This is just some fluff that I've wanted to write for awhile. The draft has been run through my friends who enjoyed i immensely WARNING: SOME OF THE EVENTS IN THE STORY ARE TRAGIC AND SAD. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND I APOLOGIZE IF THIS UPSETS PEOPLE. JUST WANTED TO WARN YOU GUYS IT IS SAD 2/9/2016: Highest rank: #127 in Random 2/21/2019: NEW Highest Rank: #9 in Darkiplier 2/23/2019: NEW NEW Highest Rank: #5 in Antisepticeye Holy shite, fam what is going on!?

An Irish Angel has fallen for a certain someone.

Hey guys! This is my story, I am open to feedback and constructive criticism, but please guys keep it nice and not mean. The original story is on Quotev, with the same title.

This story has over 80k reads so far and over 3k Votes. I'm so happy. :3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! (P.S. This is the first book in my HxR series. The second is HxR: Failure is Not an Option, and the third is HxR: Eternal Bond, and the fourth is HxR: After the Fact)

Slendy needs more Creepypastas. So he takes Splendy's advice and makes a summer camp to train some chosen kids to become Creepypastas. He sends out letters to the chosen kids to tell them that they have been chosen. You live with your little brother and abusive father. What happens when you get one of the letters and you have to go to Camp Creepypasta. I don't own the Creepypastas or the pictures (unless I draw them).