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creepypastafanfics · 2 years ago

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I would like to request BEN, Jeff, and Toby with an s/o that gets scared easily, but is very kind.

BEN:

BEN feels quite bad about it, but he will probably end up scaring you quite a bit on complete accident. Sometimes, when he's in his ghost form instead of his physical form, he forgets the fact that he can sneak up on people incredibly easily. This leads to him routinely accidentally scaring you by creeping up behind you before you know he's there. You're always so kind about it, as you know he's not doing it intentionally, but he still feels awful for it. I can see him conditioning himself to start just calling out to you from a distance before he gets close to you so you don't get as scared, and of course, you notice and thank him for it, but really you're just so sweet and adorable he can't stand the thought of constantly scaring you and causing you to go through that, so he'll make whatever adjustments that he needs to for you.

Jeff:

Jeff, being the tease that he is and that you're going to have to deal with throughout your relationship, will absolutely tease you for how easily scared you are, especially because of your naturally sweet and kind disposition. He won't do it too often because he doesn't wanna be too mean, but every now and then he's likely to probably jump out from behind something or tap you on your shoulder when you don't know he's behind you. He always coddles you after though, saying he's sorry and giving you a bunch of hugs and kisses to make up for it, although if you ever really want him to stop, he has no issues ceasing in his scaring behavior. He just really likes to joke around and tease you, but your happiness with him is more important than getting in a good scare every now and then, just let him know whatever makes you happiest.

Toby:

Toby gets so fucking immediately protective over you I swear to god. You're just so sweet and kind and caring and lovable and he can't stand the thought of such a soft little sweet baby like yourself getting constantly scared from things, so he makes it his personal duty to accompany you wherever you go to try and keep you safe from any possible scares, I am not even joking, this is just what happens when he gets attached to people. Checking inside rooms before you go into them, keeping his eyes out behind you so he knows if anyone is sneaking up behind you. He's your official bodyguard and he does whatever it takes to look after you and love on you and keep you safe. Even if everyone ends up teasing him for it, that's okay because you're worth it. But also I would suggest you tease him for it a little bit too just because it's so cute.

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creepypastafanfics · 2 years ago

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Hi Kitty! I was wondering how the proxies would react if their s/o went MIA on a mission? How would they react if they ever came back? Or what if they didn’t…? Anyway, hope you’re doing good! Remember to drink water and take breaks when you need them!!

Masky

When looking into himself for an answer, he would only meet himself with the realization of the harsh reality of this life.

He knows you're dead. He's seen the unsurvivable horror firsthand. The blood, the gore, the turning people inside out.

It's a terrible way to mourn over your lover knowing that they would be meeting the same fate.

Others will insist on looking for them, but he will decline rather harshly.

Masky would rather not have your death rubbed in his face with false hope that you might still be out there.

Slender forcefully made him stay home to rest, despite Masky's efforts of wanting to immediately go back to work.

And on that week off, he stared at the ceiling. He stared at the picture of you he keeps in his wallet.

He stared into the void of your whispers that didn't talk back.

Hoodie

Brian is a huge family guy. He seeks out relationships, whether they're romantic or platonic.

So when Slender privately pulled him aside and told him the news, he went into a bit of shock. Hoodie didn't even attempt to fight for control in that moment.

It was quiet in his head for the first time in a lot of years.

He didn't hear anything of what Slender said after that. And somehow he made his way to his room to recuperate.

Slowly, the grief turned into anger. Anger towards the situation, anger toward you, anger toward Slender, anger toward his friends.

He wasn't the same person, and he hasn't smiled since.

But he won't give up. Every minute of his waking day is dedicated into finding you again. And he's not going to stop before he either meets the same fate as you or Slender physically restrains him.

Toby

Toby, the sweet boy, is absolutely heart broken.

He doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He spends hours talking with Slender for any possible way they can locate you again, even if it was just your corpse.

A proper burial would be respectful of your memory and the love you showed toward everyone.

