Proxies قصص

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

They say a disciple should never fall in love with their master. Respect them. Trust them. Follow them. But never love them. For Sam, that rule was broken the moment he looked into the golden eyes of the woman he admired more than anyone else-his shīfu. She was his mentor. His greatest inspiration. The one who taught him to wield his spear, to protect others, and to stand against the horrors of the Hollows. She could never be anything more. Then she betrayed him. When they were sent on a mission by Mayor Mayflower to investigate Lemnian Hollow, she left him behind to die. The woman he loved... The woman he trusted... The woman he would have given his life for... Walked away. Now living in New Eridu, Sam carries the scars of that betrayal while taking on dangerous Hollow commissions alongside proxies like Wise and Belle, whose own ties to the Hollows begin to intertwine with his search for answers. With powerful Ethereals emerging, forgotten secrets surfacing, and old bonds refusing to stay buried, he finds himself on a path that leads back to the one person he never wanted to see again. But some questions refuse to stay unanswered. Why did she abandon her him. And if she truly never cared... In a city where trust can be more dangerous than any Hollow, Sam must decide whether to seek revenge, search for the truth, or risk giving his heart to the woman who broke it. Because sometimes the deepest wound isn't the one that nearly killed you. It's the one left by the person you loved most.

Every monster is born from a "perfect one." Rae knows this all too well. Growing up with Nicholas meant living with a shadow whispering lies. They called you a target for years. You answered with Shadow and blood. Night chose a weapon: a black, scythe-shaped guitar. The woods chose her. And Slenderman... chose to make her an offer. The Riff is the sound of silence shattering. Welcome to the Slendermansion. Here, the soul is the price you pay.

彡 𝗢, 𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗗 ❝ they told her heroes were meant to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 but no one warned her what happened when they 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 ❞ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 finds herself caught in between a war of heroes OR OR 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅 meets a boy who makes hef forget she was ever meant to carry one. [𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 x 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜] [𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ❝mcu❞ 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚] [𝐦𝐜𝐮, pre-captain america: civil war - avengers: endgame ] [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ❝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜❞ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬] ✿ ➶︎ ❛ 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋- 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. ❜

#creepypasta the television says strange things...

"Being a Saint must've been such a blessing. To be chosen by the Gods was a blessing." - The dead ones. cover drawn by me!

As an uncover agent, putting yourself in less-than-desirable situations is nothing new. The good news is, your unit is certain they know who's behind all the murders in town. It's the tell-tale sign of Jeffery Woods-- alias Jeff the Killer. The better news is, they know where he lives. There's only one problem: somebody has to infiltrate the house. And who better for the job than you? Unfortunately, you're human, and humans (usually) have feelings. Those feelings start to get in the way once you get to know your target, and you're faced with a choice that could be the difference between life and death. I do not own the cover art or any characters. All rights for those go to their creators. Wattpad is the only place 'Against Protocol' should be posted. I don't write full-length fics on any other site.

I will be updating this over the course of time as I find out more information about myself and others. One thing I've learned in my time here has been that information never stops coming. :) If you are here to find fiction, this is not for you. If you are looking for answers, I may be able to help you. Things may not make sense, but I can try my best to help others understand what is going on around the multiverse. It's my job as a messanger, anyways...

... The fire continued cackling, yet the previously caged bird sang in laughter. Like a phoenix, she is reborn. ... Creepypasta various x reader

It was late at night, The street lights highlighting the thick fog. I was crouching in the shadows and saw a dim light through a window on the second story. My curiosity striking me I climbed up the fence with stealth and crouched in the dark shadows of the roof.... Updates have been made. ~:::Jeff is not abusive to reader::::~ ~~::TW::~~ strong language abuse drug/ alcohol gets a little steamy..;)

Maya Carter has spent her entire life feeling invisible. Overshadowed by her younger sister, ignored by her parents, and treated like an outcast at school, she's learned that loneliness can become its own kind of home. The only escape she finds is in sketching, reading, and wandering the quiet trails of Blackwood Forest. Then people begin disappearing. Strange symbols appear where they were last seen. News reports grow more alarming. Whispers echo through the trees, and a faceless figure begins watching Maya from the shadows. At first, she believes she's imagining it. Until the nightmares start. As an unknown sickness slowly consumes her mind, Maya becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth behind the disappearances, the legend of Slender Man, and the mysterious figures known only as the Proxies. But the deeper she searches... ...the more she realizes the forest isn't trying to keep her out. It's trying to bring her home. Some monsters hunt their victims. Others wait for them to choose the darkness themselves. ⚠️ Trigger Warning / Content Warning The Slender Sickness is a work of fiction inspired by the Creepypasta universe. This story contains themes that some readers may find upsetting. This novel includes: * Psychological horror * Supernatural horror * Emotional neglect * Family conflict * Bullying * Missing persons * Mild violence and injuries * Blood (non-graphic) * Hallucinations * Paranoia * Panic attacks * Seizures (fictional depiction) * Emotional manipulation * Grief and loss * Themes of isolation and loneliness * Creepy imagery and suspense Reader discretion is advised. This story is intended for mature teen readers who enjoy horror, mystery, and psychological suspense.

𝗔 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗛𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗣: 𝗣𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸~! :3 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀~! 🫶🦭

You and Toby have been enemies ever since you became a proxy. Heck you were probably enemies way before that. You hated his guts, he hated your guts. But lately Toby has been getting even more angry and pissed at you for no reason. If you even as much as breathed near him, he would lash out. You confront him, read on to find out what happens next (didn't know what to write don't blame me 👀)

Strange things that happened to me after I started investigating and then took the proxy oath.

Y/N and Toby have been childhood friends for years now. Every thing would have stayed the same in both of their lives if they didn't start noticing a Tall Man watching them. This is a rewrite of my first fanfic called There is no thing as perfect love Cover art by rxttenbambi This fic will be also posted on Quotev!

After accepting a weird challenge from her friends, y/n gets lost deep in the forest in a cold night. As the cold keeps slowing her down, a stranger appears and offers his help.

Sam knows that she is different, people at school know it,even her own family. She has the proxy symbol over her eyes,static comes out of her mouth,she always dresses in black......Her differences make her an outcast and causes trouble.One day she stumbles across the truth of why she is different but will accept who she is? Will accept that she just might be the newest addition to the Creepypasta family?Will she be able to protect herself by someone who everyone fears the most?

Somehow you just found yourself choosen by Slenderman and asked to recruit people like you for him. But for what? We'll never know. You were one of the first. Not the first-someone else had that title, but let's just say they didn't do a great job. That's where you came in. Slenderman chose you, gave you a task: to find others like you. To recruit. Some were easy to convince, others needed a little... persuasion. Some were even excited to join the ranks of the pastas. But your job isn't just about bringing them in, it's about making sure they fit. And lucky for you, you're the type that unfortunately takes on any pressures without being asked to.

True experiences that seem too set-up to be coincidental. Also some theories I have found with possible evidence to back them up. Than again, it may just all be fake and I am overanalyzing shit again.

title says it all, also I do take requests.