#japanese urban legend

[ozzgin]

Can I have yandere Aka Manto x Reader? I see you write Japanese myths, cuz why not?

Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]

You never know when you're going to meet your soulmate. It could be on a beach at sunset, on the last bus home, in the elevator of an office building...Or in a public bathroom after you just finished your business. Nevertheless, this urban legend monster has its eyes on you now.

Content: gender neutral reader, urban legend, part horror part comedy, gore!, monster romance

"Are you deaf? It's occupied!" you shout one final time, giving the door a swift kick to emphasize your presence. That's what you get for using a public restroom. Your coworkers had convinced you to try out another bar after the company dinner, and you might've had one too many cocktails. Thankfully most of the drinks were watered down, although it is exactly because of this detail that you're now hovering above a toilet seat with a full bladder. On a Friday night, in the partying neighborhood of the city, so it could explain the persistent stranger - possibly even drunker than you - who keeps rattling the lock of your stall.

To your horror, the handle begins to turn, and you hear a click. You scramble to get up and secure the door, but it's too late. With your pants halfway down, you gawk at the bizarre individual squeezing his way in: a tall figure wearing a red cloak and a mask. "What the Hell?" is all you can mumble to yourself, awkwardly gathering your garments in order to preserve your remaining ounce of dignity. Out of all the things to happen tonight...Alright, calm down. It's most likely a crackhead. You cast your eyes down and focus on the floor tiles, with patterns strategically chosen to hide as much grime as possible.

Pretty. Almost too pretty to kill. He might just take his time with you and savor the moment. Of course, you'll have to answer his question first. With bureaucratic efficiency, he pulls out two rolls of toilet paper and extends them to you. "The red one, or the blue one?" he asks with theatric gravity. What in the Avon samples Hell is this, you think, fidgeting nervously and avoiding any eye contact still. If you ignore him, he should lose interest.

A minute passes in heavy silence. His ghastly arms begin to tire, so he lowers them with a disappointed creak of the joints. "Y-you have to pick one", he insists. Damn it! Perhaps you've been told what to do if approached by mischievous spirits like him? Ignorance means you keep your head, though he was hoping for a gory night of entertainment. You can almost feel the intense stare coming from behind the eerie mask. The tension becomes unbearable, so you finally decide to push your luck. You will not spend the night stuck with a deranged pervert looming over you in a public bathroom.

Without further delay, you shove him aside and open the door. He lets out a surprised hum, observing your daring gesture and almost expecting you to run for your life. To his even greater shock, however, you stop to wash your hands with a relaxed whistle, completely unbothered by his presence. What happened to the fear, the terror, the dread? You peek at his reflection in the mirror, and your lips curl in a mocking grin. Maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting your nervous system, but all you see right now is a pathetic charlatan who tried to intimidate you with literal toilet paper. A good-for-nothing scoundrel interrupting the innocent from their much-needed bathroom break.

In fact, the more you consider your situation, the more your chest puffs with outrage and bravery. You pay your taxes, you help the needy, and this is how your civic deeds are rewarded? By having your stream cut midway? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. No other soul shall suffer your fate tonight. "Wretch!" you cry out, turning towards the aggressor and continuing your demands: "Evacuate the premises at once!"

You might not understand it yet, but your act of defiance has sealed your fate. The hooded monster smiles, relishing the words that have closed the gap between your fragile body and his blasphemous claws. You have spoken to him; thus, he can do with you as he desires. And yet, his murderous fingers hesitate. Your entrails should be splattered across the rarely polished porcelain by now. What's holding him back? He tilts his head in contemplation, but any intention to ponder his feelings is quickly discarded once a loud shriek pierces his ears.

As it turns out, someone else had been using the neighboring stall and was alerted by your little argument. Their finger is pointed at the cloaked creature, features twisted in disgust and fear. "Can't you tell we're busy?" The mysterious man inquires sarcastically. On second thought, this should be enough to satisfy his cravings.

With a snap of the fingers, the frightened bystander is torn apart by invisible hands right before your very eyes. Their limbs detach with surreal ease, and blood splatters everywhere in hot, sticky bursts. In your petrified daze, you are reminded of nature documentaries: blurry snippets of sharks trashing their victim around, fleshy chunks coming undone from the violent handling. Within seconds, the bathroom is quiet again. The walls and ceiling are drenched in fresh blood, and occasionally, fat droplets collapse into a puddle with resounding echo.

It all falls into place. The hooded creature claps its hands, startling you back into awareness. "That's what it was!", he says with enthusiasm. He approaches you with quiet steps, cushioned by the meaty remains coating the floor. He places one hand over the mask, removes it, and gives it a shake as if to clean off the crimson fluid. You involuntarily gaze at his face, taken aback by the handsome traits. Is this the appearance of a ruthless ghoul who butchers mortals for amusement? You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for the hot trickle of foreign blood trailing your skin.

"I think I've fallen in love with you", he confesses with a wide, saw-toothed smile. You feel a clawed finger tracing your cheek affectionately. "Well? What're you so silent for? You were quite cheeky a moment ago!" he continues tauntingly, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. "Or have you seen what happens when you misbehave? No, no, darling, I'd never! There are other ways in which I can ruin you."