While depressed, Toby tries his best to have hope and stay positive, even as the years dwindle on.

He hopes that one morning he'll find you eating breakfast as if nothing happened.

He hopes you two can cuddle and watch that terrible movie that he hates but watches it with you because he loves spending time with you.

He hopes he can exact his revenge one day, after he locates the culprit.

He hopes that Lyra is taking good care of you where ever you may be in the afterlife.

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creepypastafanfics · 2 years ago

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❝The Halloween party massacre❞

⤷ Summary: Toby takes a liking to you and decides he doesn't want you dead

a/n: originally this was meant to be a scenario with multiple pastas but I made Toby's so long I got into it and decided to make it a standalone thing

Tw: descriptions of violence and injuries

October 31st, 11:30pm

It was Halloween night and you were at a friend's house, she was holding a big party to celebrate her birthday. At first you thought it sounded really fun but now that you were here, blaring lights in your eyes, music pounding in your ears surrounded by a bunch of drunk people dancing you really felt like just going home and watching a scary movie while eating some candy.

You put your cup down and turned to look for the exit when someone caught your eye. A boy you hadn't seen before was leaning against the wall by the door, just looking at the people trying to ignore Chad talking to him. He looked obviously uncomfortable and cracking his neck more often than a normal person would, you decided why not.

You walked over to the guy, ignoring Chad you smiled at him.

"Hell of a party right? I like your costume!"

Chad laughed and put his arm around your shoulders making you cringe, he smelled like alcohol and b.o.

"Heyyyyyyy (y/n!!" He drawled, obviously too drunk to control his volume. "Look at him! He's like...twitching? Is he having a seizure?? OH NO DO I NEED TO CALL THE AMBULENCE? IM DYSLEXIC I CANT"

You covered your ears and sighed, stifling a laugh at his antics, "I'm sure he's fine Chad, now why don't you join Kat on the dance floor?" You guestered over to his girlfriend who was doing a drunken rendition of Rasputin.

As he left you turned back to the guy, "Are you okay? I don't wanna be rude but do you need anything?"

He looked at you, then shook his head, then his shoulders. You didn't want to be to loud but it was kinda hard to hear over the music

"I really like your costume!" You had no idea who he was supposed to be but he looked cool, plus his hatchets looked so real.

He smiled at you...you think. When he spoke his voice was muffled and raspy.

"Thanks, I like yours! I really like the Halloween movies"

"Nice, Have you seen the new one yet?"

He nodded, "Yeah, uh, I, I had mixed feelings"

"I know right? I liked it but it didn't really feel like a Halloween movie"

"movie" He echoed in the same tone, to which you nodded

"Yeah, like it was supposed to be Micheals last movie and homie was barely in it"

He nodded, before cracking his neck again and you decided just not to bring it up.

"Do you have a favourite scary movie?" You asked him

He hummed, "I like The Thing, I uh.....like aliens" he trailed off and you gasped in excitement

"Holy shit me too! Aliens are so interesting! And it would be dumb to think we're the only living things in the universe right?"

"Right!" He nodded, this time you were much more confident in your belief he was smiling.

"Oh sorry I didn't even introduce myself!" You realised you still didn't know his name, "I'm (y/n), it's nice to meetcha!"

He hiccupped, or maybe squeaked, "I'm Toby"

You smiled once more, and you opened your mouth to ask his number, when out of nowhere you heard a scream, and saw your friend Abby running up the stairs to her bedroom, tears running down her face.

"Oh shit" you cursed before turning to Toby "I'm so sorry I really need to go check on my friend, I'll catch up with you afterwards!" You didn't give him a chance to say anything before you ran after her.

You and another friend Iris tried to open her bedroom door, it was locked, you knocked.

