#kind of a rip off of that one creepypasta right????

[evilestscientist]

How I felt guessing the twist of the pg-13 movie I saw the tv glow about 30 min in

[yippee-boi09]

How I think the Slendermansion came to be...

(Note: This is my personal interpretation of the Slendermansion, I use Marble Hornets and mention "I Eat Pasta for Breakfast" in this for my personal Slendermansion... this can be viewed as a Slendermansion/Marble Hornets au so I can put in Masky and Hoody with creepypastas and it making sense)

Sometime after 2014, when Tim survived the events of MH and begun working against the Slenderman/Operator... (after a while people started calling him Slenderman again) but eventually they both noticed that... Masky, Tim, Brian and Hoody were the only ones (aside from Jay and Skully) who handled the Operator's disease without... doing what the others did... all of the other Operator infected had either went insane and joined Zalgo (IMMA MAKE A POST ABOUT MY ITERATION OF ZALGO ISTG), became a creepypasta and worked against Slenderman and hurt others or just started straying from being a proxy... Tim and Masky also took notice of this, thinking the Slenderman was just going cuckoo at this point but after an encounter with him (big fight oooooh) he was shocked to find Slenderman asking to discuss for once. After discussion, they came to a (at the time) temporary truce, Tim and Masky would help stop all of these infected and Slenderman would assist as well. They came up with a plan to gather Creepypastas, kill off the crazed Operator infected and stop Zalgo and whatever he's planning with the one's he's recruited. Slenderman agreed to this because he wanted control back, he wanted to be able to be the Operator again (and to possibly kill Masky and Tim after the truce??). And Masky, he agreed to this because it meant he could kill off more of the infected and possibly end this whole ordeal... part of this truce was agreed to bring back Hoody and Brian (with the eye-conic scar woohoo!!1!1!) So he could have a much easier time getting the Creepypastas... they figured they needed a place to stay and Slenderman brought them to a place that Tim officially dubbed as "The Slendermansion" (ISTG IMMA MAKE A FIC ABOUT THIS TRUCE GRAHAHAHHAH) And now... I finally get to introduce you to...

Sally Williams!

(Love this iteration of Sally, much better than the canon one, this iteration if Sally will be the canon I'm using for my Slendermansion but she will be credited to you, @hheisa, if you wish not for me to do so then I will gladly do otherwise! Just lmk!)

Sally was the first to join their cause and home... mainly cause she wanted a place (besides a warehouse or abandoned home) to call home. Now... Sally was known to be pacifistic in nature, hating the idea of hurting innocent people and hating killing in general... but when she finds the right people like... assholes, abusers, y'know... people who remind her of her uncle... she can enjoy bloodshed and tormenting them. Stalking her victims for years on end and making their lives a living hell, (she died in the 50s) and then killing them off in grotesque and horrific ways... some of the creepypastas were subconsciously inspired by her murders! She was kind but notorious for her nature, and perfect for being a part of the Slendermansion. Masky took her in the mansion and she adapted quickly, decorating the place a little with free time and growing on the Slenderman a little... he grew fond of her and how she'd eagerly talk to everyone around her... then Hoody found someone... you may all know him as...

Jeff the Killer!

(If you look through my blog you'll see my fav iteration of Jeff but I won't be using him out of respect for the creator of my fav version of Jeff)

He was the second to join, infamous for being a strong and cruel killer... he stopped a kid's heart with a punch and ripped a towel rack off a wall... he was burned and bleached to hell and back and even then carved a smile into his face and burned off his eyelids... he was RUTHLESS. He was RAVENOUS. He needed a place to stay as well... Hoody found him when he managed to track down one of the crazed and Jeff got to him first... Hoody made the offer through discussion and eventually convinced him to come. He was a little shocked to see the Slenderman and Sally... but he took about two months to fully adapt to the Slendermansion... in that time though... Slenderman brought in his own little introduction...

Ticci Toby!

(Ticci Toby belongs to Kastoway, he is not my character. He belongs to them entirely and Kastoway deserves all the support they can get, they have a Twitter, Instagram, and a DeviantArt that they are no longer active on... I'm linking the DA so you can find all the Ticci Toby art and possibly the og story. Kastoway is facing impersonation issues and is being harassed for it and left the creepypasta fandom long ago.)

We all know the events of Ticci Toby and how right after what happened he lost memory of his sister and most of his life prior to the car accident and the incident. Slenderman brought him in and left him with Hoody and Masky to deal with. Masky and Tim having to deal with most of the annoyance and responsibilities of training Toby. Hoody went through the troubles and killed his surviving mother and aunt so he wouldn't have any ties to return to (Imma write a fic about this too because Masky gets PISSED about this cuz he's just giving Slenderman someone to work with for the rest of his life). Toby grew fond of everyone in the mansion (especially EJ BUT THAT'S NOT THE FOCUS) and it really seemed like the mansion was growing... the rest of the creepypastas joined in the order (from first to last = longest to latest)

BEN DROWNED (Hoody)

Nurse Ann (Slenderman)

Laughing Jack (Masky)

Smile Dog (Jeff)

Nina the Killer (Jeff, involuntarily)

Jane the Killer (Jeff, involuntarily again)

Clockwork (by Toby temporarily, eventually she left after the first Zalgo situation, will iterate in another post)

Eyeless Jack (Slenderman)

Lost Silver (Ben)

Grinny Cat (Slenderman)

Seed Eater (Eyeless Jack)

Homicidal Liu (Jeff, again??)

X-Virus (Toby)

After the mansion had grown and grown, being taken in, in various ways and accepted in multiple ways, having only a few they rejected from the place entirely... Masky and Tim finally felt like they had a home they couldn't lose... plus they had their only and oldest friend back and after catching up, they grew close like they did back then. As for Slenderman... he grew accustomed to caring for majority of the mansion and he grew used to it. They'd all been there for a year and a half, and Slenderman grew fond of everyone in the mansion like a father... he didn't admit it though... as for their plan...

They had been hacking down on the crazed, eventually they now only had Zalgo and his recruits (the crazed and the Creepypastas) to deal with. It was a matter of time before Slenderman introduced Zalgo to them all, telling them what they had to do to defeat him... Tim knew this as the end of their truce nearing an end... meaning he'd lose the mansion, Brian, and his life... he'd have to go back to trying to end the Operator... or the Slenderman as he was referred to once again nowadays. Slenderman also felt this dread, knowing he would probably have to make a big decision... he knew he was dead set on going back to working against Masky just over a year ago but now he's sad and hesitant.

The rest of the mansion didn't know, they all knew they had a big mission coming up (Sally didn't participate in it because she is child, she may kill people but she chooses not to get into Slenderman's bizz) and it was time to train harder than ever. Eventually Masky and Slenderman talk, just a few days before the event and they open up, agreeing to not leave and make this truce a permanent one... (IMMA MAKE A FIC OF THIS AND MASKY AND SLENDERMAN WILL TALK OML)

Finally, the day comes. They meet up and meet the people who aligned with Zalgo... Judge Angels, Hobo Heart, the Puppeteer, Zero, and a few others who will remain unnamed... The Slendermansion won (obviously), and the other creepypastas who joined him, run away for now... Now they all celebrate, going back to the Mansion to rest for the night...

