#creepypasta humanizations

[6eeznut]

QUESTION OF THE DAY.

: whos slasher that has the biggest, the longest, and the thickest ding dong in your opinion? and can you take them full in one try? 😳

[linatron]

Just a pic from the human virus au I’m working on

Introducing the cmc

[teethcake]

Well they mean human Slenderman and Zalgo, and imagine two of them are pretty boys with long hair. 😅

i dont know if im the right person to ask but ill give it my best.... shot.. if you can even say that. cover your eyes tho

[horror102]

THE DIVINE

(Slenderman x admirer reader)

Plot-someones been leaving notes for mister slendy. ALL FLUFF.

There he was, reading the cards that someone was putting up, cards near his drawings. Long seeming admiration letters.

Did they find out he was a monster? But no, to them he was God.

In the letters attachments were tiny symbols on the very back of them. Wrapped tightly in a red ribbon, it wouldn't mean anything to any other God, but that was his symbol.

It honestly made him intrigued yet angered. Someone manage to go through his woods-unnoticed.

Maybe one of the kids gained Stockholm syndrome. If so that'd be a problem, though he would've sensed it.

A huff left him-frustrated.

Recently one of the kids got sighted and deep web reports some of the activity and some are already worldwide conspiracies.

He's a God, yet with no blood or any recent humans to feed on in decades he was getting weak.

Humans were getting smarter, not letting their kids out, or going out alone. Every adult came in groups of 10. He likely could defeat them but it'd risk getting sighted.

Of course the kids didn't know, because his strength still outmatched children, because kids are still kids even with supernatural power.

He had to get it under control because eventually one of the kids will see one and question it.

Despite that, he never threw them away. Just tore them off and placed them in a box near his desk.

The person already knew he existed, who else would be tearing up the papers? These woods had been abandoned for years.

Later when he returns, if he has time he'll reread them. Trying to see if there were clues left behind why you were doing this. Maybe you were taunting him or another God daunting his abilities.

Though he couldn't find any secret messages. As if you really admired him.

Thousands of thoughts came colliding. Maybe you were a child looking for a way out, and you didn't think he was going to kill you.

Though you weren't any of those things, you were an adult who simply admired his beauty, and deemed him as God. Which he was, just not the kind people praised, he never cared anyway.

-

Later tonight, when the moon is shining and the fog is thick. There he is waiting in the dark.

Ready to slaughter whatever God or child opposed him.

He heard the crackling of leaves, but the footsteps were swift and fast.

In the shadows arose a silhouette, he was tilted ready to strike.

But happily you hopped in the shadows unbeknownst a monster behind you. Seeing you made him question himself, did he really get that weak?

He thought you were a God mocking him, A experienced teen trying to get revenge on him. Yet here you were, with the notes in a small basket.

Placing them carefully on your tiptoes. Not trying to be discreet at all. Simply as if you were passing by and throwing mail.

Though it was odd, it was dumb. He was a monster, he's going to kill you.

He thinks?

He didn't move, as if he forgot how to think. He just watched, watched you do the thing he swore to hate. Even going as far to think about reading them tomorrow.

But he had to act he had to feed.

So he stepped out of the woods, though his bodies froze again. To focused on the kill and not hearing the stick he snapped, to busy focusing on their heartbeat.

You turned behind you and caught a glimpse of him.

A gasp left your lips, he came to see you didn't he?

As sweet as you were, you were just as delusional.

"Hello! Did you like my letters?"

Poor oblivious you, he thought. Lamb in a slaughterhouse.

"I tried to draw you but you were to quick last time."

So that's what that stickman drawing was about, nonetheless you were a fool. He imaged himself killing you over and over again. Yet here you were putting the rest of your doddles and letters up.

"Can you talk?"

He could speak, scare her dammit. Is all he repeated, is all he wanted to say. But a word didn't dare to leave his mouthless face.

"I guess its pointless to put these up now huh?"

And with a swift move they tore their papers down, he wanted to scream tell them to leave them be but he couldn't. In front of him was his admirer, devotee, disciple.

His first.

He watched you step towards him in silence, placing the basket at his feet.

"God your tall."

Your sweet coercing chuckle. He mimicked your voice mocking you.

"God your tall."

You gasped, he thought you'd find it scary but you squealed and called it cool, you had no idea how many he's led to their deaths with the same trick.