"Hey girl open the door before I kick it down"

With a click the door unlocked and Abby ran back to her bed, shoving her face into her pillow

"What's wrong?" You sat next to her, she started to speak but she was doing that type of crying where you cry so hard you have to gasp for air so you hugged her, "calm down," Iris spoke softly "tell us when you're ready"

She cried into your shoulder for a bit while Iris rubbed her back

"Hey I know this is a really emotional moment for you but I gotta ask where did you get that eyeliner? It hasn't smudged a bit"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes "It's sharpie"

"Oh," you nodded which made her giggle

"Fuck don't make me laugh I'm supposed to be sad"

"Right sorry, you wanna talk about it now?"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes before showing you her phone, photos upon photos of her girlfriend, texting and kissing a man and the texts were.....explicit.

You and Iris looked at each other before frowning

"I'm gonna kill her"

Abby laughed again, but this one sounded more bitter, "don't"

"Seriously Abs, why the fuck would she cheat on you on your birthday? Fuck why would she cheat on you PERIOD?"

She choked and wiped her nose, "she, she said she didn't want t-to lie to me anymore, that she was in, in love with him, she even told me I was being dramatic! Apparently half of our group already knew!!"

"What?!"

Okay, that was it, you looked at Iris "Can you stay up here with her for a second"

She nodded "Break her nose for me"

"I'm not just gonna break her nose, I'm gonna fucking kill her"

You shut the door behind, walking down stairs with the new purpose of beating a hoes ass, as you descended the stairs you heard a scream, then another.

You walked into the living room expecting something crazy to be going on, and to be fair, something was.

Abbys girlfriend lay in a pool of blood by the punch bowl, a large amount of holes in her stomach leaking blood into the wooden floor. The knife still sticking out of her stomach. You froze, your legs seemed to be stuck to the floor and you took in the sight, when the smell of metal and Raspberry hit you your eyes watered and your throat burned, you were gonna throw up.

A loud bang and scream finally seemed to catch all the drunken kids attention that something was wrong, thats when all hell broken loose, people ran left and right and you saw a tall pale man come out from the room next door, he apathetically yanked the knife out of her body before turning to you. His dark eyes lit up as his already wide smile seemed to crawl further up his face.

Your body screamed at you, and you bolted, he followed soon after running into the kitchen you grapped the first thing you could see, a bottle of windex, having no time to think you sprayed it in his eyes and you ran.

You ran to the front door, it was chained shut. You cursed under your breath and ran upstairs.

Running up to Abbys room you pulled the door open and tried to shut it quickly but still quietly, you locked it behind you while Iris and Abby looked at you confused.

"Can she fight?" Iris asked "Or did she bring her cuzzies around cause I'll beat they ass too" she said as you caught your breath.

You hushed them, turning off the lights and barracading the door,

"What's wrong?" Abby whispered to you, you grabbed them both and shoved them into the closet, a place they both knew well. Pulling clothes on top of them you shushed them both

"Someone's in your house" you whispered and the colour left Abbys face "Someone's," you paused unsure of how to explain "Someone's dead, and he's got a knife" Iris grabbed Abby as Abby let out a sob. "Call 911" you whispered before shutting them in.

You looked at the window, and as you suspected, it was too high up with bottles and cups waiting for you at the bottom, not a soft landing. The door behind you started thudding, leaving you no choice but to dive under the bed like a basic bitch.

The door banged, whoever was behind that door really wanted to come in, you heard something crack and silent tears started to role down your cheeks as the terror started to sink into your gut that this may be the day you day. You clenched your eyes shut and tried to control your breathing, comforting yourself by trying to delude yourself into believing that you were the final girl (I'm using the troupe by its name here but it is not meant to specify gender).

Suddenly the banging stopped and you opened your eyes. You paused, peaking out from under the bed when you heard a creak from behind you that made your blood run cold.

'The crazy bastard climbed though the window!' You thought, then you realised, you'd never heard the guy by the doors footsteps, meaning....

There was someone else.

You wanted to scream, to yell, to run far away. But all you could do was freeze, scared to move, scared to breath as you watched as the intruders shoes.

