Maskyandhoodie cerita

﹙ f!reader x creepypastas ﹚ THIS IS NOT MY WORK, a deleted fanfic originally written by HanaBanana on Quotev back in 2020. (Y/N) (L/N) was a girl who thought she did everything "right." A fresh university graduate, she begins her new life at a prestigious job in her dream city. Unfortunately for her, anxiety and paranoia begins to set in when a strange recruited being takes interest in her due to her dark past. Do they mean harm or an opportunity? Can she prove that she has the skills and smarts necessary to succeed? Can she do what needs to be done in order to survive? "We know that you have the capability to take a life"

Victoria „Vanish" Nixss. That was her name. But it was just a name. A name alone can do nothing. But the person belonging to the name could. She was supposed to be wiped out, her house too close to his forest. But she survived through so much worse, it won't matter if he sent his Proxies there. She sensed them and got out alive again and again and again. Finally she opens up to someone, the one she can't sense. He isn't dangerous to her, so she doesn't sense him. That was where their trouble started. ((MIGHT CHANGE THE SUMMARY LATER)) ((AND THE NAME)) {Started: 09.02.2021} {Finished: N/A} {Edited: N/A} [DISCLAIMER! I don't own any of the CPs mentioned here! I only own Victoria!]

A novelization of the not yet proxies, masky and hoodie taking their paths together.

I never meant to turn this into a story. At first, it was just little things-being watched without ever seeing anyone, knowing someone understood me too well, feeling protected and threatened at the same time. I told myself it was paranoia. I told myself I was imagining it. That's easier than admitting someone was paying attention long before I noticed them. This isn't romance. It's fixation. They don't love the way people are supposed to. They observe, collect, and claim. Every habit, every weakness, every quiet moment you think belongs only to you becomes something they hold onto. You are not chased. You are kept-wrapped in a devotion that feels comforting until you realize you were never given a choice. I'm writing this down because pretending it didn't happen feels worse than admitting it did. Maybe turning it into fiction makes it safer. Maybe it doesn't. All I know is that once they decide you belong to them, distance stops meaning anything. Read this like a warning. Or like evidence. Because some things don't stay stories forever.

what the title says

The concept is that within the forest that the creepypastas subside in. There is a middleman that works as the negotiator between the killers/demons and beasts/monsters. The middleman must be a highly trained and intelligent human chosen by the highest-ranking demons and monsters in the forest. The middlemen get trained and equipped for their duties. Living in a log cabin in the heart of the forest. Their job is remarkably hazardous and perverse and almost surely life-threatening. So recruits seemed to come and go like nothing(especially in recent times). You were the unlucky soul that got forced with the role of the middleman. Kidnapped from you home and dazed, the only thing you could hear was the soft murmuring of what you would only assume were strangers. Not remembering anything but your name and how you got there, you were greeted by some men who told you that they would teach you everything you need to know about being a middleman. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The story will include adult language and themes, gore and blood among some other triggers, so if you aren't into that type of stuff, please do not read. The reader has female pronouns. The main Creepypastas that the story will be centred on are Ben drowned, Masky, Ticci Toby and Eyeless Jack.

Your feet were aching, swollen, and in pain. You tried to run as fast as you could, but he was faster. "You wanna keep this up?" He spat out, his tone poisonous. "Keep running, I won't go easier on you." My eyes widened in fear, fear of what he might do once I fuck up, fear of his strength and flexibility, will he kill me? tie me up? No, no, no, no. Keep running. Don't look back. Just gotta reach civilization. Then, I felt something drag me down. Fuck.

The wizards of Britain were fools; stuck in old ways and purposely ignoring the rapid change around them, choosing to plant their feet in the ground while everyone else moved ahead. They didn't question their ways, scoffing at anyone who thought differently. Persephone Bloodstone Woods was 11 years old, and was told that he wasn't born to be soft and quiet; he was born to shake and shatter the world at his fingertips. He was taught to smile like a loaded gun, to use his beauty against people, to laugh like a weeping angel. He was raised by people the world abandoned, people who fled into the darkness and reveled in the power blood sacrifices could give you. He was raised worshiping gods no longer worshiped, serving an entity of Chaos and Insanity. He was held against blood-soaked hoodies, and told for the first time, that he was loved. If the light had wanted him, then they should have tried harder, done better. The first people to tell him they loved him were murders. And he has proudly followed in their footsteps. Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero Sometimes what it needs is a Monster

Y/n Draco. a girl who has had a so called 'perfect family' but soon. that changed. shes had enough. enough for her snap. ! CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS DON'T BELONG TO ME THE ONLY CHARACTERS OWN IN THIS STORY IS Y/N!

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Ask Masky or Hoddie anything. they will answer and so will anyone else you want to ask.

just sum pics of these guysss :)) (and vids bc there cute and stuff.) None of these pictures are mine unless i say so

I will try to use all the well known characters in this. I will have a chapter for you if you don't know your sign. Hope you all enjoy, and if you want a chapter specially made, feel free to ask. Have fun!

(Pictures belong to their right owners, all aren't mine)

In this story y/n lives wither her sister because she's fatherless and her mom ran away to be with her dream man Peter Parker 🥹🥹😭😍😍‼️‼️ Yn is added to a texting gc and shows off her inner baddie that is hidden from the world.😍😍😍🤯🤯 how will the HOTTEST SEXYST creepy pastas react 👺

Katherine hasn't had the best life. She's been bullied, and has to deal with many other problems. One day, she stumbles across Jeff The Killer and gets dragged into his life along with the life of other creepypastas. Will this encounter turn into something better or worse?

Yeeeep discontinue!!! Tho I might start re posting if I come back with ideas

it what the name says and i heard these kind of books do well on here. Gotta met the quota of making a wattpad book to help my status of a pasta fan

Y/n L/n was a normal 23 year old girl, living her life the best she could. Going out with friends, working out, and even taking self defense classes. But that all changed one evening..

Meet the creepypastas and what the do with their daily live along with me..Show how to annoy or them Sorry this is my first creepypasta story