#Eyeless Jack Imagines

[darkromanceenthusiast]

Can I get chubby s/o x eyeless Jack, (any other cp), and slenderman pls I love ur writing

Pairings: Eyeless Jack x reader, Jeff the Killer x reader, Slenderman x reader (separate)

Contains: chubby reader, fluff, these man are so appreciative of the chub, mentions of sex

Jack loves loves loves your chubbiness, this man definitely prefers curvy girls imo

He is the first to compliment you and your body in any situation, he always notices when you wear new clothes or sexy lingerie/underwear

If you wear his shirts or such around the house he might just break down onto his knees from sheer horniness

Jack loves to cuddle so much and he routinely makes your thighs or tummy into a pillow for himself

He will ‘make biscuts’ on your thighs like a cat, often while letting out some very deep purrs

He also loves giving you little love bites all over your body

Jack also love watching you do stuff around the house because he loves seeing the jiggle

Jeff is absolutely feral and unhinged when it comes to your body

He is constantly slapping your ass

Constantly seriously

If you walk infront of this man your ass is getting slapped

Jeff does everything in his power to see you naked as often as he can

He once broke into the bathroom by popping the window out of frame because you locked the bathroom door and he heard the shower running

Jeff is even more of a cuddle bug than Jack is, if you’re close and not busy you’re probably wrapped up in Jeff’s arms

He also loves it when you wear his hoodie, seeing you in one of his old bloodstained hoodies drives him crazy

Especially if you only wear underwear or shorts underneath so he can see your ass and thighs

Slender does his best to act as professional and respectful as possible but you make it very difficult

“My love, you look exquisite, please be kind to me.” Is Slender’s way of saying you’re so sexy he’s struggling

He loves to sneakily pinch or smack your ass with his tendrils

He also is very into worshipping your body and caressing the parts of your body you’re uncomfortable with

Slender loves watching you do literally anything, he thinks you’re so attractive

He will also let you wear his sweaters when you’re cold which always ends up getting him hot and bothered

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Obsession pt.5

Eyeless Jack x reader

Pt.4

**This is a CG/l story, it's 18+ there will be D/S dynamics but Littlespace will NEVER be sexualized**

Warnings: Fem pronouns for reader, semi-established relationship, Cursing, Stalking, CG/l dynamics

You had grown used to staying with Jack, he tried his best to keep your days as interesting as possible, he would leave for work and every now and then he'd have to take a trip over the weekend or something. You had stopped counting the days after two months, and instead just enjoyed your life one day at a time.

You were currently helping Jack with the dinner dishes, he made a delicious spaghetti for you to eat. You realized you still hadn't seen Jack really eat with you but you shrugged it off, you knew Jack wasn't normal and that's where you left the subject.

Jack handing you a dish to dry got cut short by someone pounding on the front door, it was loud and quick punches, Jack picked you up and sat you on the couch before going to the door.

"You better have a good fucking reason for coming here." He says to the person behind the door, still not opening it

"J-Jack...I'm I-injured. You know I w-wouldn't come here unless it was an e-emergency." You heard the gruff voice on the other side reply. They were obviously stuttering from the pain and weakness, Jack opened the door and pulled the person in.

You watched as they walked a couple feet into the room and collapsed, you saw a girl dressed in warm clothes follow them in and kneel next to him in concern, she whispered comforting things as tears fell from her eyes. You got up and decided to make the two of you some tea to give Jack space to work.

Jack picked up the person who you now knew was a man, and laid him on the couch. You finally caught a glimpse of his face, you stared in horror at his scarred eyelids and Chelsea smile. The smile was so deeply scarred into his face and he was inhumanly pale.

"Jeff, you need to tell me what happened." He says and  Jeff lays convulsing on the couch, Jack looks toward the girl that had came in with Jeff,

"What happened?" He asked in a soft voice

"He was shot. I think I'm the leg and the chest, we were running." She said quietly and you walked over gently placing a hand on her shoulder

"I made some tea, you don't need to see this. If you're okay with it we can go to my room while Jack helps him." You say calmly and she nods, wiping the tears from her face before smiling at you

"Thank you, I'd really like that." You smile back and lead her to your room as you both try to keep your mugs from spilling, once in your room you let her pick a movie and settle in to watch it with her before asking questions

"Are you okay?" You ask, looking at her warily and she nods

"I'm okay, I know how it looks but Jeff keeps me safe, he loves me." She says as she looks at her mug you nod and sigh

"Aslong as you're truly happy and okay then I'm okay with it. I'm (your name) by the way." You reply

"Thank you, I'm Sarah." She answers and you turn your attention back to the movie after sharing a smile with her.

You had watched two movies before Jack came into your room, you both held your breath waiting for him to tell you what was happening.

"Jeff is stable, you guys can stay in our guest room until he recovers. In the meantime I need to talk to my little, you and Jeff coming here has brought up things I wasn't able to share yet." He said before pushing the door open and motioning for Sarah to leave, she smiled and you and gave you a small wave before leaving and going to find Jeff in the spare room, he shut the door behind her and went to sit on your bed with you, waiting for the questions to start.

"Jeff isn't a human is he?" You ask remembering his scars and Jack shakes his head

"He was a human, a long time ago, just as I was. Almost all of us were human or spirits once." He answers

"We? There's more of you?" You stare at his mask, hoping desperately for him to open up to you

"Not of me exactly, but we're all supernatural beings who follow the operator, to sum it up we're kinda like hit men." He explains and you nod and rub your temples

"So you're like inhuman hit men and each of you are unique?" You ask and he nods

"Okay. So you're not human. Is that the thing that I'm supposed to see you differently because of?" You ask

"Is it not? I'm not like you, I'm a monster." He says, his voice barely above a whisper and you shrug

"I mean it's not that surprising, you always wear a mask and gloves, you're bigger than any man I've ever met." You say

"I'm glad you're not freaking out right now, I expected it to be a lot worse honestly."

[iicarused]

##let us adore you

jeff the killer x reader / eyeless jack x reader / ticci toby x reader / UNEDITED

synopsis: general headcanons in which how you met them

beware: DARK THEMES / yandere traits, stalking, implied manipulation, mentions of murder &&* gore //: if there is any that i missed, please let me know !

envelope from the author: masky, hoodie, and kate chaser will be pt 2 of this:)

JEFF THE KILLER

he met you at a convenience store, how funny. this man planned on killing the cashier, take the cash and leave a meal for his cannibal friend out back, then hop to the next town over. yet, you walked through the aisles of the store at the dark of the night. do you know what kind of creeps are out here at this hour?

he waited for you to leave before he got the job done. you should feel relieved, you should feel like the most luckiest person in the world and it’s because he spared you.

“no, i’m staying back.” he would tell his eyeless friend. “it’s my business to know and for you to fuck off,” he’d argue. “i have a… dilemma.” jeff confessed. for someone he only caught a glimpse of, for a voice he only heard a faint whisper from, he didn’t know whether to stay just for you or to leave while he can.

you were a plague in his mind, because he searched for you. it took three days at most to finally find the dorms you stayed in, and another three to know your roommates schedule. everyone in the area was shaken from the murder, everything including you. but why?

he could not understand why you would lock your windows and double check if the door was locked. both of you lived in a secured building where security littered the grounds and constantly checked ID. jeff would know, he stole a carbon copy of himself (in terms of dressing style) just to make sure of your safety on campus.

“hey, watch it!” jeff barked at the random who sped by you. he fixed his mask and came to your aid, a gloved hand coming over yours to help you up from the grass.

“oh, they’re probably just late to class,” you breathed. “it’s fine, but thank you.”

through the thin lens of his sunglasses, jeff drank in your appearance. “they could’ve bumped you on to the curb side — it really ain’t, sweetheart.” you smell great by the way.

“but they didn’t.” you finally looked at him and smiled. “are you a med student?”

you’re so sweet. so pure, and he wanted to corrupt that. he wanted to see those pretty doe eyes flutter up at him like that again, for the sweetness behind your gaze was enough for him to melt. he wants you, no, he needs you.

