"I am your new foster father." "...." "Um, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Are you hungry? What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, it's just that...." "That what?" "...How'd you get a smile that big?"

This is a FanFiction of Dr. Smiley. No I do not own Dr. Smiley or his origin story. This story I am also still working on so it will be a while before I publish the story. I also made the cover, by my hands with watercolor. I also have another fanfiction of him in my "Who needs eyes to see your messed up?". Also, if you have a request for a fanfiction, feel free to message me!

I Need A New Phone 'Cos Jeff the Dick Broke It. Now I Can't Use Tumblr Anymore. (Also My Wi-Fi Went Out.) Camryn Reynolds is that one girl who never puts down her phone. It's like her life. She's a Tumblr girl and is very passionate about it. She's weird, awkward and hangs out with people just as weird. But, of course, rumor spreads of the notorious Jeff the Killer and she's immediately intrigued. Little did she know that the smiling killer is actually real. She realizes this when she comes face-to-face with the man. Unfortunately, he breaks her phone which nobody on this Earth should ever, EVER do. So Jeff is forced to be her slave as payment/punishment for breaking her precious phone, Richard. Yes, its name is Richard. Can Jeff repay his seemingly endless debt or will he stay Camryn's man-servant...FOREVER?! He probably won't repay his debt. Yeah, he definitely won't. This is something Jeff never expected: to be enslaved by an introvert who could care less that all of the CreepyPastas she reads are real. [WARNING: LOTS OF STUPID]

I didnt write this but i have been given permission to post this This is (c) Valentinesdaygreen and a link to where i found the story http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

When a young teenage girl by the age of 16 named Lauren is partially obsessed with Creepypasta, she starts to suddenly feel uneasy being alone in her parents house over the summer. Shadows are appearing, and voices are being heard. The worst part is when you feel like you're being watched. Then you realise the figure in the corner. You blink then it's gone.

You couldn't stop it. The evil that was taking over, you couldn't control it. You needed to kill. It was telling you to. You've done it before, so why do you stop the blade above this hooded man's chest? You stared into his glowing red eyes, for once since becoming a proxy, hesitating. "I'm not the one who wants to hurt you." Creepypasta. Hoodie x Reader. Mentions Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, and more.