(I changed my username and im too lazy to redo the cover again so thats why it shows a different one) Warning: this was my first ever fanfic I wrote on this account. I honestly hate it so much and think it's extremely cringe worthy but so many people seem to like it (Idek why) and that's why I haven't deleted it. May I remind you, I wrote this in 2014 so... You have been warned. **ALSO, TRIGGER WARNING: MY 13/14 YEAR OLD SELF WAS STUPID AND PUT QUITE A FEW ATTEMPTED RAPES IN HERE SO IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ**

(Y/N) (L/N) was a pretty normal child; she had a great home life, a kind, single dad, amazing friends, and a great school. But, when she was about eleven, she... changed... She would talk to herself about nonsense, pass out for small periods of time, and have constant mood swings. After that, she lost almost everything; her good home life changed into toxic, her single dad became a married dad, her friends left her after she changed, and her great school turned into legit hell. She felt she was alone, and her only comfort, her only safe place, her only reason of not doing anything stupid was her best friend; Grayson. Grayson was an online friend, but (Y/N) could care less. Anyways, (Y/N) wasn't in a very good situation anymore.. A few years pass and now she's sixteen. Still miserable, still friends with Grayson. But, her misery soon fades when she meets him.. (I don't own anything but the plot. My friend sent me the pic and I edited it. It's not mine. If it is yours, let me know and I can take it down.)

You are a child that met Jason. Will you live or will Jason make you into his toy? Let's find out in this journey of you and Jason the toymaker

Hi everyone I'm Sherlock! I read a book kind of like this one and got really inspired! (Thank you) The art I'm using for this DOSE NOT BELONG TO ME AND THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE all credit gose to their owners. This is my first book so it may be bad. I'll post whenever I can.

(M/N). A young boy who is unable to speak. Not able to make a sound. To make up for it he has amazing art skills. His parents hated it. They didn't want to pay for lessons to speak.They wanted a child who could talk. Not someone who "waists their time on childish things like drawing." They didn't want to have this.... mistake of a child. They thought they deserved a normal child. So they had another child. Who COULD speak. And they absolutely spoiled and loved him. So Rick naturally was a jerk. Which caused (m/n) to one day crack and lose his sanity after a long beating. He becomes the true demon inside him when it comes to killing. His inner psychopath. As (m/n) walks through the forest, unsure of what to do next, he meets a tall man. A man who could enter (m/n)'s mind. A man who had no face. That man took (m/n) in, into a mansion of killers just like himself. And (m/n) couldn't feel more like at home. (M/N) makes lots of friends. But one caught his eyes the first time they met. The tall man was introducing (m/n) to the rest of the killers. (M/N) saw that most of them had masks. But one particular blue mask caught his eyes. He walked over to the taller male and stared at him in curiosity. He then lifted his hand and reached for the mask. Only to be stopped by a strong hand. "What are you doing?" The taller male lowly growled. (M/N) backed up in fear. Will (m/n) and Jack become friends? Enemies? Or.... Lovers?

You and liu were separated the night jeff went insane, liu went to the hospital as you went to an orphanage and haven't seen eachother in 10 years, liu now with a seprit personality made a goal for himself to find you can care for you, will he find you? Read to find out PS I dont own any of the songs,art work,creepypasta, or you also this may have some touchy stuff and im sorry

Sequel is out! There aren't many stories like this, so I decided why not? this story is about a child named Y/N who gets adopted by the creepypastas. (No photos are mine, unless said otherwise. They go to the rightful owners) Finished

Kidnaped at 12 I'v lived at slender mansion for four years now. I work and maintain the grounds during the days while the creepypasta sleep. Ingrained in my head over the years: "I (Y/N) am worthless"

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)