EYELESS JACK

you were a curious one, a little too curious in this scenario. a detective in a case of which you were to figure out why bodies were missing organs — or why people were waking up with soreness to their abdomen to only find a stitched up wound.

you took this case as an eager detective who wanted to solve the biggest mystery of north america — but you felt as if you just signed your life away. in the next eight victims that fell to their demise, you made notes of when and where it occurred. it would not be until a night after talking with the sheriff and little too much rum, you found something.

to your horror, the first letter of every street spelled something. two words that nearly sent you running if it weren’t for something stopping you from leaving

“found you.” his voice was a gentle whisper, and almost incoherent if it weren’t for the dead silence in the room. you dared not turn but you felt if you didn’t, it would come closer.

the pistol is on your desk and you’re ready to make a ruckus for anyone on the street to hear. “what? was this just some silly little game for you to show me you could spell?” there were only two regrets you had in your entire life.

the first regret was that you wished you never lied to your mother of who broke the plate that was on the floor. the second regret was turning around and facing a being that was too intricate for you to understand.

“i like playing with my food.” he replied before lunging at you.

you made it out alive — but at the cost of remembering how those sockets were nothing but a void. the liquid that cried on to your face when he was on top of you, and that second, you took your pen and stabbed his side. — but that encounter made you more determined than before

this case turned into a game of cat and mouse, and neither of you know who is cat or who is the mouse. chasing each other became a source of entertainment, and conversations ensued between physical fights

he never intended on killing you, oh no. you were too… fun. the chatting, the hunting each other, the thrill of it all made him go crazy. with time, maybe he can finally sink his teeth into your skin without the murder aspect. he just wants to taste you.

TICCI TOBY

your name appeared on the file of people to “take care of.” why? he doesn’t know and quite frankly, he cannot care. you were just another name on the list that needed to be gone.

he would not lie that it took him ages to find you. the town you were supposedly at was a total flunk, and when he told the boss, he was told to figure it out. at this rate, he wanted you gone for the sake of his own sanity. yet, after a month and hopping two towns, he finally found you.

everything he had on file sprouted nothing but lies because you were a doll, quiet literally if he fixated on your skin. he watched the way you moved and the way you made it seem effortless to walk on two feet. he often tripped over his when gawking over you. your scent is just how he imagined it when he peered over your sleeping form.

you made him forget why he was in search of you in the first place. toby fantasized a lot about you: your curves, your voice, your walk, your life. he often daydreamed of it when watching from afar, especially when you went through mundane tasks such as grocery shopping. the only time he remembered why he was told to end you was when he questioned why you were such a threat.

turns out you were friends of a friend who was a foe to his boss — the eyeless man. he made it no secret when in turn he went to find jack, but he didn’t expect to meet you so soon! oh, this is way too soon, how does he look? is it okay, this setting isn’t the right place, i mean, you were supposed to be

“toby? just toby? that isn’t quiet threatening for a man like that, isn’t it?” you werent speaking towards him, but instead asking jack who snorted in return.

you were a prize on the shelf, and toby wanted to keep you behind glass doors. “listen — pal, friend — how about we make a deal.”

while jack couldn’t see it, your gaze was locked with toby’s the entire time. there was something behind them, something that you couldn’t quite place. you weren’t sure whether if it was a good or bad thing considering the work you found yourself in.

“i give you a useful warning from a boss, and i... tag a long sometimes.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various Creepypastas x Reader who sleeps in weird spaces

3/5 of the prizes for @reivelmin !!

Post contains: Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby, Liu, and Bloody Painter!

I actually dont think I've written for Helen before?? I know I havent written for Liu yet so heres to hoping my takes and hcs are accurate!

EYELESS JACK

When he first catches you in the closet sleeping nearly standing straight up he nearly yelps. You made the stoic eyeless Jack, the man who rarely flinches or jumps at anything, jolt. Naturally he wakes you up and asks why you're in there, but no answer really satisfies him. He tries to drag you to bed and for the night everything is.. normal. But this will be far from the last time he finds you sleeping in an odd place, seemingly unbothered. He eventually asks if theres something going on with you, even dumbly asking if theres something wrong with the bed.. but alas, nothing. You just.. sleep like that.. he often drags you into bed so you dont get sore or fall over

LAUGHING JACK

He thinks you're pranking him, and of course he starts cracking up. He commends you for getting him good, only for his laughter to die down when he realizes that you are in fact asleep while curled in a cabinet. For a moment he thinks you.. died.. or worse was murdered and stuffed into the odd place. He nearly rips you out of the space before you finally crack an eye open. Please dont scare him like that again, he does not take abandonment well even if the scenario is someone possibly dying. Once the shock is over with and he grows more used to it, the humor he originally found in it returns.. it almost turns into a game of where hes going to find you next and what position you're going to be in.. he does not bother to take you to bed and if theres room hes going to squeeze in with you wherever you are

MASKY

Hes probably done that at least once, he sometimes watches you in your sleep on the occasion that you actually fall asleep in a normal place (bed, couch, ect) and he kind of slumps into the corner he was sulking in. Though you... certainly one up him when he catches you sleeping on top of the fridge! If you're in a hard to reach place or really deep into it he leaves you be without attempting to get you out. Eventually he kind of just accepts that this is something you do and completely leaves you alone unless you're in the way of something. More likely to wake you up than moving you out of the way, though... you've probably gotten jumpscared by him simply standing there waiting for you to wake up

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but I do think Hoodie would take you to bed so you dont get sick (floors are cold, people!) Or getting a knot somewhere in your muscles. Partly because he will likely be too busy with his work to tend to you, partly also because he can be stern when it comes to your health. Theres no ifs ands or buts, hes taking you to bed and hes going to keep you there! Hes a big dude too, he'll hold you in place next to him if he has to

TICCI TOBY

He gets it, honestly. If it's like a security or a comfort thing or just out of impulse he gets it. You might find him sleeping in ungodly positions when he crashes at your place, or sleeping under the bed. He has used a chair as a blanket before. He might feel inclined to try to one up you, actually. All fun and games of course! He also does not carry you to bed, and similar to LJ he might just join you if theres room! Just be warned when sleeping around him he might draw on your face or something.. definitely takes your phone so he can take pictures of you to make fun of you later

LIU

For a minute he doesnt realize exactly what's going on. He might actually pick your stuffed animal up and give it back to you and shut the door of the closet before ripping it open as he stares at you. Gently shakes your shoulder to wake you up, and while he might have to get a little harsh to actually get you awake hes apologizing for waking you up. So so so many questions. Why are you doing that? Why dont you come to bed? Will not take no for an answer. He wants answers, if there are any. After you offer an explanation hes a lot more understanding about it although still very.. confused. Are you not worried about falling over in your sleep? Or even just waking up uncomfortable...? That aside how do you even.. sleep standing up like that, and how long were you like that..? He just.. accepts it

BLOODY PAINTER

Very neutral about it, but he does entertain you with questions when he catches you awake in the morning. It doesnt matter where you sleep, hes not going to disturb you unless you get in his way. But considering hes claimed a corner in your home for himself and his belongings, you don't have to worry about that! Despite claiming to not mind all that much you still seem to wake up in bed despite falling asleep under it. He'll never admit to moving you, but theres no other person who could have done it.. he also wont ever say it but he does sometimes want you to lay next to him

[crownedcritter]

NSFW EYELESS JACK HC/DRABBLE 🔞

💉If you ever manage to sleep with this creature, Godspeed.

💉He knows what he is doing, having become overly familiar with the human body and how it reacts to different types of stimulation and touches

💉That being said, he is more than capable of making you a screaming, creaming mess

💉He always makes sure you cum before he gets inside of you, mainly because it’s a necessity. If he didn’t, it would be quite painful for you and nearly impossible for him to fit inside of you

💉He’s rather feral. He does whatever he wants in the moment; slapping, spitting, drooling, tossing you into a new position, whatever he wants, he gets

💉Not to mention, he says the most mouth watering disgusting things when he’s pumping his cock deep inside of you, sometimes not even making coherent sentences

💉He will not pull out, and that’s a promise. The thought of coating your walls with his spunk after a rough pounding is almost enough to get him ready for another round

💉On that same note, don’t think he’s a one and done kind of guy. You’re gonna be begging for him to stop, but he won’t until he is satisfied

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It had gone on for hours. The constant pounding against your g-spot, the constant cumming, creaming, and squirting on his cock was overwhelming and nearing the point of being painful. In a cock-dumb state, your mouth hung open, letting you taste the sheets he had shoved your face in, your drool leaking from the corner of your mouth and absorbing into the fabric. His hands had such a tight grip on your ass, slamming forward into you and using the leverage to bounce you back onto him, hitting deeper than you ever thought possible.

