In the beginning, all you could see was darkness. It was as if you had faded into nothingness, the inky black hands of unconsciousness pulling you under. When you awoke, you were met with the horrifying reality of the killing game. Kids being forced to slaughter one another for the slim chance of freedom. You couldn't trust anyone, except for him. A part of you wondered if the mastermind realized the two of you knew each other, if they realized you were lovers. Did they put you together unknowingly, or had they meant to cause you despair? This was originally uploaded on Archive of Our Own, but I decided to put it on here as well!!!

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked as you shakily backed yourself up into the wall behind you. "I think a better question would be: what am I not going to do to you?" He chuckled darkly. S I N. HIGHEST RANK: #123 in Fanfiction (Thank you guys so much!!♥) #22 in tag "xreader" #1 in darkiplier

Because psycho murderers would make great parents, don't ya think?! This isn't just for a female reader, but He/She. Here are the Creepypastas I've writen scenarios about: Jeff The Killer Eyeless Jack Ben Drowned Slenderman Ticci Toby Bloody Painter (New) The Puppeteer (New) Homicidal Liu (New) I own no CreepyPasta characters or you... I simply write the thing ... thingy. So the writing part is technically mine and I don't tolerate plagiarizing. This description sounds bad, so I don't blame you for not reading... This is probably the weirdest shit I've ever written for reads. Have fun! Art in cover made by Invadertweak on DeviantArt!