Maskyandhoodie Stories

What is wrong with you? Why are you in love with a hatchet throwing killer? Why does hurting people feel so.. satisfying? And why does this guy GET it? You did something bad. Really bad. You know it's wrong and it feels wrong but.. something deep inside you likes is. Couldn't you just chew gum? Or have a better hobby? No, of course not! Instead your best hobby is murder, which is why now you're in this house full of psychos like you. Maybe that's why you've been hanging out with this one psycho and found him to be pretty interesting as you adjust to a new life as a malevolent entities killer. Disclaimer! All characters in this are not my own! Each creepypasta or proxy was made by someone else. This is just a story I'm writing. This is just fanfiction for me and anyone who wants to enjoy it! Some people forgot that. If this isn't your thing you are free to click away. Please no hate. This fic is a mix of the best aspects of the pastas or what I find interesting that works for the story narratively and character-wise. (I've been in this fandom so long!! Just got dragged back please send help ToT)

I have to write this again for some reason but anwyay, in this book you are a child who has undergone some bad "experiences" you get taken in by a pasta and have to learn to get used to growing up into the pasta lifestyle. (I picked features for the kids and stuff but they still have your name, feel free to imagin yourself in there if you want.)

When Cassy, you're average 17 year old girl, goes looking for her dog she gets a lot more than expected... *abuse, violence, swears, and sexual content*

Tim had hoped after all these years that he had finally beaten this thing and could live normal life, but he's having gaps in his memory again, and waking up with random injuries in unfamiliar places. Toby can't remember how he ended up in the woods, but he does know that he's being watched. Brian could have sworn he died, but he's woken up again in the woods. he just hopes he can find his friend again. A young boy has mysteriously escaped death, to the bafflement of doctors, but his older brother seems to have disappeared without a trace.

THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. NOT BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE MARBLE HORNETS AND CREEPYPASTA OF FANFIC WRITING ANYMORE, IT'S BECAUSE I REALIZED I NEED TO PLAN A STORY LIKE THIS BETTER. Find my better story (on @momento-heapass) called After the Flood. - - - Cultists? In MY town's woods? It's more likely than you think. - - - This is just a fun Creepypasta/Marble Hornets-ish x Reader with my own little spin. PLEASE NOTICE: The characters used in this story are not mine. Please check the chapter titled "Crediting" to learn more.

Requests are Open!Comment or DM me if you had some ^w^ Welcome to my Creepypasta Book!It's my first time writing some ^w^.This book contains stories and One-Shots.No mature or 18+ contents! And please read the Rules in the Request Page.

in this world y/n l/n was born into the sad reality of broken homes. they were treated with chores, not being able to see both parents at the same time and the crippling sadness that came along with eating meals alone. all of this changes one fateful day... it is up to y/n to realize what to do with it.

━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦━━━━ ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ Welcom to Slenderman's Mansion >w< Ask or Dare the Creepypastas anything :3! ━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦━━━━ ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈! ♡(^w^)♡

Ask Masky or Hoddie anything. they will answer and so will anyone else you want to ask.

before we start i must warn you, THERE WILL BE FOUL LANGUAGE IN THIS BOOK. Now to get to the descrpition of this part of the series. Draco broke a serious family code as well as a royal law and is now banished from hell where his family once was. and now is at a proxy home known as slender mansion, let us begin.

☝🏻 *Also the way I was brought to knowing masky and hoodie was throw this fandom so i will keep them in here also I understand they belong to marble hornets but go with it please?

Stories from our DA account (don't go there, it's a dark place). They're all crackfics, btw. We also edited them, so the grammar is better. **We own nothing and are not responsible for any discomfort or injury resulting from the viewing of this fanfiction. Viewer discretion is advised.**

Theme songs for each Pasta, as well as a few extras. I tried to find some less common songs that are usually considered to go with them. Feel free to recommend some songs you think fit, or to ask me why I choose the songs I did!

everyone knows that masky finds it difficult to share his cheesecake, but the only question is: are you going to accept this? will masky learn to share his cheesecake? or do everything only get worse?

Your running away from your family... from your father Zalgo. Slenderman finds you and welcomes you discovering your part demon, will changing families help your troubles or make the side effects worse?

Welcome to an adventure of a life time one may say, this is a gender neutral reader x story where your fate gets changed forever after a long night of murder and camera breaking fun. Will you survive? Or will you die like all the rest. Read and find out!

>>DISCONTINUED<< sorry guys I just don't find creepypasta that interesting anymore. Hope you're not mad or anything. Once again, I'm am SUPER sorry. I'm writing a new story though. You should go check it out ;)

Don't know what to put here credit to creator of the cover and the characters are not mine, maybe a couple OC's.

How long have I been here, housed in these glass walls? How many times will I wake up in a different room than I fall asleep in? How many times will I be tossed roughly into the room with marshmallow walls, dragged back into my simple room? A room with nothing but one bed and a small window, proving to me that I'm on the ground floor. But when they bring me here, to this glass prison, that is when I am most animalistic. I can feel their eyes on me, watching. Always watching. I never talk to the men in the white coats, never to the therapists or the ones who bring me medicine. They try to get me to talk, they threaten me, and I attack -- the cycle begins again. The padded cell to the glass one to the one with the window. But never outside, never free. The glimpse into the outside world makes freedom feel so close, it tempts me with its closeness and then tears my hope and dreams away without effort. The view is meant to break my spirit, to stomp down my rebellious spirit. But it only reinforces my desire to get out of this place. But I never will. They made sure of that. Welcome to my personal Hell... Welcome to Wayside Asylum. ***** Welcome to Wayside, a mental rehabilitation facility for the unbalanced and dangerous. While we hope to cure and release these patients of ours, they are offered a permanent home at Wayside. Any permanent physical or mental damage sustained at Wayside will not be paid for by the establishment. We do not guarantee safety, longevity, or curation of mental illnesses. Thank you for choosing Wayside. ***** I do not own Marble Hornets, the Creepypasta fandom, or any of their characters. I do own my original characters and storyline (though it is loosely based off of a Ticci Toby x Reader by @KissedByRain ... Loosely).