He walked over to the door, strangely not choosing to remove the barricade, and instead he walked towards the bed. You're stomach dropped.

'No, no, no , no, no' You begged any creature that would listen tjat he wouldn't look, but you knew he'd be stupid not to. You held your breath, when you saw the closet door slowly open and Abby and Iris sneak out slowly, Abby carrying her Hello Kitty bat and Iris holding her pocket-knife.

'No, no, no, no" You tried to silently will them both back into the closet (as their family did many times) when suddently the man dropped onto his knees and peaked under the bed. The world frooze.

"Toby?" If he hadnt have tilted his head in response you wouldnt even have know youd spoken out loud, and he froze. Untill a loud sound and him nearly falling over let you know they had both had indeed whacked the man - Toby, upside the head.

You crawled out from under the bed as he slowly turned to her, rubbing his head as he cracked his neck.

"That wasn't very nice" Abby took a step back and stumbled over a misplaced shoe landing on her ass. Iris stood in front of her, still holding the knife. Sirens could be heard in the distance as you rifled though Abbys drawers to look for anything useful.

You couldn't manage to find anything, you turned back to your friends desperately, Toby took another hit from Iris, looking at her before pulling the knife out emotionlessly and throwing it aside he shoved her aside and knelt down next to Abby, whispering something in her ear before running to the window and jumping away, landing on the bottles before running into the woods.

The sirens were outside now, you ran to your friends, holding each other as you all cried you looked at Abby,

"What did he say to you?"

Tears fell down her face and you couldn't tell if it was from fear, trauma or relief since you could hear the cops downstairs.

"Happy Birthday"

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creepypastafanfics · 2 years ago

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Request for you to write what you want, only write what makes you happy

Been a while since I've written something darker, hm? At the request of dear @scary-lasagna it's dark time~

Dark Yan!Toby content time~ CW for violence

Teeth can be dangerous. It's something everyone knows, and it seems Toby is especially aware of this fact, which causes him to use that fact to his advantage. See, he could use weapons on you, it would be so easy, such an obvious answer, but it's just so much more satisfying when he elicits those delicious sounding screams from you with his own body.

He bites you frequently. When you've made him angry, disobeyed him too many times, and pissed him off, he'll sink his teeth into you with the intent of ripping off chunks of your flesh, and sometimes he succeeds. He gets drunk on your screams and the taste and sight of your blood, so it's just such a good punishment in his opinion. Of course, he'll lecture you later when he has to treat your injuries and wrap them up so you don't die from infection, but you can tell the excitement from the thrill of doing that to you is still coursing through his body. You've learned to keep your neck away from him when he's angry, lest he take a deadly chunk out of it, and you've instead learned to sacrifice your arms and legs when he starts grabbing for you.

It's when he's much more... Excited that he likes to draw out the process of using his teeth on you. When he's grinding into you, burying his teeth into the base of your throat just enough to draw blood, for him to slurp from you as though he's a vampire having an absolute feast. In times like this, he leaves deep bites all over your body, licking blood from every inch of your skin, watching as the gorgeous red coats your skin, making you even more beautiful in his eyes. Even if you never ever make him angry, his teeth will still find their way into your skin. It's satisfying, the feeling of popping through your skin, the burst of iron on his tongue, the smell invading his senses. It's absolutely euphoric, especially with your whines and cries and screams from the pain echoing through his mind. When it comes down to it, Toby's favorite trait of himself, his lovely sharp and dangerous teeth will come to be your least favorite trait. Unless, of course, with time you come to crave him covering your body in teeth marks and injuries just as much as he does. After all, there will not be a single day in the rest of your life you aren't covered in them.

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creepypastafanfics · 3 years ago

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Creepypasta mood board

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creepypastafanfics · 3 years ago

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Could I please have some headcanons of DN Jeff, Toby, BEN, EJ, and Tim with an s/o who's scared of having sex or doing anything sexual because they fear that they will leave them afterwards or that they'll just be used and then dumped? Sorry if this doesn't make sense.

