Ten days? You have ten days left to live, but in those ten days, you have to act like you're dating him. What type of situation is that? A messed up one. Petty secrets... Incumbent lies... Weird, right? You don't even know this guy and, quite frankly, you're scared to death. It almost seems like fate is tempting you, slowly luring you into a black hole of what your life will soon be. But what will happen if Jeff seems to slowly attach himself to you? Will his protective actions be enough to keep away those dirty secrets and lies that are locked away in the barricades of his mind? Some lies may just be a cover, and some truths may lead to others, but there is an even bigger picture that you may not be alive to paint. Your life is about to turn into a nightmare. How many days will you last? (The reader is identified as female in this story. However, this does not mean other gender identities cannot read this.) -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Summer Creepypasta Awards (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *1st Place in Creepy/Evil/Supernatural 2015 Summer xReader FanFiction Awards (@FanFiction_Awards)* *#210 in Fanfiction* -+- First book in the Killer Romance Series. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) I don't own Jeff the Killer and I don't own you. Most of the characters presented in this book do not belong to me. Picture used in the cover isn't mine. Credit to the creator. -+- 2023 UPDATE: I wrote this story almost 10 years ago when I was a teenager. Reading back through it now, I can see so many things I wish I wrote differently. So many things that I find just... cringy. It's one of the reasons I cannot complete the series. I really wish that one day I'll rewrite this entire thing to be more sensible. For now, I hope that you can enjoy what gave me so much joy as a teen. Thank you to everyone who has come back to leave such nice comments after so many years. I will return to writing one day.

Laughing Jack has gone missing. No, he's not missing - he was stolen, by a band of ghost children led by a mysterious cloaked man. Left without Slenderman and the majority of their housemates, five creepypastas form an unlikely ragtag rescue team, then form an even more unlikely alliance with an alcoholic demon named Zalgo, in order to venture into a dangerous territory to bring Laughing Jack back home. But, under the eerie light of an unnatural golden moon, a few of their own inner demons are determined to take THEM home, too... home to the grave. Wear a coat, darlings. The chill is coming for you.

BEN's a creepypasta, and just like all creepypastas, he's used to being the one controlling humans. But what happens when an organization, much like the SCP, retaliates, and manages to turn the tables; make the killers the ones begging for mercy-? Who's wrong, and who's right? One can only wonder... (Note: BEN Drowned is the main character of this science-fiction fanfiction. Most pastas will be featured, but the story is told from BEN's point of view. Possible smut/lemon content. Fanart is appreciated. Updates will come every couple weeks.)