"You can mimic? Wait can you do like anybody's voice?"

They just kept asking more and more questions, the moon shined on them so intimately. You were talking to him as if tentacles didn't decorate his back and sides.

As if he wasn't a faceless nearly omnipotent being.

As if he was human.

You got comfortable and just started talking, blabbering on and on about every event possible. Yet he stood and took in every word. From how you've become his devotee.

To your parents, why you love the woods and always knew there was something bigger out there.

Even after the conversations were over you didn't leave, he could tell you only wanted to stay because he hadn't left yet, He watched as you yawned, leaned and laid on his leg.

And before you know it you were sleep. He put his tentacle under your head as if a cushion. No doubt it was way softer.

He let it sink in, let you sink in.

Your heartbeat, your breaths, your smell.

Of course he was going to kill you, maybe tomorrow or next week, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself but for now he'll just have to take you home.

[ysp4r4lys1s]

im busy with school but i think you can send me some draw requests with creepypasta:]

my favs <3

kisses kisses 💋

[mace-waz-here]

The pain of having interests, common or uncommon, and desperately wanting to talk about them with someone, but having this deep rooted shame and guilt almost of talking about them with anyone, even if they show direct interest in hearing me talk. Even if we share the interest I just can’t without feeling horrible.

[thedrummhare]

[scary-lasagna]

HABIT

“I just wanted flowers.”

It really pained you, that you asked for the simplest thing and didn’t receive it.

After months of asking, and buying your own flowers, you decided to not let this battle slide away from you anymore.

HABIT was always good to you, with constant praise, and date nights, and promises to get you things.

And yet, you always have to drag him out of his work just to remind him that you exist that day.

And deep down, it hurts. Because flowers are so simple, and at the right time of year you can find them in the side of the road.

They’re not expensive, not that money is of any proper value to him.

Your hope was fading, and you’ve realized you have pushed too far, because u like the other times you didn’t want to take, “I’m working on it, my sweet. I have plans for you. Big ones ” for an answer, when he has said that over a year ago.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, knowing he won’t come to bed until the late hours of the morning after hovering over his work for the whole day.

He won’t notice the dried tear stains on your pillow because he was too busy admiring how soft your skin looked in the moonlight.

A hopeless romantic, they call them. Maybe even a little narcissistic.

Too obliviously in love to value what you asked for, and has already decided what you really want.

HABIT didn’t think that you wanted silly old dying flowers. Nooo, you wanted a full garden. A bountiful garden that will last through the cold winters and stormy summers.

But you didn’t want a garden.

You only wished to dust off your vase, even just for a week out of the year.

Just flowers. Just for one week.

[deepseafisher]

back when i was a child i fucking loved "stop the bats" song im still in love with it to this day. btw flutterbat is freaking cool love her

[kkoiishii]

guys i think he needs a humans touch

@speeeeeb @roll-the-dice-art

[bestwalnut]

[aibouart]

hi i made a new creepy pasta

this Red is called Abandoned RED but seeing as abandoned red is an existing creepypasta already i might change his name to Infected RED but we'll see. abandoned RED works best w the repeated phrases in his pasta so like idk. maybe both?

you can read it here tho:

just a reminder i'm not a super great writer, i do this 100% for fun and am not really looking for heavy critique to sound "professional", cuz i'm not~

i do these for fun once in a blue moon and share them, that is all~

ty for taking a look if you do 0)

[batgummy98]

come on everypony smile smile smileee🗣️‼️‼️‼️

[crushedsweets]

Saw a southern slideshow tiktok and lost my mind for 30 mins

[ellzilla]

Human Zalgo design for fun bc of course my ass spends hours on the spikey bastard's ref sheet just to draw him as a regular human

I couldn't implement his horns into the design in a way that'd look good </3

[tobyislame]

Hi this is awkward s/o person again, you have fueled my toby brain and I'd like to make another request (if you're willing)

What would he be like with his s/o on Halloween? Does he dress up with them, get candy, or maybe stay home and watch scary movies with them? And very important question...if he dresses up, who would he dress up as?

toby rogers x reader: HALLOWEEN EDITION!!!!

welcome back friend!!! i will always be willing i love your requests!! OHOHOHO i am going to get soo silly with this one

- toby goes fucking BALLISTIC over halloween oh my god. it's the only time of the year where he can go into town and just be normal. everyone's got masks on, everyone's donning costumes, so he blends in like butter on bread. being able to exist in a public space without so much as a dirty look is fucking elating, it's one of the only graces of normalcy that he gets and he milks the opportunity for everything its got. what most would treat like any other day, he treats like a paragon. for one night he isn't toby rogers, wanted dead or alive - he's just some guy.