Jeff The Killer

Huh?

Why would you think that?

He, in reality, probably would.

Idk it honestly depends on how long y'all have been in a relationship

"Sweet cheeks, why in the hell would I do something like that?"

He'll assure you he would never

Ticci Toby

Awe

Babe, he would absolutely never.

No way in hell

He would abso-fuckin-lutely never do that to you

He doesn't use people

He's actually a bit offended

Do you not trust him?

I mean he understands, maybe you've been used by someone in the past.

BEN drowned

BEN probably would actually

Lol but same for Jeff, it depends on how long you and him were in a relationship.

But he honestly wouldn't do that

He isn't the kind of person who does that kinda thing

Absolutely reassures you he would never

Eyeless Jack

why would he do that

Deadass would never do that

He hates people like that

He would positively never do that

He doesn't just use people dude

He's not like that

Tim Wright

You--you think Tim would do something like that?

Absolutely not

Would never

When he reassures you he would never, he's being completely truthful.

He knows what it's like to be used for shit like that

He would never do that to you or anyone

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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Stockholm syndrome(sympathy for a killer) part 8

I wanted to cry, to scream, to take my answer back. Anything i could to try to at least keep myself alive. Then, quite suddenly—so sudden that i was taken back—he grabbed hold of his wrist, forcing it back to his side and away from the knife. In a harsh, though quiet, voice he kept repeating the word: “no,” over and over again. But i think it was to himself, or more specifically the killer in him, then in response to me.

“I can’t!” He cried suddenly, forcing both hands against the sink, with such force he actually managed to crack the already chipped basin. He kept his head lowered, his hair shadowing his face, his body trembling.

“Don’t...” he muttered quietly to himself, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “please, not her... anyone but her...”

I stayed silent, watching in a mix of confusion and concern as he sobbed. Finally i couldn’t take it anymore, i didn’t want to see him like this. Slowly i got up, ignoring the renewed pain in my side and carefully made my way over to him, to wrap my arms securely around his back, giving him comfort the only way i could think of.

We stayed that way for a few more minutes until he sniffed, turning around so we were face to face, and gave me a proper hug.

“Was that what you were talking about?” I asked him and he raised his face to stare at me. I gave a small reassuring smile and wiped a stray tear from his face, a face i had now grown so used to, “the urges?”

He nodded. I sighed and moved back.

“You want to kill me,” i stated simply

“No! I...” he caught himself and turned away, thinking through some things before sighing, “...you’re right, we shouldn’t be friends. I’d just end up hurting you of we did. looks like you’re stuck with me until your wounds have healed.”

He tried for a smile but it seemed rather forced, and with the added dried blood around his mouth made for an admittedly gruesome sight.

“Can’t i just go to the hospital?” I asked, still a little freaked out by his apparent fit, he could have another one anytime and might not come back from it.

He shook his head, “best not. You’ll have to go through how you got injured and all that. In the end, you’d only end up turning me in. Better you stay here where i can keep an eye on you.”

“So I’m like your prisoner?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that. I do prefer the term guest, and it is only until your wounds have healed. It’s not really that long if you think about it.”

Sighing i agreed, i didn’t really have any other options anyway.

He smiled at my answer, a sudden light glinting eerily in his eyes, “perfect. Now I think its time for my little guest to go... to... sleep...”

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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Stockholm syndrome(sympathy for a killer) part 7

He gave an actual laugh at my remark and stared up at me, “yeah, I’m glad i didn’t though.”

He then went and returned the equipment to the cabinet before wiping what amount of blood and antiseptic he had picked up off his hands.

“It is nice to see you,” Jeff admitted, “even if our reunion didn’t go as planned, i just wasn’t expecting to run into you... here... in this city.”

I shrugged, “yeah well i thought it was time i moved, you know? To get a fresh start...”

“...running?” He asked and i sighed.

