Masky Stories

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.

One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight. "I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass. I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us. "Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him. So lets enjoy it while it lasts. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

Note: Masky and Hoodie belong to Marble Hornets. None of the Creepypastas are mine. Cover image is not mine. Blurb: Y/N is just trying to enjoy her life. She tried to meet up with her online boyfriend, but he isn't quite how she expected. Heartbroken, she rushes home only to find a terrifying envelope with a dark object inside. Will she escape or will she be his forever?

❛ SO HOW LONG HAVE YOUR BEEN NINETEEN? A WHILE . 🍷 you lived beyond the grace of god. A creature of the night that cannot be tamed. Stealing from nearby hospitals to satisfy your undying hunger, to try and distract your mind from the automatic predator nature, you decide to apply to a job you found walking towards your house. Have you ever wondered why vampires don't like to interact with other humans? Maybe now you'll know. [ art by KisenaMiriez ]

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ✦ ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ━ ❝ [１０９ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＳＫＹ， ＢＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＰＩＧＳ ＷＯＮ＇Ｔ ＱＵＩＴ．] ❞ 𓂃 ♬ ˖ 02 ━ [ＬＯＯＫ ＡＬＩＶＥ， ＳＵＮＳＨＩＮＥ] ! ╰━━ in which, Y/N balances her new exceedingly eventful life. [ *Creepypasta* 𝗫 *FEM reader* ] 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗦 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing

## Mérida Slenderman Mérida Slenderman era una chica silenciosa que vivía en la Mansión Creepypasta. Aunque muchos la conocían como la hija de Slenderman y la hermana mayor de Sally Williams, pocos sabían la verdadera historia detrás de su mirada triste y distante. Cuando Mérida nació, su madre la abandonó sin siquiera despedirse. La pequeña pasó sus primeros años sintiendo un vacío que no podía explicar. Slenderman, aunque no era muy expresivo, fue quien la cuidó y le dio un hogar entre los habitantes de la mansión. Con el tiempo, Mérida comenzó a preguntarse por qué su madre nunca regresaba. Cada cumpleaños esperaba verla aparecer en la puerta, pero eso nunca ocurría. Años después, cuando ya había aprendido a ocultar su dolor, su madre volvió de repente. Mérida creyó que por fin tendría la familia que siempre había deseado. Durante un corto tiempo intentó acercarse a ella, conocerla y recuperar todos los años perdidos. Sin embargo, aquella felicidad duró muy poco. Cuando nació Sally, su madre volvió a marcharse, abandonándolas una vez más. Esta vez el golpe fue aún más duro porque Mérida ya había aprendido a quererla. Sentía que le habían arrancado algo que apenas había recuperado. Desde entonces, Mérida cambió. Dejó de confiar fácilmente en las personas y comenzó a pasar la mayor parte de su tiempo encerrada en su habitación dentro de la mansión. Sus paredes estaban cubiertas de dibujos, cartas nunca enviadas y recuerdos que guardaba en secreto. No le gustaba salir al mundo exterior. De hecho, casi nunca abandonaba la Mansión Creepypasta. El único momento en que cruzaba sus puertas era cuando alguien la invocaba. Entonces aparecía en silencio, cumplía con lo que debía hacer y regresaba rápidamente a su hogar. Sally era una de las pocas personas capaces de hacerla sonreír. Aunque Mérida intentaba parecer fría y seria, siempre protegía a su hermana menor. En el fondo temía que Sally también si

You got yourself into stuff you weren't supposed to, now you deal with the consequences of your actions.. (sooo uhh I got bored and I have too much free time so im making this story since I'm so bored all the time. I may not continue it, it just depends but its like a creepypasta story. Any pictures I use I will give credits to the people who made it if I know. The story cover I found on Pinterest so I dont know who made it but I edited it myself to make it look more scaryish I guess? Anyways sorry for my talking session but the first episode or something like that will be a character list just so if anybody reads this knows what characters are in here.)

"There's a thin line between love and hate", that's stupid. If you hate him, you just hate him. Who's the asshole that made that up? -Masky thought. The relationship Masky and Toby had was complicated... and weird. They were not friends, not a couple, they didn't even get along, but they love each other. They had a strange way to show their love, but they did love each other that's for sure. "Friends don't kiss", who cares, however they were not friends. They were just kisses from one proxy to another proxy. 🚨 Enemies to lovers x slow burn 🚨 Lenguage: hate speech, slurs 🚨 Sexual content NOT explicit 🚨 Grown up characters

This will have documented encounters with the creepypastas, and this is ur choice to read, so its not my fault if/when something happens to you!! This will kinda be like an online journal just in case I lose mine. Good luck in this rabbit hole... -AL3X

Not a lemon. I hate lemons. Ew.... (Y/n)-your name. (H/c)-hair colour. (H/l)-hair length. (E/c)-eye colour. Skin colour is pale in this.. Just for effect...

I was thinking of making this like a Listener instead of Reader for YouTube. (If someone can, thank you) This is 18+ WARNING: this is not appropriate for kids and younger, if you feel uncomfortable or concerned, pls click off. This will contain blood talks and gore talks, sexy words and has cuss words, pls understand if you don't like it, pls tell me but also click off if you don't like it.

Jeff is new in the Creepypasta world and Slendy says to make new friends. Ben has decided to try and make friends with him....Wish Jeff good luck you guys! Ben: Hehehehe.. Jeff: O_O

This is my first story so hope you like it don't forget to vote!☺️☺️😘😘

Das ist der zweite Teil meiner Masky auch ein Creepypasta kann lieben Fanfiction. Ich hoffe es gefällt euch, Leutz.

Sierra e o fată cu capul în nori. Doar că norii săi sunt gri şi viaţa sa nu e chiar atât de roz. Unchiul său abuziv ce obijnuia să locuiască cu ea şi părinţii ei i-a făcut viaţa un chin ani de zile; până când într-o zi, controlat de băutură, complotase să o ucidă. Salvată de un Proxy şi departe de casa sa, cu multe traume pe umeri ce o bântuie în fiecare seară, ea îi este datoare Operatorului pentru ceva ce şi ei îi e necunoscut. Vrei să aflii ce? [Cartea asta conţine limbaj vulgar,şcene de bătăi,abuz şi ucis. Citeşti pe propria răspundere]

Toby could run. That was something he was good at, despite his slightly sickly frame, and propensity to get winded after short sprints-if he wanted to enough, he could run. If he collapsed from exhaustion, that was his future self's problem. He kept running. Something he was not expecting was to step out onto a road, a pair of headlights headed straight for him. ----------------- Classic marble Hornets/Creepypasta crossover in which the other two proxies almost hit Toby with their car. Originally a series ao3, but I figured why not put the fics here as one thing?

Hello creepypasta fans!/or not. . . This is another book thing? I made where you can ask Toby some questions. I'm pretty sure Ticci Toby is from Kastoway from deviantart so that is the creator of Toby. Also Hoddie and Masky are from THAC I think. Please ask Toby questions!! XD okie thanks for reading the description :3

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #88 : " 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖫𝖾𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇 𝖤𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾... " " ... 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲. " _________________________________________ 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦! 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 ( 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗜 ) 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗬𝗧𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗢! 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦!

Hey guys, I was rummaging through some old stuff and I found this story my friend and I made in middle school. So, I thought to myself why not post it, haha. It's a Creepypasta fanfiction. Hope you guys enjoy it :)