He had already cum inside of you a few times, the creamy white substance making such an obscene squelching noise when he slammed his hips against yours, dripping down your thighs and his balls, going completely unnoticed to either of you

“You like that? You love this cock, don’t you? Love milking me?”

His deep voice behind you sounded demanding.

You took a minute to respond, the feeling of being stretched out and fucked rotting your brain.

He growled and huffed behind you, before you felt a smack across your right ass cheek, before it went right back to that vice like grip on your behind

“Tell me you love this cock, whore. Say it. You were made to take this dick.” He punctuated each word of the last sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

“O-oh my f-fucking god..!” You almost screamed before babbling everything the demon wanted to hear.

Satisfied with your answer, he let out a chuckle before leaning forward. You felt his hands leave where you were certain would be bruises on your ass the next day, and he leaned forward, slowing down for just a moment.

You were close to looking back and seeing what the deal was, but he acted before you could.

He grabbed your hair and lifted your hair, allowing you to see his upside down face with how you were bent for a moment. He hooked his fingers into your cheeks, before picking back up the pace and the brutality of his thrusts, pulling your whole body back onto his cock.

🫶🏻 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[festering-obsession]

How You Fell Into Their Trap II

TW: Hollywood-ized Disorders, Creepypasta, Slight Canon Divergence, Violence, Blood, Cannibalism, One Mention of Pregnancy (no plot relevance), Toxic Relationships, Stalking, Slight Suggestive Content, Kidnapping

Ticci Toby:

It was senior year of highschool when you encountered Toby Rogers himself. By then, nearly everyone at school had knew of the boy, his reputation. His stutters, his low self-esteem, his weird behaviors, but the rumor of how the poor bastard could not even feel pain fluttered around even more. Fortunately enough, he had switched to homeschooling. Poor boy.

In a way, you pitied him. However, you were not high on the popularity chain that comes with the shackles of high school. You tried to keep to yourself and graduate, keep away from any negative attention and keep leering eyes off of you.

Yet, fate did not have the in plan for you.

You had met his sister at your part time job, Lyra was her not, wasn't it? Time seems to fly as you're stuck in this mansion.

She had talked about her brother at times, how she feared he was falling behind and her parents did not seem to care it all. But, she was too busy working to help with school. Before you knew it, you volunteered yourself to help tutor him. Her smile was so bright that day when you told her.

You didn't think too much of it before it was too much to try and cut off.

Toby was very skittish and nervous, constantly pulling at his skin and hair nervously when you were near. As you were trying to go over calculus, you could not help but turn around and finally break the edge of professionalism, despite being the same in age.

"Toby, I promise you, I am not going to judge you. I'm hear to help you, and besides I don't have any room to judge..." You say, trying to offer him a hand on the desk but he shies away.

"H-How do I know?" He says, his hands grasping at his jacket.

"Well, I'm not doing this for money for starters..." You begin. "And your sister said we might have some things in common? I like movies..."

He nods, his brown eyes carefully watching you. "Yeah, m-me too..."

His courage slowly built up around you.. as well as his possessive nature. Everytime his father would break a beer bottle or his mom would yell, he'd grab to you for security. His hand clutched onto you as if you'd dissappear.

The days you didn't work, you'd head back home after school usually. One day of the week helping tutor Toby would turn into any day you did not have work.

The days you did work, he'd near be constantly blowing up your phone with messages. Anything from what he's eating, how he finished his homework, to what his favorite color is, what his father yelled at him this time for...

One time you forgot to mute your phone and it went off in class. You had to turn it into the teacher, and did not get it back until the end of the day. By the time you turned your phone back on, it was flooded with messages.

"Hey y/n!! You haven't responded in your usual time are you busy????? :D"

It didn't take long for the messages to grow more frantic.

"Are you hurt?"

"Do you not like me anymore?"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry please don't leave me please don't leave me"

You called him as soon as you could and went to his house. Thankfully, his father was out, probably at a bar. As soon as you opened the door, Toby pulled you into his arms, grabbing onto you desperately as he sobbed. You rubbed his back, letting him go until he decided when he had emptied all his tears. You made sure to keep your phone silent at school after that.

Despite his already possessive nature, it took a turn for the worse when unfortunately... His sister died in a car accident. His pathetic father had lived.

You were there for her tiny funeral. And most importantly, you stayed glued to Toby's side the entire time. His tears were gone by the time of the actual funeral, no more to give as he had run dry. Yet, his iron grip on your hand and blank expression told you differently of his grief.

The days after Lyra's death was a flipped switch in Toby's brain.

As you got closer to graduation, Toby was more possessive. He had convinced you to quit your job. You need to focus on your school, right? And help him too, right?

If you somehow was not convinced to stay the night at Toby's house, he'd be on the phone with you until you were almost asleep.

At that point, it felt like your life revolved around Toby. You'd tell him anything... except your college admissions. Telling him you'd be out of arm's reach or heaven forbid meet new people, he'd throw himself into

It did not take long before Toby's sanity had finally left. You were staying over at his house, his drunken father had opened the door in a flood of rage.

"Toby fuckin... Rogers..." He slurred his words. "Did you knock this bitch up? Oh I swear if you, if I have to deal with a mini one of you, I'll fucking kill it... And that bitch!" He rushed forward to grab you and slam you out of the bed.

You did not know how to react, your mouth agape. You did not even interact with Ron before, how was he just now acknowledging you?

Toby had slammed into him first, away from laying his hands on you. He dropped to the floor along with him.

"Don't... Don't you fucking touch her.." He near growled, his brown eyes in a glare. You stared at the scene in front of you, just now pushing out the bed as Toby looked off into the distance, seemingly into nothing.

"Lyra, y-yes, I will protect her..." He said, hands shaking. "I, I'll make father regret k-killing you, too."

He stood up, his father groaning in the background as he gripped your hands. "You'll be with me fo-forever right? Just li-like in the movies we w-watched?"

You didn't know what to do or say besides nod. "Yeah, Toby..." Your eyes couldn't leave his father laying on the ground.

"Leave. Now." Toby ordered. "I have t-to do something for us. For o-our future, tog-together." It didn't take much for you to run out his house, confused and scared.

You were lucky enough to not see the grisly scene. But you were not lucky enough to not see the house light on fire, collapsing onto your knees as the fire rage on in the night sky.

Your friend was missing and you had to continue life as if he wasn't. A few years had passed as you couldn't shake it out your mind. Could you have saved him? Stopped him from killing his family and then himself?

Years and therapy helped lessen the pain, but it didn't for Toby. Even in his service to Slenderman, he couldn't shake you from his head. Slenderman's reward for his loyalty was the reveal of your location.

And that's why you are in his bed. It did not take him long to kidnap you and haul you back. The mansion was nice at least, even for a bunch of serial killers and paranormal creatures. Though the smell of blood nearly never left the halls.

You turned over in the bed as Toby gripped onto you, eyes lost in your own as you continued to think of how you ended up here.

"Th-Thinking..?" He asks as he moves a piece of your hair out your face.

"Yeah.." You mumble out as he holds onto you tighter, pushing him away would only cause him to freak out and worry if you hated him.

"Y-You know, I'm so-so happy you're here." He smiles as he rubs his cheek against you. "All th-those tasks for Slenderman, worth i-it for you..And, I have y-you here as mine."

"I um, I'm glad to have you back too.." You nod at him.

"I th-think, I f-fell in love with you... The f-first time I saw you." He mumbles out, hands shaking in excitement as he holds you closer to him. "And wh-what do y-you know? You're my-my girlfriend now!"

"Funny how life works, hm?" You muse out, looking out the window from your captivity.

"C-Can I have a k-kiss?" He asks. "Y-You don't mind.. the scar-scar right?" He looks down sheepishly. You've learned its better to give him what he wants, then to deal with an episode.