“A failed relationship,” i admitted, “he tried to force me to do something i just wasn’t ready for...”

he snorted as if my relationship issues humoured him, “heh, well he didn’t deserve you anyway. i... ah, well... i have actually been thinking a lot about you these last few years, if I’m honest... i thought that... maybe—” he stopped his train of thought and turned away, a faint blush creeping in under the burns on his face.

He ran his fingers through his hair, “—just listen to me ramble, heh, you always managed to make me act like this, you know.”

I laughed. it was true. as children it would have been almost known fact, if not more of a rumour, that Jeff had more than a little crush on me. His brother knew it (he even told me once, but i didn’t believe him), and apparently most of the children at school knew as well. Maybe that was the reason he had been so moody and distant when we said goodbye before his move.

He scratched slightly at the scares that lined his cheek as if trying to choose his next words, making me believe that this ‘killing�� thing of his was more of a second personality and the rest of the time he was just himself, Jeff... My Jeff. The boy i had known from childhood.

I smiled at his actions, pulling myself up and hiding a wince.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him in a teasing tone, like how i use to as a kid, “come on, you can tell me.”

He smiled at the tease, a few drops of blood still dripping from the ruins of his lips, and turned down to stare at me.

“I was thinking that, well... seeing as you’re here and all... maybe we could be friends again?”

I sighed, pushing my legs out in front of me, causing the new stitches to tear a little, “i wish i could say ‘yes’, but after what you told me... and this whole killing thing of yours, i just don’t think we can. I’m sorry, Jeff, i really am, but the answer is no.”

At my answer a dark gleam spread across his face, his eyes taking on a more maniacal light, and the breath caught in my throat remembering the knife he had stored in the waist of his pants. His breathing became rapid and crept through his clenched teeth in huffs, as if he’d burst out in hysteric laughter any minute. His fingers on one hand started to twitch, reaching instinctively towards the hilt of his hidden blade...

#creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #jeffery woods

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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Stockholm syndrome(sympathy for a killer) part 6

It took a few minutes for his words to take hold in my mind, surely i had misheard? But the silence that followed grew darker and a cold feeling seeped through the room. I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to break the quiet.

“D-dead? What do you mean by that? What happened?”

“Oh,” he gave a small laugh that drew up whatever little warmth there was left in the room, “i killed them...”

The blood drained from my face as memories flooded my mind. Images of a kinder time, before they moved. Jeff, Liu and i would always hang out together after school and on weekends. They were like a second family to me, the brothers i never had.

And Liu, shy, quiet and friendly. With his light brown hair and aqua green eyes. I never admitted it to myself but i had a strong crush on Jeff’s brother. To hear that he was dead left me feeling hollow and empty inside.

At that moment i really hated Jeff, i wanted to hurt him, break him, but in my current state I’d never be able to. I probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything to him even without a weeping stab wound in my side.

He noticed the tears before i did. Turning to face me he knelt down. No longer having the space to move back any further i closed my eyes, anything to avoid him. Cold breath brushed over me as he sighed, and i flinched instinctively when he went to wipe a tear from my cheek. At his light touch i forced my eyes open.

Even with that evil, wide and carved in smile i could tell that he was pained, i saw it in his eyes.

“You think i don’t regret what i did?” He asked, the sadness sounding very obvious in his voice, “every day since then i had hoped that it had been a dream. But i can’t take it back, nothing i do will ever bring them back!”

“Then why did you do it?!” I shot out, anger and pain finally taking over my fear. Then i noticed the tears trailing down his pale and scarred face.

“I wasn’t myself!” He shot back, physically and mentally breaking, “something... else had control of me. It’s a feeling... an urge that i can’t control. And when it takes over i...” he lapsed into silence and glanced away from me, the sounds of sobs the only thing that soon filled the emptiness.

Minutes passed by with no one saying anything. Finally he sniffed, wiping a hand under his lidless eyes and turned back to me. He didn’t face me, instead his attention was drawn towards the gap in my side. During our encounters the stitches had come loose, but i hadn’t noticed the pain until he had redrawn my attention to it.

