M/n was the average bullied sleep deprived boy in his school. Everything about him was normal, they is except for him knowing a certain murder.

Well whaddya know whaddya know I actually managed to fill up an entire book with these bloody headcannons. And, surprise surprise, I have an overactive imagination, so here we go again! NOTE: Read the first headcannons book before this one. You'll thank me later

All the stories are true. All of the sightings, the myths, the legends, the encounters. Deep inside the darkest forest, is a mansion full of killers who feast on the blood of the innocent and not so innocent. There really is a man with long arms and hands, whose face is as blank as death. This band of misfits truly considers themselves the last family that have left. Until they met you. Slenderman saw great potential in you when, even on your last beats of strength, managed to take down his Proxies and Jeff the Killer. Slowly, but surely, the Pastas nursed you back to health and sharpened your abilities to their maximum. This was it, you finally had a group of friends you could call family. All was good. Well, in your life, at least. The truth is, you're being hunted. By none other than the most powerful demon that could ever roam this earth, Zalgo, Lord of the Underealm. And, to your uncomfort, your father. Ever since you had fought him and fled his kingdom, he has done everything in his power to torment you into returning home. You vowed to Slenderman that you would never leave and betray the Creeps. You couldn't. After all they had done for you? But how long can your promise last? Will Zalgo manage to break you? And who will be strong enough to stay by your side? Warning: major swearing *cough cough* Jeffrey Woods *cough cough* This is also a Male!Reader × Jane the Killer story. Even though, yes, I know she's lesbian but let a guy dream (even though I'm not a guy)!

Y/N wakes up to a brand new world, but no one knows he's there.

An ominous night, and he awakens within an empty house. He strides through the rooms, watching, waiting, but there is no one to accompany him, no light to pay him comfort, and no plan to bid his escape. The walls are dusty and bare, and he is unable to recognize them. Photographs remain empty. Scratches cover the faces of who used to exist. An entity has brought him, and it has disappeared as quickly as he begins to hear the ringing. Fragments of the sound illuminate the dark halls. He visions a masked man, one with pride and boredom, but his imagination runs too wild. The masked man approaches, and his apparition comes to life. He raises a knife above his head. The man stands behind the creaky door and lights a match, framing the darkness of the hallway as he asks, "Why must the noise be so quiet?" The wind replies with a song. The window is sick of the sound. The masked man conceals an inner smile and whispers to himself. He lowers the knife. A clock on the wall reverses his memory, and the hour reverts to midnight. The house is silent. -+- I do not give doc truyen or any individual, website, organization, server, etc. the right to reproduce, post, publish, steal, etc. my stories and ideas.

A boy with fading vision, a cat with questionable motives, and some creeps. What could go right? (Currently being rewritten) --------------------------------------------------- A/N: We noticed there weren't many CP stories with male readers, so we're just going to slide on in here. - -- Creepypasta males X Male reader REWRITE IS OUT

❝ I will tell you what you didn't know.❞ ➵ it's up to you whether to believe or not, my duty is only to inform. ( ! ) ((First Creepypasta research in English.)) (If there is some information that does not belong to me: Credits to whom it may concern.)

Of course Helen paid no mind to you, he always kept to himself in his sketchbook drawing away like nothing else mattered. You always pushed yourself to become friends with the boy since you've admired his art. -I do not own the character Bloody painter-