[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

This was smut that was written when I was younger that I cleaned up and now and again continue writing much nicer pieces. This includes multiple Creepypastas X Reader/Male!Reader/Creepypasta stories. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18.

One single night can change your life forever. For the young woman who decided to walk into an alleyway in search of a child's cry for help, it left her stranded in a unexpected predicament. She had a chance meeting with a certain sadistic, monochrome clown and now she had NO WAY of getting rid him. However, on one quiet evening, she thought, as she watched the clown peacefully sleep next to her; "...Maybe I don't want him to leave...", she whispered lovingly as her slender fingers played with the clown's long, black hair... ________________________________________________ {I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK, CREDIT GOES TO SNUFFBOMB}

You are a Kindergarten Teacher at a small elementary school. You love kids, and you love your job. But when a little girl from your class is murdered, you decide to take matters into your own hands and enter a world of horrors beyond your wildest dreams.

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

A semi-realistic, semi-angsty creepypasta boyfriend scenarios that I'm currently trying to keep up regularly. Includes the standard stuff: Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, BEN, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby, Homicidal Liu, and Nega Mickey, which is a special one on my part.

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/