Just a simple party with friends can trigger something deep inside of you but this may attract certain attention.

He's a notorious villain in this little game we all call love. A man who lost all the hope and mercy from his eyes. A cold blooded demonic killer. Who winds up living in a house of other killers as well. Is there some sort of chance that this killer can understand the feeling of love? Can love break through the oceans of pain, death, and despair? Can a beloved town girl with masks to hide behind and a will that can be easily broken accept a painful twisted love? Can she love like a killer can? A type of emotion both parties had forgotten long ago, reappear? Can you call it love? Or an empathetic understanding? Will this "love" sink or swim?... Suicidal Reader X Ben Drowned WARNING:: Contains swearing and suicidal thoughts, may trigger some. May contain gore, since it is a creepypasta fanfic Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

[[FEEL FREE TO USE THESE ON PEOPLE I DONT MIND]] [[ANOTHER WARNING< DUE TO LATE NIGHT PRODUCTIONS< THERE WILL BE TYPOS, JUST WARNING YA]] Know anybody who dislikes puns and want to ignore them? Have that one person you want to impress that likes puns? Or are you just bored and found this? Well it's up to you but come inside to find a crapton of bad puns and good puns and a lot of horrifying jokes just to begin with. Hope you enjoy! Read at you're own risk. *Typos because i wrote 100 percent of these at like, 2 in the morning and running off 2 liters of caffeine I cri