A few weeks pass after this... Zalgo reforming his plan and utilizing something from his past... someone very special...

On a fateful night... Slenderman finds an unfortunate Lazari Swann...

This happened over the course of a few weeks, all of the formentioned creepypastas who joined Zalgo previously, come back. Instead of Lazari going through puberty at 8 (and Masky no longer being a twink) she just now has horns and long pink hair after transforming... Eventually she runs away and after some situating she no longer lives in the Slendermansion... (IMMA ELABORATE OKAY???)

Zalgo, failing at doing this, decides to just try and expose the Slendermansion's location... only one problem...

The Slendermansion is a bit of an anomaly... it exists in every state of America but also doesn't, you aren't going to find it unless you're MEANT to... Zalgo tried gathering more creepypastas, like Sonic.EXE and Tails Doll... which after a pathetic fight attempt Zalgo fails again... this time, rendering him pathetic and useless, he has his powers but now he's scared. (Like that one vine of a guy waking up startled by his own fart and holding up a gun in fear)

Like mentioned, Clockwork left the Slendermansion after the big Zalgo fight and went... somewhere else... anyways... (most of) the creepypastas mentioned on Zalgo's side also followed the same fate... I'm sure most of you are all familiar with the Splendormansion, right? Happypastas and stuff? Yeah them! Just asking to see if you all remember them from back then just curious lmao. Anyways... the Bloody Painter joined them after the final fight, along with Kate the Chaser (who joined because she was a surprise who managed to handle the Operator's disease a little bit... sorta... ehh whatever) so we have them... as for everyone else...

You'll see them in other posts but that's my personal story of the Slendermansion! I really hope you like what I put together! I have an idea with this... thing I'm working on... lemme cook and you'll all see...

[eggsbenedictinurmom]

Recently I had a thought.

I love the Minecraft Warden, my overhated baby. And I love Wally, my most likely traumatized baby. And so, by all known laws of my brain, they are now required to fuse like gems from Steven Universe.

Ok so hear me out rq. Welcome Home used to be a normal kid's show, right? Everything's probably the same as the start of the OG timeline, really. The puppets also interact with the Playfellow Workshop employees MFN-style, as in: nobody fucking cares about the fact their sentient there and it's treated like it's completely normal.

But then, an accident happened in 1974. Pretty vague about what actually happened, because nobody ever documented it (or rather, the documentation never left the workshop, so nobody knew about it), but the only apparent thing is that there was death involved. A LOT of death. Like, almost the entire team of the Playfellow Workshop died, probably.

The immense soul power of the murdered managed to crack into the puppet world thanks to Home, who in this case is sorta headcannoned(?) to be a gateway between the two worlds. They fused with the void (the thing many people call "So Below") under it, creating a hivemind of sorts, y'know, like sculk from Minecraft, and immediately grew all over Home. it also ripped the fabric of the universe causing the world of minecraft to merge with the neighborhood but pretend not to know that so that you can act surprised later-

The sculk only has one goal: protect Home so that nothing can pass through into the muppets x minecraft crossover world, because we all know that if the millionaires find out about a dimension that stretches into infinity and where you can literally duplicate resources, they're gonna colonize the everloving disc 5 fuck-ment out of it, and that's obviously bad.

But Home wasn't a good enough host. It needed a more mobile catalyst to ensure the world's safety. And since Wally was sticking to Home like slime to my mother's beloved silver blanket thanks to his empathy for it, the sculk "decided" to infect him, unintentionally breaking the structure of his eyes and permanently blinding him in the process.

Wally, however, was not worried about this. With his naive nature, he simply saw the sculk as a new neighbor, albeit a bit peculiar one. This made him very cooperative, which, I gotta agree, was a great "choice" for the sculk in the end, as he, too, wanted to protect Home after what happened.

Through time, the sculk managed to crack through Home into the human world workshop, setting up something in the sort of shriekers to alert it of oncoming danger to Home. But it had no interest in leaving the vicinity of the building, of course, so it still stays inside, the people outside being completely unaware of what's going on in the workshop and simply taking it as abandoned and occasionally making creepypastas about it on the internet. Some stupid teenagers sometimes go inside thanks to a dare and obviously end up dying, which kinds sucks, but hey, they sorta deserve it.

You see what I'm getting at? Insanely OP creature, protecting a maybe-portal with the help of the tortured souls of the dead??

Reference picture that I'll probably remake + some fun facties:

(If a single person "exploits" the fact most of his clothes are torn off him on despite the fact he's a literal semi-corpse puppet that is only strung together by the power of the undead and gets constantly sunk in and out of a state of disassemblence I will gulp down a comically large canister of gasoline in one go on a tiktok stream while my friend makes dangitgrandpa cosplay poses in the background every time someone gives me a rose)

I will 100% make the rest of the neighbors other Minecraft mobs btw if you couldn't tell

[daisyachain]

Haven’t posted enough of late. MAGP listening experience has been pleasantly noncommittal. I’m in no danger of getting back into it. Works with a formula are a certain kind of catnip to me when I enjoy the formula, because then I can eagerly set my clock and wait for each beat to fall into place. Redwall, MAGPOD original, Furuya Nagisa manga. MAGPOD worked best for me when it was:

So I was going to my job, a rare occupation which logically has to exist, but which doesn’t have enough of a market to open many slots

When I received some kind of reminder of a) my emotionally cold parents, b) my ex with whom I had a committed relationship, c) a childhood friend with whom I have little in common

I completed my relationship-triggered detour and continued to my job and/or then returned to my overpriced and run-down home with black mold (British)

A mundane incident caused me to go on another detour, putting me in a worse mood due to the unearthing of some uneasy emotions earlier

Something went wrong that I chalked up to the break in routine

I failed to return to safety until a second thing went wrong, by which point it was too late

I, myself, enjoyed the formula. Trivia tidbits about weird jobs, estranged relationships, bad housing. The horror relied on a sense of realism to become scary; the thing that made it get to me was how likely it all seemed. The glacial pacing contributed to the effect. By grounding the work so heavily in an extremely boring daily routine, each whiff of the supernatural had an outsized impact. The sense was of a very, very slowly tightening noose. The breaks are few and far between: in s1, it’s Martin’s spider outburst, Sasha’s Michael encounter, and then the finale that mark the only events. Each one stands out in the stark minimalism of the fore/afterwords. [old woman voice] I remember when it was an event to talk to more than one character. You gotta make ‘em wait

MAGP, on the other hand, doesn’t take time setting up a status quo in its statements or in its plot. The audio drama parts introduce subplots right off the bad without much buildup—each character has their assigned schtick, which, fine, storytelling 101, but crucially it transforms an atmospheric attempt at a Twilight Zone type thing into a mid-tier network drama. The horror becomes more cliche’d, turning to tropes like the scary mascot (boring) rather than the in-between zones where Magnus flourished. Seriously. Between the 2012 deviantart nonsense of the needle man and the 314th ranked creepypasta Bonzo, the audience is informed of the need to feel weird rather than just allowed to interpret it. Compare the far more abstracted horror of the s1 two-parter Confession/Host, where the grounded storytelling of muddled events leaves you feeling like you’re the one who can’t tell up from down. The safe rituals of life perverted are a lot creepier to Moi than The XFiles Comedy Episode creatures of MAGP. I genuinely would’ve thought that it’s meant to be a parody if it weren’t for the fact that Bonzo is apparently our arc villain. Good grief. Maybe they’re trying to do something Savile-analogous? There are a lot more creepy ways to go about it while still being tasteful

Regardless, Magnus original flavour didn’t reinvent the wheel. For 4 good seasons it was a purveyor of ghost stories in the classic horror style, adapted surprisingly well to the anxieties of the developed world (eroding relationships, drudge work, housing crisis). MAGP neglects what Magnus did well while doing poorly what almost every other serialized piece of media in the world does at least as well, if not better (episodic work dramedy). Rip. Alas.