“Your wound’s reopened,” he noticed, his voice hollow and deprived of anything, “we need to see to it. It could get infected or worse... you could bleed out.”

I snorted, wiping my eyes and tried to bring some sort of light back into the room, even if it was with sarcastic humour.

“You really do aim to kill, don’t you?”

He gave a small huff and glanced up at me, “i did warn you not to over do it.”

I shrugged as he went to the cabinet under the sink and brought out some antiseptic and a needle and thread. Taking in a deep breath i closed my eyes tight, biting off a scream as he went to work, the needle tearing in and out of my flesh at random.

“You’re really not good at this, you know?” I remarked as he finished, tearing at the thread with his teeth.

He wrapped fresh bandages around the wound before answering, “Well what did you expect? I’m a killer, not a doctor. I don’t save lives, i end them...”

I had to give a laugh, “yeah, you damn near ended mine...”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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sfw and nsfw hcs of yandere jeff, toby, and tim pls <3

Jeff the Killer

SFW

Narcissist

He doesn't really care if you're comfortable, you're his and you should be glad he even looks your way

He essentially keeps you in a concrete basement with nothing but an old mattress

"Stop fucking complaining! You should be at my feet and thanking me for even letting you live."

NSFW

Loves cutting you and licking up the blood from it

Super sadistic

Loves nothing more than to make you scream and cry in pain

Likes holding a knife against your throat while he uses you <3

Ticci Toby

SFW

Tries to be nice to you but gets angry easily

He hasn't gotten any affection since his sister died and he left his mother, so if you refuse to give him any affection he gets hurt and pissed off

Probably tries to scare you into doing what he wants

"Why can't you just f-f-fucking love me?! Its' all I want!!'

NSFW

Doesn't have any idea how pain works so,,

He doesn't realize if he's hurting you 90% of the time

And probably doesn't care either if he's horny enough

Very apologetic about it afterwards and patches you up

Masky/Tim Wright

SFW

Just don't piss him off :)

Do whatever he says and you'll probably be fine

The second you make him angry, be prepared for a lot of pain

"Yeah, that fuckin hurts, doesn't it? Maybe you should listen a little better next time, bitch."

NSFW

Very rough with you, but not as much as Jeff

Likes fucking you from behind with his hand fisted in your hair and your face shoved in the mattress <3

Doesn't care at all if he's hurting you

Honestly he's only focused on getting himself off

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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ok ok bestie head canons where it turns out their s/o DIDNT die and they live happily ever after

OKAY BESTIE

Masky/Tim Wright

Doesn't leave your side the entire time you’re recovering

The first thing you see when you wake up after the incident is him passed out on the chair next to your bed, a cup of empty coffee in his hand and his chin tucked into his shoulder like a duck

You can tell he hasn't been taking care of himself; he looks like he hasn't shaved in a couple days and the area under his eyes are dark with sleep depriviation

When you wake up the first thing he does is give you a bear hug and tries not to cry

Pls comfort him he was terrified

Ticci Toby

The only reason he isn't at your side when you wake up is because Brian forced him to go eat

When he comes back in and sees you awake, he goes to tackle you into a hug but Jason grabs him by the collar before you can

"If you bust their stitches I will kill you"

Pouts and gently hugs you

Definitely starts crying when you kiss him

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Probably stayed in his room because he couldn't bear to see you injured

When he hears a knock on his door and sees its you he freezes for a solid minute

His brain cant keep up with the fact that you're alive and well and kissing him

Finally snaps out of it and hugs you, burying his head in your shoulder

Hold him and pet his hair while he calms down pls this poor man needs it

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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Stockholm syndrome(sympathy for a killer) part 5

“Jeff?” I gasped in absolute shock, “Jeffrey Wood?!”

He gave a small accepting shrug, his smile becoming somehow a little less horrifying.

