(SLENDER PROXIES X Gender Neutral READER) "The hornets nest resides within the cabin besides the lake, enclosed by the woods that hides the infected, on the world that reeks of evil. Within ourselves, is Where The Hornets Nest." Impressive Tags - 1#Marblehornets 1#ticcitoby 1# hoodieandmasky 1#hoodiexreader 1#timwright 1#Katethechaser

LONG story Asylum au :))) Y/n traded bread for serial killers. One day he's baking croissants, the next he's a psychiatrist at an asylum full of murderers with flair. He's supposed to be the professional here, but between homicidal maniacs, psychological chess matches, and one patient who swears therapy is "a government conspiracy," Y/n's barely holding it together. Not to mention his own sketchy past, which he's hiding behind a nonchalant attitude, caffeine, and a clipboard he doesn't actually use. In a place ruled by madness, the greatest threat may not be the killers...but the darkness inside the man trying to cure them. Who's really getting rehabilitated here? Your guess is as good as his. Buckle up camental health has never been this unhinged 😐

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

JEFF THE KILLER x READER S N E A K P E A K : I slowly brought my right hand up to my mouth, I could taste the horrible sensation of torn flesh on my tongue, against my teeth as the crimson waters swirled beyond my lips. My stomach twisted, making me give out a sickening gurgle. "Y-You, can't hurt me." I gave out a shaky breath, eyeing the tall man above my weak frame while my eyes began to burn and water as it's presence hardened in a mocking manner. "I already have." Something hit me hard. .. somehow got #1 in jeffthekillerxreader (this is prolly the worst series ive made and i wrote these ff when i was in psychosis so uh)

You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people. Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

[Eyeless Jack x Reader] The Faller is the one who downs the trees.

{Male reader} 'I clenched my eyes shut as a felt a presence above me, well fuck. Goodbye sweet world. Goodbye Gerard Way, you iconic legend. I heard a raspy voice mutter "Go to sleep-" "wait!" I butted in. God fucking damn it, just die a tragic death you don't need to try to do something thats basically useless! damn you human instincts.'

Ok, updating this.. You are a 24 year old human male with an odd condition of your bones hardening. What once was just a little accident caused from a tall entity at the treeline when you were younger had you being dragged away from your home and family to be placed into some facility to be tested for your condition. So when you had the chance to escape, you took it and ran off somewhere far away from that place. You rebuilt your new life and home there in a forest, taking care of lost, abandoned, and or abused children. Everything was great for you. Though everything good has to come to a sudden end. (Horrible first chapters, I know. Will redo them in the future.)

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Little (M/N) and his little sister Lisa were abandoned in the woods bye their parents. Without anywhere else to go they started to wonder around. While walking around they find a strange house. What is in store for (M/N) and Lisa. This book is mine and all ideas are mine. Creepypasta's belong to their rightful owners. Cover by: @wallcrawlers