[dancingamongstdust]

Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 3)

I’ve opened requests now, if anybody is interested. Here’s the post:

Requests

Lost Silver

As stupid as it sounds, the game didn’t scare you.

It had started as a joke, something passed around your friend group after it had been discovered. The cartridge was just a janky version of a Pokémon game that was apparently spooky and so, everybody had taken turns messing around with it. They all said creepy things started happening but nothing too bad.

When it was your turn, you had been fully expecting something out of a horror movie. Instead, you had gotten a game that just had audio cut offs and weird notes warning you to stay out. It wasn’t all together scary.

You mentioned this to the next person you gave the game to in your friend group and they had laughed, saying it would probably ring true for them also.

But for some reason, your ally didn’t manifest.

Less than two days later, they practically threw the game at the rest of you and ran away sprouting things about curses. After that, the appeal of playing it kind of went away.

Nobody wanted to buy it and apparently throwing it out wasn’t a suggestion. So you ended up getting it.

Curiosity soon got the better of you and you booted up the game again, really sure that it would do something absolutely crazy but it never did. It ran like it always had with only that one file being completed.

So you deleted the file.

And nothing happened.

The next day, when you booted up the game, the file had simply returned as though you hadn’t deleted it in the first place. A similar thing occurred the next time. And the next.

Eventually you gave up and just started your own game. There, everything ran like it was meant to and you were beginning to think that your friends had all been imagining stuff. Maybe their paranoid got to them or something like that?

But eventually, the nightmares started. And they were bad.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened during them. They were a swirling mess of games and glitches, horrible things spelled out in letters and blood covering everything. You would always wake up right when they seemed to be coming to a pivotal point. You’d find yourself dragged into a graveyard and then you’d wake up screaming

It was awful. You hardly got any sleep during them and they seemed to haunt you every night, keeping you up until the early hours of the morning.

But the worst only came when you didn’t wake up.

When you were dragged to the grave and looked down to see the ellipsis where the name should be. A punch to the gut that reminded you of what the game file was called. A confirmation of what was causing this dream.

You stared at it for ages before your eyes drifted up and you met his gaze. He was covered in blood, it leaked from every orifice and limb. It stained his dirty clothing even worse.

While you were staring, the world seemed to distort even though he didn’t. The game world melted away and your bedroom slowly reappeared.

It wasn’t until you saw car headlights move past your window – casting awful shadows across the room – that you realised you were no longer dreaming. He wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

The temperature in the room plummeted and you began to slowly reach for a weapon of some kind. He turned to look at what you were watching. His head tilted to the side and a glitch raced across his body before he vanished into thin air. Flicking on the lights didn’t show him hiding or cowering.

Perhaps your friends weren’t crazy after all.

Masky

“You know, if we had been a little more patient, none of this would have happened,” your sibling lectured. “We could be relaxing inside the car without having to worry about a bloody flash flood coming down from the sky.”

You shoved their back, forcing them to stumble a little as they went through the door. “Chances are the river’s going to burst its banks anyway. We would have been stuck in traffic for hours because the bridge is blocked off.”

“At least we would have been dry,” they muttered, running their fingers through their hair. “And not trapped inside an abandoned building.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way over the rubble to settle down on a camping chair. “Don’t even start. This place has been a hangout for my friends and I for ages. There’s never been a single problem bigger than a few spiders.”

“Till a landlord shows up,” they scoffed.

“Then we’ll move to the forest,” you joked. “I’m sure there’s a good bear cave we can use.”

“I’m going to be an only child,” they said, rolling their eyes. Still, they made their way over and sat. “How long do you think we have until the storm dies down?”

You relaxed back into the chair and smiled up at the asbestos-filled ceiling. “From the sound of it, a while.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time you had taken a nap in the building. You were scared of giant cockroaches coming to eat you once. You had gotten used to it since then but this time when you woke up, you were uneasy.

Glancing around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Your sibling was snoring in the chair next to you and outside the rain was pounding the roof.

You sat upright. Sometimes was definitely wrong.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you got up from the chair and began walking as quietly as you could through the house. It had always been tiny and practically void of furniture, but the few rooms provided ample hiding spots.

Nothing but rubble was in most of the rooms but, in what you presumed had once been a bathroom, you found a person.

He had his back to you but when you pushed the door open to peer in, he spun around, his hand flying to his side. He was wearing a white mask, dark features etched onto it, and an orange jacket. A dark stain ran up the right side of it, emanating from under his hand. The oddness of his clothing made you immediately back away from the door, finger twitching on your cell phone in case you needed to call for help.

The two of you stared at each other in silence.

You were lost about what to say or do. The stain on his jacket was spreading and the more you stared at it, the more you became convinced it was blood. “Are you okay?” you finally managed to ask.

It took him a while to respond but then he nodded. The mask was unnerving you. You didn’t like not being able to see a person’s facial expressions.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but it really looks like you’re bleeding,” you said. “And quite badly. I can call for an ambulance or something although…” you turned your attention to the window behind his head. “I’m not sure they’ll be able to get anywhere with this weather.”

He stepped backward. “I’m fine,” he said, so soft you barely caught it. “I thought this place was abandoned.”

“It normally is,” you answered. “But we had to avoid the storm. I’m guessing that’s why you’re here also?”

“Yes,” he responded.

You waited or him to say something more, but all you got was silence. He had moved further away and now he had his back against the window. Part of you wanted to turn around and go back to your sibling but you were unsure about turning your back on the strange man.

The mask made you scared he could stab you or something.

Somebody calling your name made you turn your head on instinct. Your sibling must have woken up and realised you were missing.

Quickly, you turned back to the man, but he had disappeared. Rain spat through the now open window.

Nurse Ann

Everybody always warned you about exploring old buildings. They would yell about how many things could injure or kill you. Stray animals, drug addicts, old equipment, and all that. You had heard just about every warning imaginable. Ghosts were pretty commonly mentioned also.

But killer nurse was a new one.

“Come on, just give me a little more information,” you nagged. “I’m going there whether you’re with me or not so you may as well just tell me what you’ve heard.”

Your friend (and partner in crime for most ventures) groaned. “It’s not much. They just say that she guards the place and if you get too close, she’ll run you off with a chainsaw. Some people have died from injuries they got while there. Let’s just give this one a miss, alright?”