“well yeah...” he gave a small sigh and scratched at a slowly drying scab, “i guess i have changed a lot since the last time you saw me.”

“We were thirteen,” i reminded him, “yeah you changed a lot.”

“Well i guess i should say: its nice to see you, but—” his unblinking gaze lowered to the slowly seeping wound in my side, “—going off our reunion I’d say not...”

“Yeah you could say that,” i snarled, shifting a little and holding back a grimace, “i never thought my childhood friend would come at me with a knife.”

He looked away, “...sorry...”

“Can’t say i forgive you,” i admitted, honestly a little taken back that he had in fact apologised.

He nodded in agreement, “yeah you probably shouldn’t. I can never take it back,” —he sighed and his expression became pained—“just like everything else I’ve done...”

Everything else? I thought to myself.

I was going to ask what he meant by that, but thought better of it, seeing as whatever it was he clearly didn’t what to remember. So instead i asked a different question, one that had been bothering me ever since I found out who he was.

“How did this happen anyway?”

By the sudden look of anger i knew i had asked the wrong question. He snarled, more to himself, but answered my question anyway.

“Long story,” he explained, his voice bitter, “involving a child’s birthday party... and some bastard kids...”

I curled myself up tighter against the cold bathtub, admittedly afraid of his tone, but I tried to sympathise.

“A birthday party? But, you never went to children’s parties.” I should know, because i had invited him to many of mine, and he had always refused.

“I know, right?” He exclaimed in a huff, “but try telling mum that! She wouldn’t have a word of it!”

The mention of his mother brought a faint smile to my face. I hadn’t heard from them in forever, which i thought was a little weird since our families were always so close. I just guess that it fell apart when they moved.

“how is she anyway? And your dad, and brother Liu?”

He turned away from me and didn’t answer for a few minutes. Finally he sighed and ran a hand through his sooty, dark hair. He turned so he could just see me out of the corner of his unblinking, wide eye, and the expression he wore was terrifying.

“...dead...” he said simply and a shiver ran down my spine.

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer

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creepypastafanfics · 4 years ago

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Stockholm syndrome(sympathy for a killer) part 4

I froze at the light touch of the cold metal, feeling a trickle of sweat run down the back of my neck. Giving a small and nervous swallow i felt the sharp edge of the blade dig slightly into my flesh, a small drop of blood beaded and slowly dripped down my skin. I waited for what felt like forever, staring desperately into his pale and freezing gaze.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, finally removing the knife and slipping it into the waist of his pants. He stood up and stared at me as i wiped hesitantly at the blood on my throat.

“Seriously relax. If I wanted you dead i would have just killed you last night.”

I blinked at him, feeling momentarily ashamed that i could considering that his injuries meant that he couldn’t. I then felt embarrassed for thinking that. He just continued to stare at me as if waiting for me to say something, so i thought about something to say.

“So you’re... not going to kill me?” I asked, still understandingly uncertain, after all he did have a knife to my throat.

“Of course not. You are a guest in this house after all.”

I huffed sarcastically, “you call this a house?”

He gave a shrug, “well its where I’m staying for the time being, and besides its not like the owners will be coming back any time soon.”

I gave a small nod, not really wanting to think about what had happened to the previous owners. Curling myself back up against the side of the bathtub i asked the one main question on my mind.

“How long am i going to stay here for?”

“Simple,” he smiled, causing a small tearing sound to erupt as more of the scars around his mouth tore apart, “til your wounds have healed.”

“Okay, and... who are you, anyway?”

“Oh come on (y/n), i know you’re not that stupid.”

I blinked again, too confused this time to even bother to feel ashamed, “how did you know my name?”

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me,” he turned to face me and gave me a truely horrifying smile, “after all, we used to be best friends...”

My eyes widened as memories flooded my mind, images of a laughing boy with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. I shook my head in disbelief.

The only word i was able to utter in that moment was a small: “...no...”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer

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