Are you in love with a lot of your favorite Creepypasta characters and wonder what you love life would be like if you dated him well this story will help you.

"What's that?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed as the pair watched something on the lake. Slendy looked perplexed. "Well, Jeff. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a body." was his only reply as he walked towards it. Something ghostly seemed to float over the body, as if attached but unable to break free. Slendy stood at the lake's edge, watching the blond-haired child's body float before abruptly seding out a tentacle. Jeff glanced over at him to see a jar in one hand, a tentacle hauling the body closer. The body became close enough to touch and another tentacle swiped the wispy connection between the figure and body. ______________________ Meet Jeff. A teenage prankster with a penchent for mischief. Jeff and Slendy are out on patrol when they see... something... floating on the lake. As they draw closer, they realise it's a body... one with a soul unable to leave. Slendy severs the body and soul ties and brings the soul back to ressurect it's body. Now meet Ben. A small blond teen (Yes, teen) that desperately wants to escape Zalgo's grasps. His wish leads to him drowning himself with the hopes that no one will find him. And when someone does and he's brough back, well. He doesn't take it too well. He panics, and would have left too if it hadn't been for the fact he saw Slenderman. Ben'd heard of him, the man that takes in the useless, too-far-gone CreepyPastas. But he's also heard he's a healer, someone who works wonders and defends all. Excuse Ben for wanting a fresh start. ______________________ This will contain yaoi. Have fun little ones!

Jörmund is getting older, his years as a young battle mage have left him and it seems, for a wizard of his decree, he's seen and done all there is to do within the land of Lycia. Three evil rulers, a slew of flaming dragons, foreign armies, undead uprising, magical cataclysm with the abyss and nether-realm. He's been the man to start and finish the resistance and revolution, and these days all he does is stave off aching joints and whistle at the wind. Jörmund wishes for one final adventure, or for a fitting death to grant him his place with his brethren and friends amidst the heavens.

Apart of a writing contest between my friends and I. George is in love with a man who can't eat.

I never knew he was famous..... but, I don't care. he helped me. I love him. do I? yes..... but with my problems? my fucked up life? how can he possible love me? I'm disgusted with myself. I'm worthless. but he loves me.... he does? yes. Indeed. he does.

Brendon is definitely the party type... however, Dallon really isn't. Dallon lost a bet, Brendon lost a bet. Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time Basically in which Dallon and Brendon meet at a party, and are instantly attracted to each other. But Brendon's got a lot of crazy things that went down in the past, and Dallon is there for him when they come back to haunt him.

Brendon decides that hating Dallon is easier than not being able to act on his real feelings. A.K.A. real life.