But you were not in agreement at all.

“Maybe she’s cute though,” you teased.

They didn’t find that funny and you didn’t push them to come with you. So later that evening, you snuck in by yourself.

The hospital was old with crumbling walls and smashed windows. It was hidden from the public by means of a tall barbed-wire fence and a substantial distance of open garden. Nothing too extreme for you and definitely worth the potential items you’d find inside. When hospitals went under, they often left tons of awesome stuff just scattered around.

You’d never sold anything you found in your abandoned building dives. They were more collectables than anything else but they meant quite a bit to you.

There weren’t any signs of crazy nurses as you approached the place. Nobody came running at you with a chainsaw at least. You didn’t even find evidence of squatters who could sometimes pose some danger.

After deciding it was safe enough, you lifted yourself through one of the windows and began to explore.

Honestly, it was creepy. Everything was way too old to be worth collecting and there were too many unidentifiable stains for your liking. The water damage was bad. It looked like the ceiling was there for aesthetics only and several rooms creaked too much for you to comfortably cross them.

And that was even without the awkward feeling of being watched.

You told yourself that it was just superstition but you couldn’t shake it. Every few seconds saw you looking over your shoulder in anticipation. It distracted you from keeping your eye on the path in front of you and the loud crack reached your ears too late.

The floor gave out and you fell through. Your shoulder hit some kind of metal object as you landed in the room below. Painful shocks ripped through your body and your head knocked against the floor with a heavy thud.

Stars danced in front of your vision and you raised your hand to the top of your head. Blood coated your hand when you lowered it to look.

Shit.

Shakily, you tried to pull yourself up but quickly found that your arm was too sore. Instead, you pulled your phone from your pocket and sent off the emergency text to your friend.

The world faded to black not long after that.

When you woke up next, you were in your room with a bandage wrapped around your head. You had felt like absolute crap but still gotten up to thank them for the save. They had nodded and warned you to be more careful, happy that you had been outside the hospital so they didn’t have to look for too long.

Before you could even think about how you had crawled there, they asked how you had managed to do your own stitches so nicely.

Puppeteer

Your camera was on 10% battery.

Grumbling, you shoved it into your bag and cursed your past self for forgetting to put it on charge. In order to get the best sunrise photos, you had found yourself waking up earlier and earlier. It was tiring but it was worth it… most of the time.

You just hoped that at least one of your pictures was usable but you could only check on them once you got home.

The streetlight above your head flickered as you walked past. It wasn’t unusual but when you were the only person awake for miles around, it was awfully creepy.

Putting your hands into your jacket pockets, you continued strolling back home. The neighborhood had never been dangerous and despite living in the area for your entire life, no incidents made you want to stop walking around at night.

Deciding that you wanted to take a precautionary shot, you headed for your neighbour’s house first. They had an arch covered in jasmine flowers that made for some perfectly safe photos and they never minded your presence.

After making your way there and getting a few photos, you were treated to the fright of your life when their began howling and barking. It wasn’t aimed at you but you didn’t like the noise regardless.

As you rounded the corner of the house, planning on racing back to your own home, you encountered the dog’s target.

A man – cloaked in the darkness and barely illuminated by the streetlight – opening one of the windows with ease. Irritated by the dog, he didn’t notice you until your finger twitched around the shutter of your camera. There was a flash.

His head snapped up and you screamed.

The man’s complexation was literally grey. He wasn’t just ill, he was the colour of storm clouds. Golden eyes with no pupils glared at you and froze you in place. Whatever he was, this man was the furthest thing from human.

Your scream woke your neighbors. The sound of movement began coming from inside the house.

He abandoned the window, stalking towards you. The air tingled like it was expecting a lightning storm. Golden tendrils grew from his fingertips and shot towards you. They had you pinned in an instant.

You struggled against them and opened your mouth to scream again but they wrapped around your head, forcing your jaw shut.

This was how you died… tears spilled down your cheeks at the realization. You were going to be an unsolved murder. All you hoped was you got a good picture of him.

Your neighbor’s front door opened and great dane let out an ear-splitting bark as he raced toward you.

The man, or creature, or monster, or whatever he was, released you to face the dog. He let it approach before vanishing into a cloud of smoke as its jaws reached him.

“What was that?” the timid voice brought you back into reality.

“It was trying to get into your house,” you said. “I screamed when I saw it and then it grabbed me.” Your voice changed to a whimper as reality hit you. You nearly died.

The small child of the house came over to hug your leg. “I’m sure Puppet didn’t mean to scare you,” she said. “He always comes to visit but he doesn’t like it when people make noise. You shouldn’t scream when you see him again.”

You made eye-contact with the parents and they wore expressions of horror at their daughter’s words.

“Puppet?” you asked in a small voice.

She nodded rapidly. “He says he stops by because he likes watching people. I think that he’s watching us all right now! But he can hide in the shadows too well.”

“I’m going to go and call the police,” somebody said.

You weren’t all too focused. The feeling of being watched grew heavier and you clutched tightly at the camera in your hands.

Slenderman

You couldn’t tell if they were being serious. You hoped that they were joking. They weren’t genuinely going to…

“No,” you stated.

The two younger children both turned to look at you simultaneously. Guilt flashed across their faces as though they weren’t aware you were listening. It was as though you were asked to babysit them because you didn’t pay attention. These two should have realised that by now.

“Do you think all the stories are true?” the boy asked. “I think that they are. One of my friends said she saw a huge dog in the forest and then it ran away after eating a whole cow!”

“No way!” his twin sister shouted. “Dogs don’t eat cows, so it can’t be true!”

You put on your best intimidating expression and crossed your arms. “I don’t care if they’re true or not. There is absolutely no chance that either of you are going to go running off into the woods with bears, wolves and all kinds of other creatures.”

The two children glanced at each other and bolted for the tree line before you could grab their shirts.

Thankfully your legs were longer even if they had a head start and you managed to catch up pretty quickly. Once you caught the boy and picked him up with ease, the girl dashed behind a tree.

“Can we please just leave?” you asked nicely. “If we forget about the forest adventure thing, I promise I won’t tell your parents and I’ll get you ice cream.”

The boy was trying his hardest to get out of your hold. You were starting to think babysitting didn’t pay enough.

“I don’t want ice cream,” the girl said. “I want to go and find a unicorn.”

She darted off into the forest and you let out a deep groan. Shifting the boy’s weight over your one hip, you started walking after her. If you wanted to give chase via running, you would have to put the kid down and trust him to follow or stay.

It was obvious that wasn’t happening.

It didn’t take you too long to find the girl. Mostly because she had stopped in the middle of a weird grove in the trees. She was just staring off into the dark shadows beyond it.

As you approached her, static popped in your ears. You shook your head in an effort to displace it but the closer you got, the louder it became.

The child in your arms whimpered, clutching his head.

You softly called her name and then it appeared. It was a man-like monster, standing just in the shadows of the trees. Easily over 7ft tall and insanely thin with no facial features. Your heart jumped into your throat and your stomach tied itself into a knot.

