▃▃ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐀 ◝ ❝why would you need to be anywhere but here with your family?❞ ↠ in which she dies but wakes up as her eight year old self with a family who've begun to act strangely. ✧ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂 yandere males & y/n ✧˖*°࿐ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄, "𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

You caught his eye right away. He wasn't sure what it was about you but before he even knew your name he was fixated on you. Toby's not the type to wait around for what he wants, he takes it. He wants you and he'll have you. He doesn't care if you don't like it; you're his. (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.) (Art is not mine) Thanks for reading!💕

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢; 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Friends was all you wanted to be... but your "friend" didn't feel the same. Craving something more, he's willing to manipulate and exploit your sanity by fabricating lies about the fate of your late friend- just to keep you with him. What happens when one man can't handle the harsh reality of your unrequited love? "Ｉ ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｈａｎｄｌｅ ｒｅｊｅｃｔｉｏｎ"