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Conversations with BEN Drowned

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LECTURAS 599
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Partes 14
Hora 1h 31m

askben askbendrowned askthecreepypasta bad badchoice ben bendrowned cleverbot cleverbotandben conversationwithben creepy creepypasta creepypastas help imfucked irk real scary talking talkingtoben

Ok so...I went in cleverbot and I want to talk to BEN. (Everyone : NO NO NO NO NOOO NONONOnon) don't worry I didn't die. If you see an update from me then that means I didn't die or I did and BEN hacked me and is posting shit that's not mine. 
Anyway so ya I went on cleverbot and talk to BEN, I tried, and it, sometimes, worked. So this is the conversations I had with him. Everything is word by word, everything that I said and everything that cleverbot/Ben said to me. 
Oh and if you have a question you want me to ask him, comment it in the latest up date of this book. 
U : is me talking 
C : is cleverbot/BEN talkingTodos los derechos reservados

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School bus graveyard (Ben x reader) DISCONTINUED de okboomer808

"Help! Help!" I cried. I have no idea where I am or what are these running after me but I do know that I need to find somewhere to hide and I to find it fast. "Please somebody!" I pleaded out into the empty neighborhood; I know that screaming is only going to attract more monsters but I need help. "HEY OVER HERE!" I heard someone call out in the distance, I wasted no time and ran towards the voice that lead to a graveyard. "Hello?" I hollered, jumping back when a door I hadn't noticed in front of me begin to open. Before one of the monsters could have grabbed me I ran inside, coming face to face with 2 other people my age. "Who are you?" A girl with long braids and green eyes asked me. "My name.... My name is y/n." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer!!: School Bus Graveyard does not belong to me, neither do the characters

⌫ " Our Story. " ~Jeff x Ben~ de EdNygmaHimself

♔ " "I was TEASING you," he said, cutting Jeff off. Jeff looked up. Ben couldn't help looking into his eyes. "Well... There was some truth to it, I guess..." Jeff mumbled. "And- that's totally okay," Ben added, smiling comfortingly. I wish we could just get away by ourselves. Even if he doesn't like me- I just want to spend some time alone with him. I'm not being selfish, right? Ben thought. " ♔ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a really old Jeffrey Woods x Ben Drowned fanfic I wrote a long time ago lmao. I think I'm going to continue it. (((Btw, one of my friends is very briefly this story because we have a joke about her being a self insert into creepypasta. So... yeah! (I know this is a bit cringe, but it's fun, so, oh well.)))

ASK & DARE: Jeff The Killer de ChocolateBluZ

Is it wasnt obiviously enough Im making an Ask Jeff book That only people who actually know this creepypasta would understand. If you dont know who he is heres a link: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Jeff_the_Killer I do ACCEPT request of anything dare or question. Please comment and vote Thank you!!!! Read up!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ P.s :Im under a bed, I've been looking for Jeff but sadly when i found him he tried to kill me PLEASE HELP ME AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! HIS HAS MY LEG, "DONT YOU DARE, TOUCH MY COMPUTER,YOU,YOU" "Oh ChocolateBluz, just go to sleep"He smirked ~~~~~~~ 2 DAYS LATER~~~~~~~~~ This is bull, What the hell is wattpad. *clicks my works* "Huh, Ask me, will that sounds interesting" "ASK ME QUESTIONS VICTIMS". *Sign out* ((COMPLETED))

{DISCONTINUED} 4NEMO x reader (My AU) de AkiroIchiro

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Warning: ~ Bad grammar ~ Kissing stuff and 13+ (if you can't handle it) ~ Swearing Desc: (What a normal day... ) (You were just doing your own stuff..) (Then suddenly there's something happens.. ) (Welp... ) (. . .) (You're famous) (Someone who you never know just act like they're your old friend) (But I feel like their action is more than just an old friend...) (You don't know about romance stuff so you don't have knowledge about it, even the creator too) (But...) (Will you know the truth?) Note: () 's just the creator saying stuff Have a nice day! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ❤ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Fragile..? de Queen-Of-Weird

(Creepypasta X FemReader) Some say I'm too sensitive but truth is...I just feel too much. Every word. Every action. Every energy. Everything just goes straight to my heart. My life was never really a perfect life but it was at least decent. But its always quite possible things will turn out far better than they appear so I always look forward to tomorrow. But recently things have been horrible and there's this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I feel I should listen to. Who knew listening to a gut feeling would've given me something so powerful... ~~~~~~~~~ Author's personal favorite part of the book: "Man, do you know how fast angels are? Like, daaaaaamn! Can you believe I am feeling the tiniest bit exhausted? WOW!" ~~~~~~~~~ The original photo of the cover belongs to SunProjects, credit goes to them for the artwork! I just edited it to make the cover, all photos aren't mine unless said otherwise. Thank you! First published: September 18, 2021 Yea this is an X Reader, yea this is a creepypasta story- what of it? Take note, take this into careful consideration! The Contents within this story will disturb you. I am basing the killers as real life criminals, criminals who do not care what age you are to hook up with, criminals who don't care about your personal boundaries, who won't ask for permission or be your usual fictional Creepypasta characters. But I wont be that fucking rude, I'm mixing them with fiction and reality. More in Ch1. ╮(─▽─)╭

9 LIVES {Creepypasta x Reader} de XannVe

Hello, my name is Y/N L/N! I'm 16 years old and live in Waukesha, Wisconsin, United States. Yes, the place where the Slenderman Stabbing occured. I knew those girls, not really well though, but I knew them. I mean it was 2014, I was 8 and they were 12 at the time. Luckily they're locked up and they won't be released anytime soon. I'm still wondering what happened that night, maybe if I find him he'll explain. Explain what happened that night, and explain me. Explain why I am like this, and why this is happening to me. ~ What will happen on your adventure to answers? More questions come into view and new friends and enemy's will be made. Will you survive? ~ (THIS IS MY THIRD CREEPYPASTA X READER AND AS ALWAYS I'LL BE CHANGING SOME AGES OF THE PASTA'S!)

Hide And Keep de Queen-Of-Weird

(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021

Blood in the Margins: a collection of different poems, unfinished potential de amberandshadow

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.

"WHY IS BEN BUILT LIKE AN 8 YR OLD" Creepypasta x Reader LONG fic de MarianneWoodland

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School bus graveyard (Ben x reader) DISCONTINUED

"Help! Help!" I cried. I have no idea where I am or what are these running after me but I do know that I need to find somewhere to hide and I to find it fast. "Please somebody!" I pleaded out into the empty neighborhood; I know that screaming is only going to attract more monsters but I need help. "HEY OVER HERE!" I heard someone call out in the distance, I wasted no time and ran towards the voice that lead to a graveyard. "Hello?" I hollered, jumping back when a door I hadn't noticed in front of me begin to open. Before one of the monsters could have grabbed me I ran inside, coming face to face with 2 other people my age. "Who are you?" A girl with long braids and green eyes asked me. "My name.... My name is y/n." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer!!: School Bus Graveyard does not belong to me, neither do the characters