Without taking your eyes off it, you reached out a hand and fumbled around until you grabbed the girl’s shirt.

The static was getting louder and louder. You tried to shut it out as you started moving backwards, tugging the child along after you. She wasn’t willing to move her legs. She was entranced but whether by fear or magic, you couldn’t tell.

And then it was much closer.

You stumbled in fright, letting go of the girl’s shirt and landing on your ass. The boy fell on top of you but scrambled away and hide in the bushes within the blink of an eye. You sent a silent prayer to him to run back home to the other adults.

Once again, the creature was stationary but now the static was growing to such a volume that you could imagine your ears were starting to bleed.

You reached out for the girl again slowly, but something wrapped around your leg and yanked you into the air.

It took almost a full second for you to realise that the screaming ringing in your ears was you. Whatever was holding you tightened and whipped your body through the air. It was like your leg was being ripped away.

Then you were falling.

It was some feat of luck that you managed to twist your body, so you didn’t land on your head. You lay there for a while before something poking your back made you unbury your face.

The twins were staring at you with wide eyes and the monster was nowhere in sight.

“What was –“ you couldn’t finish.

“Slenderman,” they said in perfect sync.

Splendorman

Another stop…

You couldn’t help yourself. Every time you walked past one of the posters fluttering lightly in the wind you had to stop and stare at it.

A few days ago, your dog, your beautiful and sweet puppy, had disappeared from your house without a trace. The missing posters were depressing reminders that he wasn’t home. It hadn’t taken long for your mind to spiral into the negative thoughts about how close the road was.

Damn your coworkers. One of the had suggested the road in the first place and while they hadn’t intended anything malicious, it was definitely not helping your fears.

The dog had been with you through thick and through thin… if it was dead, you may as well have lost a close family member.

Hanging your head, you dragged your eyes away from the poster and kept walking.

People bumped into you, but it was your fault. You refused to look up in case another poster distracted you. Getting home before the sun set was your only focus now.

You had tried going out and searching in all the places where your dog once spent time to no avail. Always willing to try again, you chose to drop off your bags and head out later that evening when you ran out of distractions.

As you walked through the gates in front of your house, a gust of air gently messed up your hair. A gust of wind suspiciously similar to a laugh.

Your logical mind told you it came from the street, but something made you stop in your tracks.

The walls around your property towered. There’s no possibility that somebody could be in your garden. To try and scale one of the walls, they would have been in full view of your neighbours who would have undoubtedly called the cops.

“You’re sad,” the wind whispered before you could brush off your suspicion.

Spinning wildly, you searched around for the source. You backed up until your entrance gate was behind you. You could run down to the main street with ease if you could just get your fumbling fingers to unlock things.

“Don’t run,” the wind said, this time blowing from a separate direction. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know why you’re upset.”

Is this what going insane was? Nobody around and the wind was talking to you. You had always feared losing your mind and now it was happening.

“I’m real,” the wind said. “I’m hiding because I’ll scare you if you see me.”

“I’m going mad,” you muttered, shaking your head. “If this is somebody pulling a prank on me I swear….”

The wind quietened for a bit and then it picked up again, ruffling your hair as it spoke. “If I show myself, it’ll prove that you’re not going crazy, but I don’t want to make it worse by frightening you… you’re so sad already.”

“I lost my best friend and people have been telling me he’s most likely dead,” you hissed. “Obviously I’m not in the best mood. Now I’m losing my fucking mind and talking to air.”

The atmosphere around you dropped, like it does moments before lightning strikes. You glanced at the sky in confusion. As expected, no clouds in sight.

You lowered your gaze and a 7ft tall creature covered in bright polka dots stood in front of your house.

Once you screamed, it disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” the wind said. “I knew I would scare you, but I had hoped it would show you that I’m not imaginary. I’m just trying to help.”

The gate finally opened behind you and you stumbled backwards through it, your heart sitting in your throat. A monster was in your house and it was probably going to kill you. Spinning on your heel, you took off full speed back towards the main street.

You were fully expecting it to give chase now that you hadn’t fallen for its claims of harmlessness but it didn’t.

Instead you reached the main road and only got a few strange looks because of how much you were shaking. Nothing followed you.

The wind picked up once more. “I’ll try and help,” it promised.

People walking around you should have heard it as well but none of them so much as blinked.

Ticci Toby

While you had been told that a noise limit for the forest existed, your laughter refused to cooperate. It rang through the trees and probably chased off all the animals nearby. A picnic out in a national forest was a fantastic way to reconcile with nature and to scare it all away.

With eleven people in your picnic party, chances of any creatures coming into view were already slim though so you didn’t worry too much.

“We didn’t bring nearly enough fruit,” you muttered as you dug in the basket.

“Excuse you, I brought a whole watermelon but you ate it,” somebody answered your grumble. “If you want fruit, it is spring. Go and forage for some berries.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m going to go out by myself in the middle of the one season where bears are irritable as fuck. I know I sometimes act a little impulsively, but I don’t exactly have a wish to die at the claws of a grumpy teddy.”

Your friend leaned towards you. “Is that so? What if we split into teams and made a bet? Loser has to take a dip in the river.”

“A bet?” you asked. “I’m interested.”

She grinned and snapped her fingers. “Okay, there are eleven people so I’m feeling groups of two with one impartial party as a judge. We should be fine if we make enough noise and stick within close vicinity to each other. See how many berries we can gather?”

Tipping out the picnic basket’s contents, you smirked and pushed it into her chest. “Oh, I hope you brought a swimming costume.”

Everybody teamed up with ease and grabbed one of the many containers lying on the blanket. You headed out with your partner and gave a wink to the other teams. All you needed was to find one good bush first and you had it won.

“We should split up,” your partner said. “Cover more ground.”

You nodded. “We meet up back here once we’ve found a good bush,” you agreed. “And we shout if we find any animals.”

Obviously, your plans hadn’t involved losing your footing almost directly after the two of you split.

Tumbling down the small hill, you tried your hardest to protect yourself from the bushes as you went through them. At some point, you lost your basket and by the time you had finally rolled to a stop, you had no idea where it was.

Grumbling, you stood up and started searching until something dark caught your eye. Thinking it was your basket, you made your way over.

The clearing you walked into housed a scene you could never have imagined.

A dead bear lay slumped against a tree, its fur being what had caught your eye earlier. A hatchet buried in its neck was spilling blood onto the floor around it. All that hardly compared to the man leaning against a tree.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

His head immediately snapped up, allowing you to see that he was wearing a mouth guard and a pair of goggles. Blood seeped from between his fingers where they clutched against his chest, but he hardly noticed. A hatchet was hanging from his belt.

Suddenly, you were wishing you had kept your mouth shut.

He stared at you blankly for a while, an occasional twitch minorly affecting his body. Reaching up, he took off his mouthguard. “I can’t feel any pain,” he said. “So, I’m fine. Why are y-you out here? The hiking trail is far.” He struggled with one of the words, seeming to hiccup a little on it.

“I was searching for berries and I slipped down a hill,” you answered. “Are you sure you’re okay? It looks like you got into a fight with a bear. Your shirt is all bloody.”

