Maskyandhoodie Stories

This is the new and improved version of my other book. Enjoy!!

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.

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.

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.

what the title says

In due of my creepy pasta phase from 2013 sneaking it's way back into my life, I decided to give writing a shot, to fulfill my and your desires. This is a hoodymasky story, and please do request more. I usually hate ships and things like that but I'll give it a go. Tim finds himself back where he started and hoody seems to be in as much confusion as he is. There might be mature scenes in this story, 13+ recommended Ps. If you make cheesecake jokes, please exit this story, that was originally made to fatshame Tim's(masky) actor.

Reagan enrolls in public school for her last attempt at returning to a semi normal life after trauma and tons of diagnosis. Joining drama results in a new friend-group, and she adores one girl in particular. However, life quickly goes sour when the girls mess around with the occult and break the lock on the barrier keeping horrors from our realm.

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!

"Mommy, look! I made a friend!" "That's nice sweetie- " You turn around only to see the 'friend' covered in blood. As much as you love your daughter, she should really stop bringing killers home. [Updates are inconsistent/slow] Started : 16 October 2024 Finished : -

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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!

She didn't mean to hurt her parents, her friends, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she didn't mean to, though her parents saw a monster, no longer was she they're baby anymore, she had caused harm and she was paying the price for something she had no control of, no idea how it came to be. They just sent her off, to be locked away in padded rooms and be treated like a lab rat, what if she escaped one day? Who would be there waiting for her? I'm really bad at descriptions and I wrote this in 2017, I'm rewriting it currently and writing more chapters, though I'm going through my final year of high school rn so I might be slow. I had left it at one chapter but this story has potential.

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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 👺

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

(Character:Relationship(if any)) People you can date or ask or date Makaylyne Katiii Slenderman Splendorman Trenderman Sexual Offenderman Dark Link BEN Drowned Homicidal Liu Jeff the Killer Jane Everlasting Sally Lost Silver Hoodie Masky Toby BoB The Rake Eyeless Jack Laughing Jack The Puppeteer PewDiePie Cryoatic CinnamonToastKen Jacksepticeye Markiplier TheDiamondMinecart Danisnotonfire AmazingPhil MrCreepypasta CreepsMcPasta CreepypastaJr Freddy Fazbear Chica the Chicken Foxy the Pirate Bonnie the Bunny Golden Freddy Toy Freddy Toy Chica Toy Bonnie Mangle Marionette Balloon Boy Springtrap Vincent Nightmare Chica Nightmare Foxy Nightmare Freddy Nightmare Bonnie Nightmare Golden Freddy

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?