x reader

TRIGGER- Blood, Sexual Assault, Sadism, masochism, violence, etc. That is definitely not all but I am NOT responsible for your reaction to MY story. It's mature for a fucking reason. I will not be adding a trigger warning for each chapter. If I make spelling or grammar mistakes, tell me, I will fix them. I have rewritten this about three times. I'm not sure where it's going but you are y/n. You're smart, calm, and composed. Everything changes when you're forced to snap and you're taken to the Creepypasta Mansion, on your own terms. You and Masky meet officially at the dining room table, and from that point on, you're rivals. He breaks your composure and you do your best to get on his nerves. Though more often than not, your kind, but he just really gets under your nails. This story is not lovey dovey, I hate that sudden switch.

You never imagined being taken in the night by monsters. That was-until you discovered a realm of ancient secrets, desperate deals, and newfound magic at your doorstep. Now, on the run with a band of serial killers sworn to protect you, it's up to you to save your family before it's too late. But will you have what it takes to defeat the power of a thousand-year-old debt? And, in the end, will you be able to make the ultimate sacrifice-even at the cost of your own life? A book edition of Bugsy Potter's Room Without A View quiz series on Quotev.

do or do not read this i cannot look at this like every time i get a notification abt this or anything related a little part of me dies. i wrote this when i was 12 and have tried to make it somewhat better but nothing can save this.

"Excuse my rude behavior, I hadn't eaten in days. But I believe you and I could make good friends if you allow me to eat here and take whatever I need." A sadistic grin crept the man's ghostly white face. "And what if I don't let you?" The intruder's grin grew even larger. It was purely sinister, maniacal. [Name] cursed at herself for trying to be bold. "Then you and your friend will die." ~ After discovering a corpse near her work place, [Name] finds herself traumatized and obsessed with the murders happening around her town. Had she listened to the logic in the back of her brain and not the other part incapable of letting go of the traumatic incident, maybe fate wouldn't feel so close. But the strange bond she forms with the maniacal serial killer shows that everyone, even monsters, have scars to heal. Highest Ranking: #41 creepypasta !! Cover art is by @shatteredankles on insta !!

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : "I meant what I said, you have potential." I rested my head against his chest for support, taking in the sounds of the woods and his beating organ. My shaking body was frequently punctured by the winter night, slowly, but surely melting away every sign of life in my broken heart. "You need to learn that in order to live, you have to lose. Isaac is the past, us five are your future." All I heard was; "We took away your past, so you would have no use but to follow in our deadly path."

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

JEFF THE KILLER x READER S N E A K P E A K : I slowly brought my right hand up to my mouth, I could taste the horrible sensation of torn flesh on my tongue, against my teeth as the crimson waters swirled beyond my lips. My stomach twisted, making me give out a sickening gurgle. "Y-You, can't hurt me." I gave out a shaky breath, eyeing the tall man above my weak frame while my eyes began to burn and water as it's presence hardened in a mocking manner. "I already have." Something hit me hard. .. somehow got #1 in jeffthekillerxreader (this is prolly the worst series ive made and i wrote these ff when i was in psychosis so uh)

"．．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. 〈