“I did fight a bear,” he laughed, gesturing to it. “I won.”

Your eyes grew wider. “I think you should get to a hospital. What’s your name? I can call somebody for you and we’ll get you medical attention.”

“Toby,” he said. “That’s my name. What’s yours?”

You gave him your full name and pulled out your phone. “My friends are close by,” you said. “Don’t worry, they’ll be here to help soon.”

When you raised your attention from your phone, he had disappeared and so had the hatchet from the bear’s neck.

Trenderman

Work was hard. It made your feet ache, it made your back click and crack, and it felt like the problems would never end.

Would you give up working in the fashion industry? Not a chance.

Your boss walked past where you were calming down an irate customer over the phone and dropped the keys to the front of the building in front of you. “Close up for me,” she mouthed as she left.

Nodding, you moved them to the side of the desk where they couldn’t be lost.

Once you had finished calming the customer, you glanced around to check how many people were left in the room. Three still working and one in the process of leaving. You were technically going into overtime at this point, but you didn’t mind.

There was a reason you were promoted so quickly.

“We need to set up cameras!” one of the floor managers snapped, storming into the office. She marched straight over to your desk and glowered at you. “I put this request in a week ago.”

Scrolling through the documents, you quickly opened the file. “I see but it looks like it’s been bumped due to a shipment malfunction, I’ll flag it. What’s the problem?”

“Customers or members of staff are moving items around and throwing things out without warning. We need to catch the culprits!” she snapped.

“What has been thrown out?” you asked. “I’ll add it into the information.”

The woman started listing quicker than you could type. “I’ve found crocs, toeless thigh-high boots, bellbottomed jeans, coloured faux fur jackets, luminous lipstick, w-necks, and jeggings all in vast numbers in the trash can. Every time I put them out on shelves, they disappear again.”

It took everything in you not to snort. “I’ll mark this vital.”

She stalked off and you went back to inputting the shipping requirements. You were meant to be organising what was coming in for the latest line and subtly omitting anything that wouldn’t sell well enough.

Slowly but surely, your co-workers trickled out of the office after finishing off their daily tasks. You kept going, trying to make sure you could have a longer break the next day.

Finally, when the sun had already set, you relented and started getting ready to go home.

You sung as you finished packing up for the day. Being the last one in the building (thus having to lock up) made you a little more confident as you danced around getting everything together. You slung your bag over your shoulder and happily trotted over to the door.

It made you so happy that your boss entrusted you to be the last one around. She was so hyper-protective of company secrets that you were proud of yourself for winning her over.

Your talent with people was something you attributed to dealing with painful customers.

As you passed through the store-part of the business you stopped to rearrange a mannequin. Every morning when you came in, you always noticed something had been changed with this specific one. You figured you could move something small and see if it would be a good place to set up a hidden camera.

Though you weren’t expecting it to suddenly grab your arm.

“You may be one of the few workers here with good taste, but I advise you don’t try and change my outfit,” it said. It didn’t have a mouth, but the words rang in your head, nevertheless.

You screamed and pulled away, tearing your arm from its grip. Shelves were knocked over and clothing was sent flying as you tried to escape.

The mannequin just watched you as you fumbled madly for the door.

The glass rattled in the frame from how hard you slammed it shut behind you. You sped off down the street, moving faster than you ever had before. You collapsed on your lawn by the time you reached the house, taking deep breaths.

Nothing had followed you. Everything was okay.

With shaking fingers, you dialed your boss’ number and told her you would be taking a sick day. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were going anywhere near there again.

Not to mention the mess you made… you were definitely getting fired.

[glassartpeasants]

The Crew

Creepypasta Pirate AU!

This so wonderful idea was made by @creeps-and-pasta who you should definitely go and check out!

It was pulling me too hard to not write about it so here we go and enjoy!

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It was always nice to hear the laughs from your crew as you sailed the sea’s in search for treasure. Always talking about their last adventure or last ship they took down.

Jeff was notorious for bragging about being the gunner of the ship. Handling all the weapons the ship had to offer, he acted like a kind in a candy shop. Ammo and stolen weapons that littered beneath the deck was always his favorite thing to look at and be near. So if given the chance to take about how many ships he’s taken down with a single blow of a cannon ball, he’ll take it without a second thought.

Even though, Jeff wasn’t alone beneath the decks in the ship, BEN had made that place his home just as much as Jeff. He handled making all of the ammo Jeff needed to take out the other ships. They’d joke about anything and everything while they hid away. Every time him and Jeff would come up to the main doc, he’d always be covered in gun powder and any other very flammable chemical the ship had. Even leaving footprints on the main deck, much to the displeasure of the Captain.

The Captain was known all across the sea’s as the man with no face, Stories would go into rumors, and rumors goes into legends. As his ship and his crew never let anyone get away when they robbed a ship. If you were one of the unlucky ones to be caught in his ‘eyes’, you’d better hope that you can swim far otherwise you’d like end up being another one of countless people who lost their battle to the man with no face. Just another soul lost to the rumors.

While the Captain is smart in many ways, no one can map out the sea’s better than Clockwork. Every new location they find, you can bet it’s being added to the great map she has plastered against the back of her office. Every single wall is covered in small maps that lead into bigger ones. Small ones containing where they’ve had little battles against unworthy foe and big ones to mark landscapes they discovered. Every map was another adventure they completed.

Nina, Jane, and Liu were known throughout the sea’s as the best cooks. Making everything from cavities inducing sweets to steaks that could a man melt.  Their meals always know how to bring the crew together and make plans for the next hunt all the greater.

Lj was the one who cheered up the crew after a long fought battle. Reminding them of how to have fun even in the darkest hour. Making sure everyone had a good laugh before heading off to the sleeping quarters for a good nights rest.

