After a catastrophic event in your remote farmhouse leaves you unconscious, you wake up in a house... not just any house. A mansion full of monsters- carved smiles, empty eye sockets, masks, and tension. You seemed to have caught someone's eye though. Contains harsh language, and graphic content. (Body horror, vomit, disturbing actions, sex scenes, I tried to be as realistic as possible. Re-readinh this, it's a rather disgusting story so if you're queazy about this stuff be careful). I've been a part of the creepypasta fandom FOR A MINUTE. (Now I'm talking like 10 years...) So I'm basically a veteran loser. My creepypasta addiction is seeping back into my life, so I decided to start up a brand new wattpad account and begin writing little stories that came to mind.

❝𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞ ׂ╰┈➤ [ various! creepypasta x fem! reader ] ➤ IN WHICH, your search for purpose gets you swamped into a world of serial killers, monsters, and faceless fears. Questions pile into more questions as your friends, peers, and strangers start to drop dead one after the other. Just what did your dad do to deserve their wrath? And why are these demons convinced you're hiding something from them? Maybe it's your purpose to die early, or maybe, just maybe, you can save the people you love. ⚠︎ ║ TAGS: • yandere creepypasta • creepypasta x reader • obsession, stalking, dark • morally grey reader

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

This book had depictions of abuse and toxic relationships. It's not a book that should be fetishized, I think that this is how the creepypastas would actually treat you if you were captured. Please read with caution.

"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

Unfortunately Tobias Rogers needs help, and your the only one who can help him. But that doesn't mean either of you will enjoy your time spent together. Will you be able to get over your dislike and realize your true feelings? Ticci Toby X Reader

It all started with the Sickness: strange dreams, haunting woods and blood....lots of blood. Everything's inside your mind; at least that's what everyone kept saying, your illness was taking a toll on you and eventually, you were forced onto isolation from the rest of the world. Only for them to get you. They have kept their eyes on you for long enough, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity. And now, you find yourself into a merciless war that isn't even yours. Will you survive?

𝘐𝘯 2013, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚... I'm not gonna so a TW because you should know what you're getting into if you're reading the damn thing. Anyways, I've been thinking of writing this for months now and I'm finally going to do it. There may or may not be a little 🍋 in this... I'll try to update it at least once a week, but during the summer I'll get to write at least once every couple days. Enjoy <3 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍'｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ૮₍ '𖦹 ˕ ×' ₎ა ૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

(✔️finished) They met in a grocery store. she accidentally hit him with a coke and then didn't stop talking. but will they meet again and what happens if she finds out about his true identity? Only one way to find out ;) pronouns of y/n are she/her but the gender doesn't affect the story so it can still be read if you use other pronouns (if you don't mind reading she/her)

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.