You cup his cheek, slowly pressing your lips over his cold ones. You can feel him smile against yours as he holds your body closer to his.

He'd never truly let you go.

Eyeless Jack:

You never felt alone, not in your apartment. And when you were with other people, you felt as if you were being hunted. It was just near about driving you insane.

Not to mention the fact of your doors opening, floors creaking, window being cracked open, random footprints of shoes. Maybe you really were just going crazy.

It didn't help the fact you'd be missing things either. A random shirt, chapstick, hell, one of your favorite underwear was gone missing.

But even then, as much as you looked around your apartment in fear, deadbolt all your locks, you saw nothing. Even when you'd have a friend stay the night, they would laugh it off and think you were playing a joke on them. They never saw anything either.

Then, it finally began to happen. Crumbs of what you thought your delusion was into reality. A part of you was glad it wasn't you going insane, the other part not quite realizing the nightmare that was about to play out for you.

You had gone out with your friends, a celebration. They had dropped you off at your apartment as you were giggling to yourself the entire ride, tipsy and having a great time.

Yet, you did not go straight to your apartment as the car drove by. You went to the convenience store as your mind swirled with getting snacks and a sweet treat.

It was a dark night, very few people at night and each one keeping to themselves. Your mind was too sloshed to hear the echoing footsteps behind you. Your eyes were too trained at the bright glowing lights of the store as an icee was the only thing circulating your mind.

You were pulled into an alley sharply. An old man in a black balaclava had you pinned with a gun against your head as he demanded everything. Purse, wallet, cash, whatever you had on you. That snapped you of your drunken haze.

Just as you were about to give the man everything as tears were going down your face, the man crumpled to his knees, gun dropping.

Scapels lined his back, each one with the intent on landing on a fatal area. Your mouth was opened, clutching your purse as you stared at the lifeless man before you.

And that's when you first saw him. A tall man in a black hoodie. The only defining trait about him was his dark blue mask... with some kind of substance dropping from under the eyes.

He looked you up and down, head tilting to the side as he walked over the man, pulling out each scapel pulled out from behind his back as he crouched over him. You didn't know why you didn't run, all your senses urged you to run as his eyes - or mask? - never left your form as he pulled out each weapon.

Then, he lifted his mask slightly as he brought the scapel to his mouth, a long black tongue slithering out as he tasted the blood.

That finally got you to move, running out of the alley straight home. Your breath uneasy as all you could think of was your blood being on that scapel instead. You slammed the door shut as you started hysterically telling your friends, your flip-phone shaking in your grasp.

By the time you finally fell asleep, the sun was up. You pulled yourself out of bed as you pushed the door open, half expecting to see the monster there.

What was on the news told you it was not a nightmare. A man named Edwin was found dead in his home by his brother Mitch. His brother was telling the news reporter what he saw the night before he left his brother's house. A man in a blue mask, but they pushed it off as a bad omen before the tragedy stuck. Then, it moved onto the unidentified body found in the alley. You bit on your nails as they revealed the details. He was found disembowled. That... that wasn't right. All that man did was just kill him, right?

You lived the next weeks in terror, over analyzing each step and news story just in case you saw the man again. Just as you felt the horror was finally leaving your senses, your nightmare would appear again.

You fell asleep on the couch, the movie you were watching long forgotten as it bored you to sleep. You awoke, feeling something wet hit your face.

Black eyes were trained over your body, blood slipping down from the mask hitting your face and just as you were about to scream, his cold grey hand held itself over your mouth.

Your hands scrambled to push him off, but he stayed there, silent and watching as you were trying to crawl him off. He put a finger over his mouth, telling you to settle. Stubbornly, you did and he finally retracted his hand.

"Finally, I have you in my reach." He said, voice rough and calloused. You couldn't help but hear the tiny amount of joy in his tone.

"Are... Are you going to kill me? Eat my organs like you did that man?" You said quickly, anger in your words.

He tilted his head before he chuckled. "Kill you? No, no, you're too precious for that... Well, I was going to at first."

You sucked in your breath as the monster laughed again lowly, caressing your cheek. "But, you grew on me. And, I think I'd like you better alive and warm with me then being a cold corpse, though I'd bet your kidneys would taste so sweet.."

You tried pushing him away but he got closer, sitting next to you on the couch as he held you tighter, his grip on your waist unmoving.

"As for eating you? Was my orginal plan, you look like such a sweet thing to devour and so easy, too. Your locks were not hard to pick through." He sighed as his head craned down to your neck. "But, I watched you like a pet. Your habits were endearing, and you looked so lost all the time... Why not take you in for myself?"

"F-Fuck no, I'm not your pet and you're a murderer..." You said, feeling his tongue graze at your neck.

"But I saved you, didn't I?" He murmured, tasting the nervous sweat building against your skin. "You taste so good..."

"And killed others. Fuck, I should call 911 on you..." You said as you felt his tongue gather your sweat.

"I already destroyed your phone. You won't be needing it anytime soon." He said nonchalantly as he pulled back, licking his finger. You couldn't help but notice the sharp teeth lining his mouth.

"Please, please just let me go..." You cry against him. "Or just eat me, kill me, I don't want you to take me."

"Eating you would be the ultimate form of intimacy for us.." He muses. "But, I like you too much to not see you around. Besides, there's... other ways of eating you without killing you." And you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you glared at him, flustered.

You felt a sharp sting in your hip before seeing him drop a syringe to the floor.

"What... What the hell?" You said as you push away from him, dropping to the ground as your movements grew sluggish.

"Just enough to knock you out. You'd draw too much attention being conscious." He says, standing above you. "Don't worry, you'll wake up somewhere better, with me."

You turn onto your stomach, vision blurring as you clawed on the floor trying to get to the door. You heard him laugh behind you, before you felt his shoe land on your back.

"Just go ahead and give in, surrender yourself." You hear as you feel yourself growing near slumber, your mind numbing until you were out.

He carefully picked you in his arms, it would be a good distance from the forrest to get you out this damned city.

But now that his prey was in his grasp, he didn't mind.

[deadghosy]

WHAT ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK READER ?!

Hungry for some kidneys 😋🏃‍♀️

STOPPP CAUSE I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM- WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME BRO😭 I THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS SOOOO FINE🦆💗 which he still is 🤭😘

HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK! READER

prompt: an eyeless man gets dared to go inside of a cartoon for some free “food”

Ben had dared you to go inside of this cartoon show that was becoming popular. You said hell no of course….but then he said the impossible…

“Would you either go in the cartoon for kidneys or listen to me tell you the whole script of the new movie.” Ben says with a knowing smirk at which one you would chose.

Never in your life have you jumped into a tv before so quick. But here you are as you stand in the middle of a red twin with dead bodies around. So you smile behind your blue mask and got to work.

You were so busy kidney hunting, you didn’t notice a tall red figure behind you smiling intrigued at how you were only looking for kidneys with your scalpel. You felt skinny hands touch your shoulders as you immediately tried to stab the hand quickly. But it was a wrong move because you got pushed by some green magic.

“Quick reflexes. Amazing my friend! You would do good for this hotel im helping” the man said as you stared at him. Before you could protest you got transported to a damn hotel.

NOW ENOUGH STORY MODE TYPE SHIT! NOW FOR THE FUN🔥

I imagine Angel one time seeing you use your tongues to eat a kidney that was in disguise and Angel had so many dirty jokes for you.

“Omg, I bet you’re a woman pleaser aren’t you?” Angel says suggestively as you just raise a brow at him not knowing what he is saying.

Charlie would try to get you to wear brighter colors, but you literally deny it as if you are still stuck in your emo phase making Charlie get war flashbacks to her own emo phase.

Imagine taking your bluemask off and scaring sir Pentious into thinking you are a ghost to steal his eyes😭 so evil but so funny.

I can see husk literally side eyeing you as you just eating. Like he is just so confused how you don’t bite on none of your other tongues.

I know some people draw ej with black fingernails, but what if Angel had painted them for you instead 💗

Imagine a cartoony moment where Angel is like “ah shit I lost my wallet..” and STARTS TO LOOK FOR IT IN YOUR EYES 😭 straight up digging his hands in ya eyeless holes to look for it and he actually did find it with a smile saying “ah Hah found it!”