Last but not least the crews surgeon Ej. They were lucky they found him when they did. Many had infections from wounds not treated properly but they luckily found just the right man to do the job. Even if he’s only a doctor for the crew, he’s a force to be feared. Better hope your not a captive of the ship or you’ve betrayed the Captain in some way, because you won’t even be receiving health care in anyway. Doctors orders.

~~~

“Doesn’t the sea look lovely today Jane?” Nina sighed as she looked out on the sea, the sun barely rising from the distance. The smell of salt hitting her nose slightly as she watched the sun rise.

“Haha, it always looks the same. Rises at dawn and falls at dusk. Even if we see it everyday, it still is beautiful to see.” It was something so taunting about the sun so far away. What if there was another version peering back at her? Another life that seems so close and yet always out of reach. Jane wondered what went beyond the sun, but of course, she’ll never know. And she likes it that way.

“Hey! I hate to ruin the moment you guys seem to be having, but i need your guys help with the fruit, I’m just trying to finish cutting the bread.” Liu’s words ripped Jane and Nina out of their trance quickly and the moment was ruined as soon as it started.

“Yeah, no problem!” The sound of their feet was heard from underneath the deck, waking up two of the most rowdy on the ship.

“Hey, did you hear that?” The blonde had kicked the black haired man in attempts to wake him up.

“No. It’s early, go back to bed.”

“It sounded like the food was going to be done soon! Don’t you want to eat something before you continue admiring your hand work of the cannons and swords?” A smirk plastered itself on the blonde one’s face as he saw the others eye shoot open.

“Hmm, I suppose it would be good for me to eat a hearty meal before getting ready to blow some ships up. I need to be at peak performance so I can show those weaklings who’s the boss!”  The black haired man jumped from his bed before putting on everyday clothes. Gunpowder and dirt covered it all showing all his hard work.

The blonde jumped quickly too, as if to race who got ready faster. Knowing their job, they’d probably be right back down here as soon as they finished breakfast anyways. They were surprised they got a meal such as this one. The ship the robbed last night must have had some excellent cooking supplies and they taking the opportunity to use it before it perishes.

It wasn’t all bad living under everyone. They had the whole part of the ship to themselves making all the finest artillery they could muster. The sound of the cannon ball shooting out to hit its target made all their hard work worth it.

While the two down below were getting ready for the mornings meal, someone couldn’t dare eat until they knew where they should head off for the day.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m having trouble with this! We need to either find some land to get supplies or continue plundering everyone’s ships.” Clockwork didn’t mind the plundering part, it was just the constant worry that one of the other ships crew-mates would come aboard and attack/burn all the maps that were made.  Not to mention, a lot of the ships they looted were low on supplies already so she didn’t know how far until they reached the nearest land since she can’t find the map she put in this direction.

“Now there’s no need to worry. I know you worry about us and about where we’re going but trust me. As your Captain, I would never let my crew go hungry, I’d rather starve myself.” The sound of the Captain walking into her office calmed her already fried nerves. She knew the Captain was right but there was always that low chance.

“I’ll figure look at the maps and figure out which place we should head off to, run off and eat. It looks like your gonna bust a blood vessel.” Nodding her head, Clockwork moved past the Captain and walked towards the smell of food that hit her nose like cannon ball.

“I guess one bit couldn’t hurt.”

“I suggest water as well it could calm you down and prevent you from getting a headache.” 

“Oh my god! You scared me there Ej. You know for a doctor your quiet sneaky.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Have you found anything new recently or still searching?”

“Still searching.” There was something out there, something more. There had to be more knowledge out their instead of just basic first aid and how to cut a limb off if needed. He was so close to finding it he could feel it. All his days that weren’t spent in the boats ‘infirmary’ was spent in its ‘library’ which was just basically books he’d stolen from other ships and put it in his room.

When he was fixing up the ships occupants, he was in his room studying away, learning about every new thing the books had to offer. Even if he did get a little sea sick at times.

“Well, I guess we should head down. Food’s not gonna eat itself.” The two laughed before walking near the ‘kitchen’ and the food it held.

As everyone was walking towards the food, two arms grabbed a plate before anyone else could.

“Jeez Lj, there such thing as a line.” Jeff scoffed.

“Yeah and im always at the end of it. I say the clown eat’s first this time and the two gunners calm down. You always get first pick anyway. What the matter if I get first pick this time right?” The clown smiled before bringing food to his face and staring right into the other one’s soul.

“It matters cause first come first serve!”

“Yeah yeah whatever, better hurry and grab a plate cause everyone is almost done grabbing theirs.” The clown laughed as the man scrambled to get a plate before everyone ate it all.

It was fun to screw with people sometimes. While yes he made other’s laugh for their entertainment, why not make his own little show for just himself? The laughter he heard from the crew was enough to through him into his own fantasy of being a different clown. Ones that people would come to see far and wide just to see his tricks, even though he knows it’s just wishful thinking.

It all seemed down to the wire at times. sailing away from the ‘police officers’ of the sea’s. Fighting every dangerous monster in the way. Hell, sometimes they would have to dive into the deepest depths of the water to find fish and pray they don’t get nitrogen narcosis. 

Even if they wish they were somewhere else, they wouldn’t change they family they settled for anything else in the world. Their ship would stay the strongest and nothing would be able to take them down.

[shyflameweasel]

Calm before the Storm

So I guess having this poor reader endure all this is now gonna be a series I guess.

Something was happening in Nevada and whatever it was was spilling out those Things into the rest of America. At least...that’s what you thought. (A tip from that clown) You had no idea how long you were kept at the hospital, both for care and for the disappearance of seven people. There was no suspect aside from you, so what else were they going to think? (”You have evidence one” cajoling “they have to believe that.” “No they won’t” the other hissing they’ll think you’re ranting and raving, it’ll make you vulnerable. Even if they take the film only six died from the clown, while the last...” They’ve been getting louder since...)

They had you on some medication, some antibiotics for your arm and something to help you sleep at night. When you closed your eyes you could still see bloody sky’s and grey wastes. The screams and laughter bounced around your head accompanied by breaking bones and meaty rips. Iron and sickeningly sweet decay suffocated you. Clawing hands enraged faces-

Maybe it would be good to ask for something for the memories.

You had some internet access during your stay. Nobody from home had come to see you (Did they know about the case? Or did your isolation drive them away?) You had looked to see if a ‘Tricky the clown’ was real. All you got were one or two people (with arms and faces and beating hearts). You looked up ‘grunts’, and that took you nowhere helpful. ‘Gray people’ gave you aliens unsurprisingly, a few creepypastas, local legends (which led nowhere) and it trying to correct the search to ‘gay people’. (The you of before would have chuckled, the you of now can’t bring themselves to try). Anything pertaining to ‘faceless monsters’ just gave you more cryptids and creepypastas.

A part of you knew that you should of stopped. Should have just pushed aside the feelings and focused on getting better. But you couldn’t, not this time. Before no one had been harmed (lies) but now people were dead (your arm branded. You couldn’t bear to look at it) If there was a chance that more were around (they had to be) then something needed to be done.

Just when you were about to end the search for the day...you found something. Apparently, someone had sighted a similar Thing. There was no picture but their description painted the same picture of what you knew. It didn’t stop there, there were a thread of posts with sightings in different areas (towns city states some hours some days away). Some said that they saw them with a mouth, others eyes, a handful said hair, and one with a full face minus a nose. (Ones that pointed with betrayed signs, a face scrapped off to show bloodied bones, one the size of a house with nails through the head).

Some posts took them seriously, others weren’t. (Like it was all some kind of game of pretend and NOT HAVING PEOPLES LIVES ON THE LINE) Hesitantly, you leave post on the thread, ‘Has anyone been attacked or followed by them’. It takes some time but a few replies come in, saying that they’ve personally never gotten close to one but maybe someone else has. 

