Bendrowned Stories

↳ ❝ when a mysterious faceless stick tree man believes you, a random wimpy teenager, is worthy enough to be one of his epic edgy sidekicks and murder people for touching his poor quality emo sketch book pages he leaves on trees. ❞ ⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆Life With Creepypastas [LWCPS]⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹ • 𝘯𝘰𝘯－𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤. • cover art by: me shitting around on roblox some random wednesday

Creepypasta X FTM!Reader|| 𝙓𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 (𝙣.) 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 "He's not a dangerous dark kind of mysterious like some think, but a slowly diming light who's mind can be a mystery and who's eyes are full of curiosity, innocents and wonder." [More descriptive description coming soon!] [ I do not own any of the pictures,creepypasta or marble hornets characters in this book,they all go to their rightful owners! I do own the plot and idea idea along with the self insert thingy-]

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

"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 : -

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.

Creepypasta AU art

So, I'm bored and saw more of these female scenarios than male. Might as well give it a try. Basically, for male readers but anyone can read it. Enjoy gentlemen or anyone reading this.

(BEING REWRITTEN AS OF 2026) Lee joined the other proxies a long time ago, and Jeff is starting to realize just how little he knows about her. Jeff starts pressing for answers, but Lee keeps deflecting. The problem is, no one can run forever. (A new take on my older slenderman fanfics BEING REWRITTEN AS OF 2026)

༻꫞ *** ꫞༺ You've met the Creepypastas, and you've (probably) met the Japanese Urban Legends! So, when times get tough, and they're forced to live under the same roof, WHAT WILL HAPPEN?! CHAOS, OF COURSE!! All Creepypastas belong to their right full owners! (And..the Urbans too? Do...do they have creators? Whatever, anyways-)

You're fifteen years old, but you've been isolated for as long as you can remember. Even when you weren't alone physically, you sure were socially. You don't remember your mother, and your father is never home. You study alone most days, your existence too "controversial" to go to the rural school in your area. Your computer is your only connection to the outside world. One day, it stops working.

Denial- The refusal of something requested or desired. The Act of declaring something untrue. Y/N Rodgers. A teen trying to forget the horrors of her childhood, including her family. Jeffery Woods. The Stupid delinquent who tried to kill her. The More Y/N tries to live a "Normal Life", the more she realizes that it may not be as easy as she thought, especially after finding out there's a killer in the same town she convinced herself that had been the perfect place. And to stir the pot, they know her brother. Y/N tried to ignore him, she really did. So why did he always come back? •Those piercing blue eyes, and that shaggy overgrown mullet. Why are they so damn attractive?

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.

Storms a time of destruction, where the weather is particularly bad with the chance of the low grumble of thunder to be heard or the flash of light that could be splitting the sky. A particular weather that does well in describing what the residents of the Slender mansion were facing. Countless attacks were made on them and the mansion, three visitors arriving on their doorstep but whether they are friend or foe remains to be unknown. The only thing they know is that they have to get to the bottom of these attacks before things get ripped away from them in the storm.

"I can see the symphony of your destruction." Includes: BEN Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Homicidal Liu, Masky, Pirate Percy, and Dark Link. If you want any other characters just ask and I hope you guys enjoy! ALSO POSTED ON QUOTEV!

The return of an old lover

(Creepypasta x Reader) The Creepypastas are gonna get treated like killers, not preppy boyfriends, well that too, but I think you know what I mean. So, these will be more realistic and more likely to happen. I hope you enjoy!

The house may have been condemned, once, but it was selling for cheap and you were desperate for an escape from your overwhelmingly chaotic family. It seemed perfectly fine. No blood smeared in the bath or toxic mold in the fridge. Just an old game left behind and conflicting news reports that led to no answers.

Me llamo Isara Miller Dei y, sinceramente, no sobresalgo en nada. Estudio, dibujo, a veces juego vóleibol -cuando la timidez no me mata primero- y ya está. Nada interesante. Hasta que un día,un ser extraño, pálido y de ojos vacíos, apareció desde un viejo cartucho de videojuego, alterando todo lo que creía seguro.

A little something for pleasure. ;) Just request for what creepypasta you want to read about, and I will create a little story for you. *Wink wink* ((This will contain a lot of lemons)) For all of the dirty minded people you are. UPDATE - ON HIATUS

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.