Legit Angel will remind you of Ben as Angel will shove his phone in your face saying some dumb shit like. “Do you see it? Do you see it ? Do you see it?” As he has a stupid smirk on his face. You snapped grabbing Angel by his throat as the crew tried to pull you off of Angel as he struggles to breathe. “It was worth it…”

I headcannon EJ! Reader and Alastor being compatible friends because they both eat from human meat. But both different as EJ! Reader just eats the kidneys as Alastor eats the whole things

NAH IMAGINE KID EJ!READER GETTING THE LEFTOVER KIDNEYS FROM PARENT! ALASTOR’S PLATE😭💗💗 (so damn cute)

“No no, you use the little fork and the knife to cut it.” “….I literally eat with my hands.”

Just two hungry boys staring at each other while discussing flavors to make out of people.

The egg boiz likes to bring you dead sinners as you had promised them to read them bed time stories for kidneys..I mean a fair trade is a fair trade. 🦆

Idk but for me it makes sense for EJ! Reader to bite someone’s hand while sleeping cause in the fanon! slender house they are use to pranks being pulled off so many times.

Literally husk was trying to wake you up cause it was your duty to do the bar tendering and you ALMOST bit his whole hand off if it wasn’t for Husk’s scream.

I can see Lucifer trying to show you his ducks because he found how amusing how quiet and blunt you are as he practically shoved a duck in your face forgetting you don’t have eyes.

“Do you see how cute and amazing this is?! It’s a duck that can do the splits while shooting fire!” “I see.” *awkward silence* “I’m so sorry-” “sorry for what.”

I can see how your dynamic with Lucifer is like “I think I forgot something x I have it in my hand..”

Charlie once had you in red as you actually just stood there while she took photos of you. It was like you were ready for the first day of school as Charlie squealed happy to see her new staff wearing red.

“SMILEE!” Charlie say excited as you just stand there trying to smile but it came out strained showing all of your sharp teeth. “Yeah don’t ever smile again.” Angel said in the background as you jumped at him like foxy in fnaf 2 😭

I imagine you just standing there as Alastor puts his arm on your shoulder like an arm rest. Literally you are “😐 what?” face as Alastor is obviously “😄 what a lovely day!”

I can see you and niffty just playing random games during break time as husk just cleans glasses at the bar. It’s a relaxing sight for once without you trying to get someone’s kidney.

I imagine you and Adam having so much beef as he is annoying asf to you.

“Why are you eyeless? So you can’t see how ugly you are?” “No, so I can’t see how fat you basically are so it won’t affect me.”

THE WAY YOU GAGGED HIM- 😭🤭‼️

I can see the Vee’s trying to get you on their side but you would probably just flip them off as you eat a kidney.

I can imagine Vaggie trying to find out why there is black goo on the hotel stairs to find you are crying since Charlie banned you to scalpel anyone’s kidneys.

Vaggie and Charlie give you the angel dust treatment and try to find any scalpels you have in your room

I can see after the battle of the heaven and hell, you would just stand there like “🧍🏾what the fuck just happened..” as you try to scalpel a few angels only for vaggie to pull your blue hoodie away from one.

When Lucifer first met you, he thought you was a teen demon who just got hired. He wasn’t wrong for the hired part, when you first spoke that man thought he heard god himself as his eyes were wide at you.

I can headcannon Alastor bringing a sinner to your door with a note that say, “eat well <3” and you just stand there like….. “did I just get adopted by a cannibal..” you said picking up the unconscious sinner and grabbing a scalpel.

NAH CAUSE I USE TO BE FERAL FOR THIS MANNNN😨😭😭💗💗 HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!🦆‼️

[ninathekillxr]

Love language

Headcanons

Creepypasta love language headcanons

Ticci Toby~

His love language would be physical touch and gift giving! He likes to be constantly touching you! He also brings back trinkets to give you a bit like a crow.

Jeff the killer~

Acts of service, he will do the dishes when it’s your turn or fold/put your laundry away. He’s not good at communicating or showing his affection so he does little things to make sure you know he loves you.

Eyeless Jack~

Gift giving and words of affirmation, he’ll give you clothes or jewellery from his victims houses if he thinks you’ll like them! He’s not shy about telling you how he feels.

Masky/Tim Wright~

Acts of service and quality time! He loves to spend time with you basking in your presence. He’ll do small things like your laundry or do one of your missions for you, he likes to take some of the pressure off your shoulders!

Hoodie/Brian Thomas~

Physical touch and quality time, he loves nothing more than having you wrapped in his arms while you talk about your day!

Nina the killer~

She indulges in all love languages but she’ll always tell you how much she loves you! She loves to be in constant contact with you, holding onto your arm or holding hands is a must! You guys would be inseparable!

Jane the killer~

She loves physical touch but not more than she loves spending quality time with you, she loves when you guys go out together on walks.

Clockwork~

She’s not a very touchy person so she feels like she has to tell you that she loves you, she likes having the reassurance that you know she loves you so she makes sure to tell you all the time! She also likes to spend a lot of quality time with you often tagging along on your missions.

Kate the chaser~

Quality time. She isn’t much of a talker or a toucher but she loves spending those quiet moments with you. She also indulges in doing small tasks for you to make your day easier.

Bloody Painter~

He loves to give you gifts, especially if he made them himself! He’ll give you paintings, sketches anything he makes that he thinks you’d like!

Laughing Jack~

He loves physical touch, he holds your hand or carries you around often! He always gives you sweets whenever your together since he normally has some on him!

Nina’s comments!~

Raaah idk what to post bc this is my last draft-

Pls send requests my pretties<3

Nina out!

[amourluvie]

Eyeless jack x reader headcanons

Since the last ej post got nice recognition, I thought why not write more stuff for our fav demon ? >< . . .

- first of all he's a very introverted and quiet person who hates loud people and loud noises + blasting music is a big no no aswell since he has sensitive ahh ears, so please try to be calm around him

- he loves learning new stuff about you and of course spending time with you everyday , oh you got a new hyperfixation? Talk to him for hours about it, oh you got a new favourite colour/food? He's writing that down in his diary as we speak, u want to watch a new movie? Hes now interested in it aswell and will watch it with you.

- his love language is physical touch and gifting, he loves feeling ur touch in every way possible,like holding ur hands,hugging you, holding you by waist, and loves kisses aswell ofc !!

- can get jealous easily mainly due to the fact he's really insecure and doesn't want to lose you.

- sometimes he thinks if u really love him, considering he's a cannibalistic monster. Pls reassure him that you love him lots and will stay him until the day u die.

- also please don't get weirded out whenever u see him eating raw human flesh, or him bringing you kidneys.

- if u gift him organs , specially kidneys he will literally melt.

- also pls read to him , such as old literature because he loves it and metamorphosis by Franz Kafka is his fav book,he relates to it lots.

- another thing that will make him melt will u calling him pretty boy , he has 0 self confidence so calling him that really boosts his confidence

- he's a monster but he's YOUR monster too right?

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

[anonymous525]

Another old doodle. Basically how they’re canonically portrayed. They look so silly. 😜

[blood-stained-lollipop]

the pastas if they had a normal life

BEN- Gamer boy who lives in his parent's basement. You saw it coming. Ben would literally spend his days living off energy drinks and chips. Brags about his game collection even though he doesn’t have a job. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a job, but he should.

Jeff- He never moved on from the emo renaissance. He has posters of MCR and other emo bands up on his walls. They’re chipped and wilted, but he’ll be dead before they get taken down. Definitely uses a pair of broken wired earphones because he thinks he’s too cool for AirPods.

Eyeless Jack-Jack would be the most pretentious male manipulator sorry. Donna Tartt would have a field day with him. He exclusively only listens to music from the 80s and mansplains everything. He is intelligent though, and he dresses immaculately. 

Toby- That friend who has never been calm in their life. One second he’s at home, then the next he’s in Portugal on a solo holiday. Should not be allowed a bank account. Always the life of the party. People wonder how he’s still alive. 

Helen- Weird art kid. Spends all of his time in his room, either playing piano or painting. He thinks he’s destined to be the next Picasso. Has good grades and big dreams, but no friends to tell them to. 

