❝ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘥͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ❞ ┗━━━━ ➤ ➤ ➤ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓* ˚ ✦ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴛꜱ │ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴜ ◣━━━━━━━━◢ ''..🍂: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: ▫ 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ▫ 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ▫ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 ▫ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

You realized that life might change for the better or worse over a simple fact that you stumbled upon something you ought not see. So tell me, was it all worth it? "...i care for you..."

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.

The goggles blinding your view sends fear tickling down your spine. The mouth guard mimics a smile worth a thousand words. This threat is here to kill you. Although you want to welcome it with open arms, the one in front of you still scares you. More neck turns, although now it sounds like it's the cracking of a neck rather than swift head turns. Each click makes you push further back into the arm gripping your side.... DISCLAIMERS : -Toby is not dialogued in accordance to his ticks, but stutters and stumbling over words are mentioned! It's just a lot to put in and I want my readers to be focused on the plot rather than his Tourette's. -if you aren't comfortable with many scenarios that involve injury or sensitive thoughts or cursing, please read at your own risk. the point is for fun, and I don't want to trigger anything for my readers :( -I drew the cover :) but it was when I had my old username and i'm definitely not redrawing that LOL

(✔️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)

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

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

You, the Reader, is a transfer student from Ohio. During your time in your new location, you find yourself involved with the unknown. P.s. this book was written when I was 11, and currently revising the book. Also, Check out my other books: Ben Drowned x Reader: https://www.wattpad.com/story/22599941-ben-drowned-x-reader-revise-in-progress Slenderman x Reader: https://www.wattpad.com/story/178038239-slender-man-x-reader Jeff The Killer x Reader: https://www.wattpad.com/story/180652336-jeff-the-killer-x-reader Masky x Reader: Coming soon.

Y/N is a college student just trying to survive the semester-stress, late nights. But she begins noticing things. Voices through her dorm radio. Her things slightly moved. A feeling of being watched that she can't shake. Her friends chalk it up to stress.