You're suddenly very cold. With dry lips, you eventually open your mouth to speak: "I'm not leaving here, am I?"

"You could, but that would make me very upset."

[spiraphobia]

Note: If you’re unfamiliar with any of these urban legends, please look them up on Google.

[danganronpaisbest]

Inspired by @smooshednetwork 's drawing on Korekiyo Shinguji as Kuchisaki Onna

I feel like his sister might have done that to him

[briefbestiary]

Knowledge that should not be pursued. Writhing madness resides out in the fields, almost like a trap for those who want to know what exactly they're seeing from so far away.

[vixynntranzity]

some random creepypasta headcanons (P.1)

Suicide Sadie, Nula, and Laughing Jill do NOT play around when it comes to children’s safety.

Zero and Laughing Jack are like- bestiezzz<3

Slenderman is friends with Hachishakusama.

Kuchisake-Onna (Aka the Slit mouthed woman in Japan) is Jeff the killer’s cousin (non biological)

Nurse Ann does not find love that interesting anymore, however, Dr. smiley is a little simp gremlin for her lmao.

Lazari lives with Sadiya, Puppeteer is Sadiya housemate.

Nina is omnisexual for women, and dating Clockwork!

Clockwork is Toby’s ex.

Lulu and Jeff get along very well.

Eyeless jack is an older brother figure to Lulu.

Sally likes to have tea parties and even play dress up with Laughing Jack, Candy Pop, and Jason the Toymaker.

Lazari and Sally are sister figures to each other!

Some of the creepypasta demon’s and pastas that aren’t seen around the mansion much like to chill in the Slendermansion’s attic (Kagekao, LJ, Candy Pop, Zero, Hobo heart, Nathan the Nobody, Killing Kate, and more.)

Liu has his own cabin in the Slenderforest.

Jane and Mary live in actual civilization together.

Lifeless Lucy doesn’t trust adults, and is quite rude and disrespectful towards new people.

Lost silver sometimes calls Herobrine “dad”

Ben doesn’t like deep bodies of water.

Eyeless Jack is one of the most responsible Pastas.

Clockwork has more balls than any of the creepypasta guys.

Sally doesn’t trust Offenderman, Papa Grande, Dr.pain, Zalgo, Hobo heart, SkinTaker and when she had first met eyeless jack, she didn’t like him and was afraid of him. But now, they are like siblings!

Sally treats the rake like a dog!

[kowai-araene]

Kwaidan (1964) by Masaki Kobayashi - 3h3m

☆this is an anthology who adapts four famous folk tales of japanese ghost stories in beautiful and original cinematography☆

[sketchmenot-art]

Mizore Ito and Hachishaku-sama

My character Mizore Ito (Misery-chan) with Hachishaku-sama (Miss Eight Feet Tall)

I was inspired by the song Oyashiro-sama from the Higurashi OST while working on Part 1:

Kenji Kawai - Oyashiro-sama

For Part 2, I was inspired by the song Amaku Kagayakashiku from the Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu Sukeroku Futatabi Hen OST:

Kana Shibue - Amaku Kagayakashiku

Mizore's Toyhouse Profile

Done with Clip Studio Paint EX August 2023

[gorefatale]

It's totally not a coincidence that my favorite fictional character is eerily similar to my favorite Japanese urban legend.

Mileena reminds me of Kuchisake Onna mainly because of her mouth, but now that I think about it — the fact that she also uses a MASK and hides her MOUTH... Not only that, but in the past timeline Mileena was obsessed with looking pretty, kind of like how Kuchisake still cares about that as well hence why she asks people if she's pretty or not. I hope you guys agree with me on this one.

[theunluckyvandalist]

Japanese urban legends are so funny to me cuz sometimes you'll hear diff stories abt the same one right

And what really amuses me is when even the magical, often very powerful spirit creatures aren't immune to Japan's social rule of being very polite

Cuz apparently, with Kuchisake onna, if you basically tell her "hey lol I'm running late" she will...give up on her little endeavor and just bow, apologize and walk away😭

Shes so goofy it's rlly endearing, she's meant to be scary and stuff but if anything she's rlly silly in the best way

[rairdieheartzzz]

Drawn by me.

All pen.

[sophireal]

Step Right Up Adventure Isle discussion led me to discover Aka Manto, a really cool game. you should look at it (or watch CoryxKenshin play it) smile

[kaikikyoufu]

The Reason Behind the Man-Face-Dog by Kazuichi Hanawa

From the Noroi no Toshi Densetsu Monster anthology

[creepy-stimz]

✂️ Kuchisake Onna Stimboard ✂️

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[sidedoorside]

This is my interpretation of a kunekune, a spectre that appears in Japanese countryside and drives people inside just by its appearance.

Media used: Fineliners and graphite powder.

[briefbestiary]

Lucky little old men whose popularity rose starting around 2009. Tiny urban legends, usually friendly, if incredibly camera shy.

[spiderprincess-suffet]

In my au silly little crossover au, Amy lives in Japan and frequently hangs out with the local urban legends that reside…issue is..I’m too scared to read any Japanese urban legend’s…

Idk what it is about japans specifically but there always 10x more terrifying than the ones anywhere else to me 😭