Liu- Probably the most normal. Good grades, decent social life. He’s not popular, but he’s not a loner. Kind of mainstream. Always drinking coffee, probably works like two jobs. Has connections everywhere. 

Jane- She walks down the street and like 90% of heads turn to look at her. Quiet, but not shy. Has a small group of friends, but feels like none of them know her. Probably has a glass of red wine every Saturday night. Has a cat. 

Nina- The town's bravest girl solely because she’s single-handedly bringing back scene-core. Doesn’t care that people give her weird looks on public transport. Makes kandi bracelets and gives them out to strangers. Literally SO sweet and for what. 

Clockwork- No one wants to get on her bad side. She has like two friends but she loves them with all her heart. Doesn’t give a fuck about grades. She probably works out a lot but never drinks water. Lives alone. 

[scary-lasagna]

I LOVED THE VAMPIRE POST SMM. So like would Liu, EJ, BEN and Jeff let their vampire s/o bite them and drink their blood?

Homicidal Liu

Liu is squeamish when it comes to blood due to his past trauma of obvious reasons.

And even with a high pain tolerance, he wouldn't voluntarily allow himself to be bitten.

Many risks come with the first bite; An artery could be sliced, blood infection, too much blood loss, you hate the way his blood tastes so therefore you will hate him forever.

That last one was just Liu's imgaination running wild, but all together it's pretty risky.

He might offer a test bite, not a full chomp, but a little nibble on his arm to see how it feels. A pinprick was all he could describe it as.

But he quickly backed out once he caught wind of the blood trickling down his arm.

He might allow a second attempt, but not anytime soon. 

Sully, however, is a different story. He would let you drink this body dry, and force Liu forward in the middle of it just to be a sadistic asshole. 

Either way, they're both willing to try at least once.

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't think that you would enjoy his blood very much.

Much like the liquid that seeps from his eye sockets, his blood has a tar-like consistency. 

It wouldn't go down easy, and if your body rejects it since it's not truly 'blood', it won't come back up easy either.

Ultimately, Jack says no due to your safety. It just too big of a risk for Jack to feel comfortable letting you take a bite out of him.

Jelly donuts are better, anyway. Especially at 3am while everyone else is asleep.

BEN

BEN will act tough and dominant up until it's actually time for you to bite him.

He'll get squirmy and find excuses to delay the inevitable now that he's talked the big talk and agreed to do it.

You'll of course call him out on it, and will nervously sit down and away from his stack of DS games that he wanted to organize alphabetically. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask him, with a comforting hand on his knee.

"Yeah.." Ben sighs and rubs the back of his neck with a nervous tic. " I'm just afraid it'll hurt or I make a weird noise or something." He chuckles lightly.

"We can start, and if you want to stop we can and I won't judge you for it." You reassure. "Or we can do blood lettings which doesn't involve biting."

"It's that like plague doctor shit, though?"

"Well yeah but it doesn't invol-"

"Just take a bite, babe."

He trusts you with all of his heart. And he lets you take a bite.

And yes, he does make a weird sound.

Jeff

Oh hell yeah, fucking go for it.

No questions asked.

Jeff thinks it's hardcore, and frankly, he's not experienced enough to know the dangers of blood letting or blood biting. He just thinks your hot and that you wanna bite him.

And honestly? Go for it. He's probably got a few diseases lurking in there but you're immortal so it doesn't affect you.

He would urge you to keep going even after he feels light headed, just ot see how long he can stay awake.

Jeff can be an extremely convincing individual, but do not trust him.

He can and will pass out and then you will have to call Eyeless Jack and explain everything to him.

He will not be happy.

Jeff will try to kiss him thinking that he's you.

And then Jeff will get swatted away and start crying out of rejection 

[iicarused]

demons do not deserve human love

eyeless jack x reader

drabble // implied death, angst, mentions of blood : he bit you

a/n: i wrote this a few years ago hf this was about to be alastor but i was about to plagiarize my own one shot LMFOAOAOA bringing this piece back !!

YOU COULD FEEL HIS NAILS WHEN HE CRADLED YOUR HEAD, his touch making you flinch as he pulled you into an embrace. He felt cold, but that was not a new feeling to begin with. Every time you held the eyeless man, when your fingers would brush against his grey skin, he was cold. That was no surprise for he was a demon, a man who was no longer alive but had the faintest beating heart.

So he had to steal yours.

You remember the day you met him—or so you thought—almost brainwashed to believe you met him in a park. When in reality, you have met him longer ago. You would not know that, because Jack has always kept it that way. You met him when his name was Miles, then again when he was Ezekiel, and the list would go on and on. Yet for some odd reason, you never seen it.

The way he disguised himself to fool you; maybe he’s the fool for believing a monster like him could love you the way other humans love. Alas, the vast difference between a monster and a human is an everlasting contrast that one can see immediately.

Their hearts do not beat the same way as yours.

It’s a brief moment while you recall memories with him; and only him. It’s almost refreshing to smell an Earthy scent, your mind wandering to the past of rainy days and forest walks. Your hand holding his with little sunlight cascading through the trees. It came in pools of honey that kissed your cheeks, welcoming you with warmth for a second longer.

“Deers are my favourite animal, you know.” An effort to strike a conversation, you would only hear a hum from the eyeless man.

But then, he cleared his throat. “I know.” Muffled behind the mask, almost inaudible from his quiet tone, he squeezed your hand. “That’s why I brought you out today.”

You spared him a glance, a brow raised in question. Jack would only answer by a vague motion to look forward.

So that’s what you did; and there it was, a deer.

Maybe that’s how you earned your nickname, fawn, from Jack. Yet, he would never tell you, he preferred deers after human meat when it came to his hunger.

Reality struck when you heard him whisper.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He cried between whispered breaths, choking on his own words.

You gazed up at him. You felt the black ooze that leaked from his sockets fall to your cheek, the thickness it once had now replaced with liquid tears. He looked pathetic.

You stared at his stained lips that was smudged with your blood; only then you would piece together that he was the reason for why your heart would beat and the reason it stops.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Calling various CRP pretty boy

Yoinking this prompt from the slasher version of this post because i kind of enjoy this prompt a more than normal amount and I like feeding all my followers regardless of what fandom they follow me for

Characters: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jeff the Killer

Notes: reader is GN, written on mobile

CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

He gives little to no reaction to you, as expected as a lot of forms of affection dont mean all that much to him

Not that he doesn't treat you with love and care, he does because he knows you like it

Receiving is just a little odd for him, possibly because it's so foreign to him- but at least he doesn't reject you!

Asides from his lack of response, there isnt much else to note! Over time he does begin to respond to it if you keep calling him that

MASKY

He doesnt talk all that much so the lack of verbal response doesnt surprise you all that much

He prefers being called handsome, if you insist on saying something about his looks

Mild confusion because hes never taken his mask off around you, the most hes done is lift it up to eat or kiss but even then...

Suspicious that you've peeked when he wasnt aware or conscious- probably not the best nickname

HOODIE

Doesnt talk at all, so once more the lack of verbal response doesnt come as a surprise

You haven't seen his face yet you call him pretty boy... you might actually be able to convince him to take his mask off for you so you can confirm if he really is a pretty boy

He does respond to the name and seems to at least enjoy it a little bit

Will occasionally ignore you until you call him pretty boy, not a common occurence though

TICCI TOBY

Mix of leaning into the name and calling you pretty in return, but I can also see him slightly rejecting it

He knows you mean it, more than likely- but hes so used to not being treated nicely that he cant tell if you're secretly making fun of him or not

Brings it up passively and hides it behind jokes but it's so obvious hes a little suspicious of you

Firmly reassure him that you really do think hes pretty, bonus if you point out specific parts of his face that you like!

EYELESS JACK

He considered himself average before the cult, nowadays he cant look in the mirror... though that's less of a self confidence thing and more of a trauma thing

He has mixed feelings about being called pretty boy, in general and due to the circumstances

Let's you continue calling him pretty boy, quietly keeps his thoughts to himself

He may grow onto it with enough time

LAUGHING JACK

Giddy, he already has the idea that hes cute but the thought that you think hes pretty really does it for him

Returns the energy and says he thinks you're really cute, he could just eat you up!