- he's suuuper fucking annoying about it too. he wants to do ALL the halloween stuff and he WILL drag you along with him whether you want it or not. his mansion buds aren't exempt from this treatment either no one is safe

- before night falls and the real fun begins, you guys are staying in and he's making SURE you have a good day. he's got those cheap halloween cookies in the oven (you know the ones they got pumpkins on em), his place is done up with lights and tacky dollar store decorations, and he's got a pot of apple cider simmering on the stove that mixes with the woodsy smell of his cabin just fucking beautifully. he tries really hard.

- he gets really fucking into it, and you can't help but find his admittedly childlike excitement over it a little endearing. if you ever commented on it, about how he hardly gets this excited over anything else, he'd probably just get all weirdly defensive and dismissive over it. he's been this way about it since he was a kid, never really grew out of it. even after everything.

- he's putting out a SPREAD of treats for you guys: candy corn, caramel corn, the works. can't have it any other way if you're marathoning slashers. there's a sort of unmentionable effort he puts into it with the halloween paper plates he goes out of his way to get (steal), one of those little details that puts this subdued warmth in your chest. he wants to make everything nice for you. he wants for you to have good things.

- you two. on his pilled up couch. grandpa sweaters. steaming apple cider in thrifted (stolen) mugs. flannel blanket. crackling embers from the log burner. oh yeah baby

- he makes halloween movie watchlists. oh yeah he's serious about this. he only really likes the kind of stuff you can snag off rental store shelves: sleepaway camp for eye candy (we need more slutty slutty men in horror flicks), hellraiser but only the 1987 one, texas chainsaw massacre but only the 1974 one (he's got a crush on leatherface that he'll never admit to anyone or himself), the thing is his fucking FAVORITE horror movie of all time, throw the final destinations in there just for fun, stuff like that. saw movies are his guilty pleasure. even with you, he tries to be some hard-ass and play it off when he gets all spooked and jumpy, though the way he clings to you just a little tighter says something else.

- yea this man has split skulls and gotten brain matter stuck in his hair and horror movies still scare him

- now the most important question: costumes.

- ok i have two visions for what he'd be and in both events he's forcing you to dress up with him: for one i can totally see him throwing on some ferris bueller getup and dragging you along as either sloane or cameron, or y'all are going as bill and ted and he's calling dibs on bill (so he has an excuse to wear a crop top it's totally only for the costume). if you refuse to dress up he will not shut up about how you're "no fun" until you give in

- he also uses the holiday as an opportunity to terrorize the general public. you guys are hiding out in corn mazes and jumping out at whatever poor soul happens to walk by like some surprise scare actor, pretending to be ghosts to scare off the kids who think hanging out at cemeteries makes them cool. he's the village menace. genuinely the HOA puts up a sign saying look out for this guy

- he takes you "trick or treating" but with the biggest quotations ever. he'll go around to the houses that just have bowls of candy out with a sign that says "please take one" or something and straight up just take the bowl

- when he isn't having (mostly) harmless fun and treating the townspeople like his plaything, he's treating you to some good wholesome traditional halloween activities, and he's a massive sucker for those. like, no fucking question about it he is dragging your ass to the pumpkin patch. if he's lucky he can get a five finger discount on some caramel apples for you two. of COURSE he's hauling some pumpkins home for you guys to carve, even if he'll just inevitably leave them to rot on his porch but he SWEARS he'll throw them out soon he SWEARS

- he insists on going to at least one haunted house even though he's the one that always gets you two kicked out for clocking scare actors. he's banned from most of them

- at some point in the night you'll probably end up crashing some college house party and, even though they scare him shitless, nothing makes him feel more like a guy than standing around with a red solo cup in his hand. he isn't there to make friends anyway (god knows he has no clue how), he's the one that just kinda pets the dog the entire time then leaves

- at the very end of day you guys are falling asleep tangled up in each other on the couch, smoke hanging in the air and the dvd screensaver bouncing around on the tv screen