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Vicky Genocidal: In Depth

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Capítulos 20
Tempo 1h 11m

Leituras 931
Votos 57
Capítulos 20
Tempo 1h 11m

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This is a more detailed version of my most famous Creepypasta story "Vicky Genocidal; The True Genocide". All events occurring in this story are canon in Vicky's plotline. This is a way to update Vicky's fans on new editions to her story, as well as to give Creepypasta readers a longer, more consistent version of her story. It will be much longer than the first story, and consist of several chapters, so please take your time when reading it! With that, enjoy Vicky Genocidal: In Depth!
(All characters mentioned in this story belong to their original creators)
PS: A special thank you to Hannah the Killer and Jane Everlasting's creators, PastaStalker64 and LullabyTheNightmare who have been helping me with Vicky's story! You guys are awesome!Todos os Direitos Reservados

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MONSTER, de Luv4_Ava

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

Facts to DIE for: CANON CREEPYPASTA FACTS, de DystopicReality

Have you ever wondered about the origins of the infamous characters of various Creepypasta stories, or perhaps, the Creepypasta stories themselves? Well, honey, ya came to the right place! Read pages, upon pages of Creepypasta characters and stories that contain canon facts, as well as where they originated from, and various versions of their stories the fans have picked up. And don't worry about those trust issues you have developed from various people telling you different things about your favorite Creepypasta because you can trust me. And when I say you can trust me, I mean you can trust me. Each and every chapter is heavily researched and contains information that came from the creators themselves. That being said, feel free to read the book chapter by chapter, or to skip around and merely view the Creepypastas you're interested in! Book cover created by moi. Jeff the Killer art by the good ol' Kyovan aka the Kyosein Alex. The myth, the legend that provided us with the key, childhood memory of the Jeff the Killer 'September' video 😔✊. No copyright intended. All Creepypasta characters belong to their rightful owners. Same with the artwork I put in this fact book.

Jeff the Killer: Fearless Death, de silent_bibliophile

Catherine Crawford, a highschool student, fifteen years old and nearly sixteen obviously. She was just a normal girl, but she was different from others. Her sweet hazel eyes and long black wavy hair, her lips so smooth and thin and skin as pure as milk had made her life mentally and physically painful. Thus, she was bullied severely, one time she almost died from it. Men wanted to have her, women had always envied her. She was always in danger. One night she came back home from another 'trouble' yet again. And the tv said there was a crazy, psychotic killer on the loose somewhere in their town. Rumor had it that he started killing all of a sudden almost three years go. If she thought that her life was cursed, then she must wait until her life became a living hell... caused by an incredibly insane psycho known as Jeff the Killer. ©Jeff the Killer: Fearless Death. u_dun_care only owned the plot and also Catherine. She does not own Jeff the Killer or any creepypastas for that matter.

Living with the Creepypastas, de fnaf-foxy-rocks

⚠️FUTURE SELF HERE! THIS STORY WAS MADE A YEAR AGO SO IT HAS SPELLING MISTAKES AND CRAP SO IF THERE ARE ERRORS IM VERY SORRY I CANT FIX IT CAUSE IM BUSY WITH OTHER STORIES⚠️ My name is Y/N. I killed my family. And found others that where nice, the Creepypastas. I live a happy life with them until, Zalgo. ____________________________________ You'll have to read to find out more my phantoms. Oh and by the way my name is Reaper.

Creepypasta Origins & Stories, de NightmaresPen

This book has everything but guys I need you to pm me the other Creepypasta that I don't know okay guys enjoy the story

Lethal •My Jeff The Killer Origin Story•, de Homemade_Pasta

This is my AU of Jeff's Origin story, not his original. So, yeah, It's a lot different from the original ( both Sesseur's and the remake), but it's chiefly close. Cover made by me, the picture used was created by: I don't even fucking know and I reckon I never will. {•} I do not own any of the CreepyPasta characters portrayed in this mini-story, you can find Jeff's origin story on the CreepyPasta files.

..., de Charm_Speaker

𝓤𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ~ Jeff the Killer X Reader, de Fanfic200014

Y/N= your name, thoughts are italics in ** Enjoy! You were an ordinary teenage girl. School, bullies, friends, tests and family problems. But the one thing that made you and your best friend Sarah stand out from most other girls at your school... was your love for Creepypasta stories. How will your first day back at school go? Read to find out! Please be warned! There will be bad language and some steamy scenes in this story! If you dislike this type of thing then do NOT read! I don't own the art or Creepypasta characters. 38 chapters: 46125 words

The Innocent Eyes (Jeff The Killer X Reader), de MusicIsGreat678

*100,888 words* Strange things happen under strange circumstances and sometimes the most unsafe people make you feel the most safe. When you meet Jeff, he's not exactly like the stories you've heard. Perhaps he's just broken, but aren't we all? Can you fix each other? Will he finally be able to love something, despite his insanity? What are the true stories of him and other creepypastas?

Baby, Just Say Yes (Jeff the Killer x Reader), de ikearano

The sound of your heart pounding out of your chest is the only sound that filled your ears as the 911 operator on the other line stayed deathly silent, the only other sound being the pitter patter of footsteps outside. Your boyfriend had just finished murdering his entire family... he had just finished murdering your father. Thirteen was too young of an age to die and you knew that better than anyone -- especially now. (Un)Luckily for you, you were the only survivor of the very first massacre the infamous 'Go to Sleep' killer had committed. However, things were far from normal. With the sudden appearance of a tall, faceless man and the re-appearance of your not-so-favorite ex-boyfriend, your life takes an even worse turn.

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Facts to DIE for: CANON CREEPYPASTA FACTS cover

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The Innocent Eyes (Jeff The Killer X Reader) cover

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MONSTER

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.