Takes the sudden nickname really well and adopts it as a new pet name between the two of you

He kind of perks up like a dog when you say a word they like around them

JEFF THE KILLER

Honestly he would expect you to call him pretty boy, though be doesnt need to remind you of something he already knows as fact

Pretty, handsome, cute, beautiful... call him any of those and hes going to let you know he already knew he was attractive

WILL notice if you stop calling him pretty boy, making it a habit... and you just stop calling him that out of the blue

A little huffy about it but hes going to act like hes not pressed about it- he doesn't want to come off as desperate for attention

[teethcake]

creepypasta doodles from the beginning of the year i never posted

[straxxberrypunki]

My version of the creepypastas. — Headcannons.

TW: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism, predatory behavior, child murder, death, trauma, psychological manipulation, mental health, unhealthy relationships

⌞ Eyeless jack ⌝

- Jack silently accepts his orders, seeing them as necessary. He’s loyal to Slenderman but keeps his distance from others, taking assignments with a sense of duty rather than enjoyment. He sees his tasks as part of survival and doesn’t overthink them.

- Eyeless Jack has two distinct sides. When he’s in control, he can be calm and almost human-like, able to interact with others in a more restrained way. But when the monster side of him takes over, especially during hunts, he becomes feral and predatory. He’s relentless in tracking down his prey, showing no mercy when he’s in this state. His feral nature is dangerous, even to other creepypastas.

- Jack prefers isolation, choosing to live in a cabin deep in the woods, far from the hustle and chaos of the Creepypasta Manor. His cabin is a mix of eerie and clinical, with shelves full of medical supplies, jars, and dark relics from his hunts. The only time he returns to the Manor is when absolutely necessary, and even then, it’s rare. He keeps a room there, but it’s more out of convenience than comfort.

- While Jack can talk, he often chooses not to. His silence speaks volumes, making him all the more terrifying. When he does speak, it’s usually low and quiet, but with an edge that sends chills down anyone’s spine. People learn quickly that if Jack is silent, it’s best to not push him—unless you want to face the monster inside him.

- Jack’s medical knowledge from his days as a med student is still sharp. His cabin is a go-to spot for other creepypastas when they’re injured. They know Jack can patch them up, though he doesn’t always make it comfortable. Jack’s hands are skilled, but his methods are cold and methodical, often with an unsettling amount of precision. It’s more about practicality than bedside manner.

- When he’s hunting, Jack’s monster side fully takes over. He becomes completely feral, his instincts heightened, and his movements quicker and more erratic. During these hunts, there’s little to no humanity left in him—he’s a pure predator. His hunger for human organs takes over, and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. If you encounter him during one of his hunts, it’s best to stay out of his way.

- Jack’s compassion is reserved strictly for other creepypastas. When one of them is injured or in need of medical help, Jack will help without hesitation—but only if he’s in control of himself. Strangers or anyone outside of his circle are of no concern to him. His medical knowledge is a tool, but it’s not offered freely. It’s a rare privilege that only those close to him will ever experience.

⌞ laughing Jack ⌝

- Jack is bound to Slenderman but treats his assignments like dark “performances,” putting his twisted flair on each task. He resents the leash but finds ways to make the most of it, still carving out his own chaotic style in each kill.

- Laughing Jack has a dual nature. While he can be manic and chaotic, he also has a calmer side that’s playful and taunting. In this state, he enjoys teasing his victims, drawing out their fear before the hunt begins. His playful banter can be unsettling, adding to his eerie presence.

- Jack still takes the lives of children, but he’s particularly vengeful towards parents who abandon or neglect them. His own history of feeling forsaken fuels this rage. If he senses a parent has failed their child, he won’t hesitate to make them his next target. Not out of the sake of the child, but from his own anger.

- Jack runs a paranormal circus that never stays in one place. It moves mysteriously through the forest, appearing only when it wants to. Those who stumble upon it are often drawn in by the lights and laughter, not realizing the danger lurking within.

- His circus is filled with dark attractions and horrors, designed to both entice and terrify. From twisted games to distorted funhouses, it’s a place where laughter masks danger. Once inside, visitors quickly realize it’s a trap, and escape is not guaranteed.

- Jack uses his charm to lure in victims, especially children. He often appears as a friendly figure, using his playful demeanor to gain their trust before revealing his true nature. This manipulation is a key part of his predatory tactics.

- He has a knack for mimicking laughter or voices to attract his victims, using this ability to create a false sense of security. Children might hear a beloved family member’s voice calling for them, leading them into his trap.

- Jack’s sense of humor is twisted. He enjoys playing games with his victims, leading them on wild chases before the final act. He often finds dark amusement in their fear, making each kill feel like a performance in his circus.

⌞ Jeff the killer ⌝

Jeff may be obligated to carry out Slenderman’s orders, but he’s defiant by nature. He often rebels, resisting orders or doing them in his own chaotic way, but ultimately, he doesn’t risk total rebellion. There’s an unspoken resentment in his obedience.

Jeff thrives on chaos, but there are moments where he dials back the insanity. During these times, he becomes taunting and playful, though his version of “play” often involves terrifying mind games. His humor is dark and unsettling, finding amusement in the fear of others.

Jeff is a lone wolf. He prefers hunting on his own, constantly on the move to avoid police. He’s not interested in partnerships or group dynamics; killing is something he likes to keep personal. Being a solo killer allows him the freedom to act without constraints or rules.

While Jeff technically lives at the Manor, he rarely stays there. He uses it as a place to crash between killing sprees, avoiding any responsibility of maintaining a home. When he does return, he’s there only long enough to regroup, grab a few things, and then disappear into the night again.

Jeff loves playing with his victims’ minds before the kill. He’ll follow them, make his presence known, and even speak to them in a taunting, playful way. He takes his time, letting them feel his presence until they’re desperate with fear, making the final kill even more satisfying for him.

Jeff enjoys leaving a personal mark on his kills. Whether it’s a carved smile or a chilling message left behind, he wants his victims to know it was him. He’s more than just a killer; he sees himself as an artist, each kill a dark masterpiece.

Being on the run keeps Jeff on edge, which he thrives on. The thrill of constantly being pursued and evading capture fuels his adrenaline, making each kill feel even more alive. The manor is too comfortable for him, and he’d rather be out on the streets, hunting and taunting his next victim.

⌞ Jane the killer ⌝

Jane’s not as unhinged as others; she kills only when necessary or on Slenderman’s orders, preferring to target bad people or threats. Despite her stoic demeanor, her trauma lingers, and memories of her past haunt her.

Although she craves freedom and a peaceful life with her wife, Mary, Jane remains under Slenderman’s control. She’s bound to fulfill his orders, even if it means sacrificing her independence. It’s a struggle, as she’s constantly torn between her duty and her desire to be free.

Jane is deeply devoted to her wife, Mary, and does everything she can to keep her safe. She lives with Mary rather than at the manor, trying to maintain some normalcy in her life. Jane keeps her “work” separate, not wanting Mary to bear the weight of her dark world.

Jane approaches her kills with precision and efficiency. She’s not one to prolong suffering; instead, she prefers quick and calculated actions, seeing it as a way to retain her own humanity. It’s her way of distinguishing herself from others, like Jeff, whose methods are far more chaotic.

Jane keeps her emotions guarded, even with other proxies. Her trauma has made her resilient but also closed-off. Few truly know her thoughts or past, and she prefers it that way, finding safety in distance.

Though she lives with her wife, Jane sometimes leaves in the middle of the night to handle her assignments, often returning before dawn. She’s careful not to wake Mary, not wanting her to see the other side of Jane’s life. These moments weigh heavily on her, but they’re necessary to keep Mary safe.

⌞ Nina the killer ⌝

- Nina once idolized Jeff, but not as a crazed fangirl. She saw in him a dark freedom she’d always longed for, a way to embrace her own twisted desire to kill. She admired his skill and fearlessness, viewing him as a role model rather than a crush.

- Though she’s lost her admiration for him over time, she still draws inspiration from his techniques, observing and adapting his methods. Part of her finds satisfaction in “outdoing” him, striving to prove that she can be just as skilled, if not better, without his guidance.

