Breaking news is typically a term used to accentuate the severity of a set situation or event; socially, the term 'Breaking News' has become a sort of slang term in conversation to mean ' I have something important to tell you.' It was a phrase commonly heard, commonly spoke, and commonly disregarded. She really hoped that for once, maybe that wouldn't be the case as 'Breaking News' spread across the small static-ridden television, her name bolded in white lettering and her picture displayed on the screen.

You couldn't stop it. The evil that was taking over, you couldn't control it. You needed to kill. It was telling you to. You've done it before, so why do you stop the blade above this hooded man's chest? You stared into his glowing red eyes, for once since becoming a proxy, hesitating. "I'm not the one who wants to hurt you." Creepypasta. Hoodie x Reader. Mentions Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, and more.

"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

'One Killer Maze', a reality TV show that has tens of thousands of fans around the world watching. The title of this show has one true meaning. Y/N, one of their longtime fans, has been watching for quite a while, loving the details they put into the show, characters, and acting. Each scene had been created in such a realistic way, sometimes you forgot you were watching a show! The contests themselves, as they were 'murdered' by the killers ensnared in the maze with them, always had pure fear written across their faces. What if, on a very special night, this TV show hosted a contest for brand new contestants to enter the maze? New contestants like the viewers. New contestants like Y/N. The shows' questionable authority slowly begins to come to light as their first episode of the tenth season began to air, Y/N the first one on the screen. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE HERE (unless stated otherwise). [ Finished On Quotev 10/25/21 ]

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.

୨⎯ "But if you do plan on killing me, you're going to need an appointment."⎯୧ Being famous in a world filled with danger has many disadvantages. Being so vulnerable to everyone, someone is bound to find you. Even if it's an accident. When Hoodie accidentally breaks into the wrong house, he finds Y/n, a celebrity known to many. Instead of his usual routine, he finds himself following them around, learning new things of them and himself. Y/n finds their life going through unexpected changes, everything coming at them all at once, all while keeping their career alive and personal life a secret. Oh, and they also fall for each other. Hard. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits made by Blxrrii Hoodie fanart by Nala.fel

*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."

Y/N is a young woman who spends her days reading up on various myths and legends. The supernatural has always interested her, and once she found a group of like minded people she was as happy as could be. That is, until they all got caught up in the stories of Slenderman. So many sightings, so many disappearances, there was no way he didn't exist. Yet they were still skeptical, and so was the rest of the world. They needed proof, and they were going to find it if it was the last thing they'd ever do. Unfortunately, for some of them it would be. [ᴇᴊ, ᴊᴛᴋ, ᴍᴀꜱᴋʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]