- After spending more time around Jeff, Nina’s view of him changed drastically. He didn’t meet the high standards she’d imagined, and she was disappointed by his chaotic, self-centered nature. Her idealized image of him shattered, and she quickly lost her infatuation, though she still finds pieces of his approach useful in her own work.

- Nina’s look is heavily influenced by emo and scene fashion. Dark makeup, bright hair streaks, fishnet gloves, and oversized band tees are her signature style. She expresses herself through her appearance, finding comfort in bold, alternative looks that reflect her inner chaos.

- I imagine Nina with BPD, Nina’s emotions are intense and ever-shifting, which leads her to crave control in other areas of her life. Killing, to her, is a way to assert that control, to channel the chaos of her mind into something she can direct.

- Nina can’t help but want to be the best at what she does. She’s competitive, often setting personal goals to “outdo” other killers, especially Jeff. While she once idolized his work, now she seeks to surpass him, proving that she’s not just a shadow of him but a force all her own.

- Nina has a habit of putting people on pedestals due to her BPD. This happened with Jeff, who she saw as the perfect killer. When he failed to meet her expectations, she felt betrayed and lost any lingering affection. Now, she’s wary of idolizing others but still struggles with her high standards.

- While she’s learned her lesson from idolizing Jeff, Nina sometimes observes other killers with a quiet respect, taking mental notes on techniques that inspire her. She’ll never say it aloud, but she enjoys learning from other Creepypastas and honing her own methods.

⌞ Homicidal Liu ⌝

- Liu has two distinct sides: his calm, reserved self and his split personality, Sully, who’s loud, sadistic, and playful in a twisted way. Liu is efficient and quiet in his kills, wanting to get things over with. Sully, however, prefers to drag things out, making it messy and prolonged, taking pleasure in the chaos he can create.

- Liu often fights to keep Sully from taking over, but he isn’t always successful. When Sully emerges, it’s like watching a switch flip, and Liu is forced to witness Sully’s actions from within. It’s a painful loss of control, and Liu constantly battles to keep Sully contained.

- Liu doesn’t fully forgive Jeff for what happened, but he doesn’t entirely hate him, either. There’s a small part of him that wishes things could go back to the way they were when they were kids, before everything fell apart. This hope is fragile and fraying, a thin thread he can’t let go of. Sully, however, despises Jeff and believes he doesn’t deserve Liu’s forgiveness or sympathy.

- Liu’s insanity is a quiet, simmering rage beneath his calm exterior. He holds onto grudges but expresses them in subtle ways, unlike Sully’s explosive anger. This side of him feels justified and controlled, whereas Sully’s rage is unpredictable and violent.

- Liu often feels like he’s losing pieces of himself due to Sully’s influence. He’s constantly aware of Sully’s presence, and even when Sully isn’t in control, Liu can feel his sadistic impulses lurking in the back of his mind, ready to break free.

- Liu keeps other Creepypastas at arm’s length. He’s quiet, preferring his own company over others, as he fears Sully might resurface at any moment. His isolation is a way of keeping both himself and others safe from Sully’s unpredictable nature.

⌞ BEN drowned ⌝

- BEN is deeply connected to the digital world, able to haunt computers, phones, and other electronic devices. He can appear as a hologram or ghostly figure outside of these devices, giving him the ability to interact with people without being touched or harmed himself. It’s like he’s both present and intangible at the same time.

- BEN has the ability to pull others into the digital realm, trapping them within games, programs, or even corrupted internet spaces. Once someone is inside, they’re subject to BEN’s control and can experience twisted versions of the digital worlds he haunts.

- Most of the time, BEN has a chill, laid-back vibe, like a stoner with a dark sense of humor. He’s prone to laughing things off, cracking taunting jokes, and taking things at his own pace. But his playfulness has a sinister edge; he enjoys toying with people, knowing he holds all the control.

- When BEN steps out of a screen, his form glitches occasionally, like a corrupted game character. He may blink in and out of sight, and his voice can distort or sound static-filled. This effect makes him even more eerie, like something that isn’t fully “loaded” into the physical world.

- Since he’s tied to the digital world, BEN can observe people through their devices even when they aren’t aware. If you’ve recently interacted with him, he’ll sometimes leave small signs: glitchy screens, distorted sounds, or random text that appears and disappears. He finds amusement in watching others freak out, feeding off the fear he causes.

- BEN enjoys messing with people’s devices, particularly by corrupting games, videos, or photos. He’ll add disturbing images, alter music, or glitch the graphics to create eerie, customized experiences. It’s his way of showing he’s watching—and reminding people of the control he has over their digital lives.

- BEN technically “lives” in the Creepypasta Manor, but his actual home is within the digital realm. He’s got his own twisted version of a room inside the Manor’s network, a glitched, dark space filled with flickering screens and corrupted game files. Most of the time, he hangs out here, only coming out to haunt people or interact with other Creepypastas if he’s in the mood.

- BEN’s approach to killing is rooted in psychological terror. He’ll begin by subtly haunting his target through screens, causing their devices to glitch, showing cryptic images, or taunting messages. He’ll push them to the brink of insanity, slowly driving them mad until they can’t tell what’s real anymore.

- For those he finds particularly interesting or those who resist him, BEN may choose to trap them permanently in the digital world. This twisted realm is a place where he has absolute control, twisting reality to his whim. Once someone is there, they’re his forever, condemned to live in a nightmare of endless digital horrors.

⌞ Sally Williams ⌝

- Sally doesn’t speak much, preferring to silently watch and observe. She’s perceptive, picking up on others’ fears and weaknesses. Though she respects Slenderman, she has a rebellious side and sometimes ignores his rules just to push her boundaries.

- Sally loves to play pranks and scare the others around the Manor, but she’s not bubbly or cutesy about it. Her games can be eerie, with her hiding in shadows or appearing suddenly to unnerve others. She gets a quiet thrill from making people uneasy, especially with how silent and unpredictable she can be.

- After all she’s been through, Sally is far from an innocent kid. She understands darkness more than most, and there’s a hint of sadness beneath her quiet demeanor. Her pranks and silent nature hint at a deeper pain, which she occasionally lets slip through her unsettling actions.

- Sally often plays with dolls and draws, but her toys and artwork have a disturbing quality. She’s been known to sew creepy additions onto her dolls or make haunting, ominous drawings that leave others unsettled. Her creativity reflects her experiences, with a dark undertone in everything she touches.

- Unlike many of the others in the Manor, Sally isn’t interested in killing or physical harm. She’s more fascinated by scaring people through psychological games, delighting in tricks that make her target feel watched, unnerved, or lost. Her “games” can be intense, and she loves drawing them out.

- Slenderman acts as a guardian figure to her, and though she sometimes tests her limits, she respects him and listens to his guidance. Slenderman keeps her grounded, reminding her to control her powers and her pranks, even if she doesn’t always follow his advice.

- Sally still has childlike qualities—curiosity, a love for dolls, and occasional tantrums—but she’s not naive or clueless. She has an understanding beyond her years, making her interactions unsettling. She’ll sometimes say things that are too mature for a child, hinting at a dark wisdom gained from her past.

⌞ Slenderman ⌝

- Slenderman is the ultimate puppet master, orchestrating the actions of his proxies and other Creepypasta characters from the shadows. He uses his telepathic abilities to communicate commands and instill fear, ensuring that his influence is always felt, even if he’s not physically present.

- His demeanor is cold and serious; he doesn’t joke around. When he speaks, it’s with an unsettling calm that commands respect and fear. His presence looms large in the minds of the Creepypastas, creating an atmosphere of dread whenever they think of him.

- Slenderman prefers to communicate telepathically rather than face-to-face, allowing him to remain enigmatic and distant. This method of interaction keeps his true intentions hidden and makes his commands more sinister, as he can invade thoughts without warning.

- Contrary to the comforting image some may project onto him, Slenderman is anything but nurturing. He sees his proxies as tools to achieve his goals and doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice them if it serves his purpose. His loyalty is to himself and his plans, not to those who serve him.

- As the ultimate authority in the Manor, Slenderman does not tolerate dissent or disobedience. His influence creates an environment of fear, ensuring that his will is enacted without question. Those who dare to challenge him find themselves swiftly dealt with.

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