That left a pit in your stomach, either what happened to you was a fluke (was it?) or that more worryingly...you were the only one to survive an encounter.

You kept an eye on the thread for the next couple of days. Call it a gut feeling but...you had a feeling that if you didn’t you would regret it. (”Focus on yourself, all this worrying will just make you sicker.” “Wait and watch, these things take time and tiring yourself out before will only make it worse.”) Whatever you were waiting for came to pass as one night, a post came into the thread. Asking for help. They’d gotten to close to one of them without realizing and now was being chased.

Several more posts followed that one in quick succession. Each near illegible. The poor fool was live posting to what was going on. The results from the others were mixed, but you could tell that a lot of folks were skeptical. Maybe it was the trauma or maybe it was the desire to see that someone survived what your friends didn’t. You quickly wrote that they needed to hide, that if they didn’t have a weapon to find one. If they had any idea of their location to call someone and tell them where they were incase of the worst case scenario.

You hoped that your message didn’t get out too late.

The messages seemed to stop after that...at least from that one user. A majority thought that this was one of those alternate reality horror stories. But the minority were skeptical and worried. You watched the thread like a hawk until exhaustion took you late into the early morning. “You did your best, you got the word out.” “Sleep. if they’re still being chased then going silent draws less attention. All we can do is wait.”

And you did.

The voices offered what comfort they could as days went by. (You were honestly surprised that you hadn’t gone grey over all the stress from the last month.) It was three days after that you received a PM. It was better than you expected. The person from two days ago, beaten and bruised (broken ribs and a busted arm) was alive. The pressure in your chest lightened. They had taken your advice to hide and call for help. They’d been found but the person they called had gotten there (in time).

The words blurred and you realized you were crying. You’d cried a lot since of the beginning of this chaos (fear panic agony mind breaking madness) but this time...it was from happiness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity there was a light in this nightmare. A part of you knew this happiness wouldn’t last for long, that reality would snap back and you’d worry again about the them again. 

Something was happening in Nevada but for right now, right now you would take what joy you could get.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Mate don't apologise I am HAPPY to see your ideas!

The idea of him slipping up and revealing things he shouldn't know *is* a cool idea, but one that I think would be difficult to justify? To such an extent that it would tip the others off that something was wrong at least but it could be done! I'm personally stuck on the idea of him thinking he's revealed stuff and that the jig is up but all he does is further the misunderstanding!

Ben is familiar with the N64 and (in some versions if I'm remembering right) the ds (3ds?) adaptation of Majoras Mask and died not long after whichever ds version came out so he wouldn't have much knowledge of anything after Wind Waker (and at MOST Spirit tracks for the ds bc I can't remember the release date) and at a stretch Skyward sword given the 2 games were wii releases and the wii predates some of the versions of majora the creepy pasta says he haunts.

So he isn't going to have info on say Breath of the Wild, Twilight princess or hell Hyrule warriors. This does of course have a bit of irony as the existence of Hyrule warriors (the first one, not age of calamity) us going to prevent BEN from blowing his cover and his lack of knowledge surrounding the events of the game wil only help him.

Warriors is of course, the Link from Hyrule Warriors and one of the companions you can have in game is young link - aka Majoras mask/ocarina of time Link. And depending on what difficulty you play on when characters die in the field you can simply have them come back easy peasy with no consequences.

Now wouldn't the angst of the ghost of a kid who died in a timeloop of never ending death getting stuck being rewritten like a save file by the ghosts of his soul in a timeline where he won who keep dying and coming back and dying and coming back over and over again, be absolutely delicious? And, explain why BEN aka sprite would only have limited knowledge that was spotty at best and why he's so convinced he's in some kind of game where when he does something wrong everything restarts? Because he's a ghost made up of thousands of shards of the same soul ripped out and seen back in on repeat until the boy that died in Termia and the ones that died in the battle for hyrule can't quite fit together perfectly anymore.

Saying that, as I said you can work your way with these factors into having people realise BEN isn't who they THINK he is. But again I'd take everything here into account and the idea of 'he just makes the misunderstanding worse'.

And I'd do that by having BEN make reference to fellow creepypastas, but as he's trying to NOT blow his cover he calls them friends.

And these friends do NOT sound like the fairies or Korok children that Time remembers -which of course given that BEN/sprite is being so casual and specific about this means there's a difference in timeline they all hadn't expected. Perhaps THIS Time/sprite grew up without the great deku tree and so they're still majoras mask (obviously the chain wouldn't differentiate themselves that way but for reader simplicity and all that) links but how they ended up on their quest is fundamentally different. Hence why he lost/failed bc this Link had never had Navi?

But that can't be right because he MENTIONED Navi by name didn't he? So maybe he still lived with thr Korok children and the deku tree but having friends outside of the forest made it so the hero had too many attachments?

So they start asking about these friends, BEN/sprite gets this weird look about him when he tries to say their names so they don't ask for names because clearly SOMETHING is stopping him from saying them, but he seems to be mostly capable of talking ABOUT them. So they learn about the boy who's *always* smiling but he looks a bit weird and he's good with a blade and wears a hood. (Jeff but I propose the chain think it's Tinkle aka a remnant from a death in the battle for hyrule.) I haven't got my copy of Hyrule Warriors to hand rn as I've just got off work but more in that vein ya know?

So the chain gets the gist that oh, this kid isn't just young time who DIED, this is an amalgamate of all the Times who died young condensed into one kid who can't differentiate from incorrectly acquired memories and reality. And going off of the idea mentioned earlier in the thread of BEN being all starry eyed for Time I think BEN slips up and reinforces his place in the chain bc he thinks he's disappointed Time.

Big blow up reveal is what I'm talking about that backfires into more misunderstandings and BEN having no guckimg clue how he's managed to come out of this in better shape than he started.

I'm thinking say, like the little drabble I did above, there's a fight. It ends badly, all bloody and gorey. But this time, someone got hurt because of BEN's onetrack murder mind. Let's say Four? Just to pick a random member of the Chain.

So yeah, Fours hurt badly and everyone is trying to help him and BEN is just standing there because what does he do? What CAN he do? These guys aren't like the proxies, these guys are bleeding and yeah they've been hurt before but not like THIS. Why isn't everyone walking it off like they usually do?

And Time starts shouting, because he's frustrated because he *knows* he was just like this fresh out of Termia but he has told this kid who knows how many times and now somebody has gotten hurt and for Hylia's sake KID LOOK EHAT YOUVE DONE-

And it devolves into a screeching match. Time starts nitpicking, things he doesn't actually care about but are blood boiling now that he's angry, he digs at wounds that only he knows are there but mirror BENs so well they're hitting irregardless. It culminates in Time saying something along the lines of "didn't you learn your lesson when you died and stayed dead!? Life isn't a game, you can't just stop playing and have everyone go back to normal!?"

And BEN, forever what 14?, reacts as you expect of a 14 year old boy who's so stressed and high strung he has to absail down he starts screeching back. He probably starts glitching during the argument as it becomes harder to remain corporeal and he's digging at things he's picked up about Timr over the journey (perhaps he says how he's a bad husband to Marlon, says that maybe hed have been better off dying in Termia and that way Twilight would never have to deal with his 'shitty' excuse for mentorship) and he digs into termia as well -says that Time has no right to care about what HE does or doesn't do in regards to others because when was the last time Time even thought about any of the people of Termia, when was the last time Time had ever cared to think about Tatl or Navi? Until eventually he slips up.

In a good way.

Because he yells "I'm sorry I'm not YOU-that I'm just some cheap imitation of a dead boy who can't even pretend right!"

And yeah he's let slip he isn't actually Link, he's just some dead kid who LARP'd too close to the sun all that. However the chain take it to mean BEN/sprite is such a jumbled up mess that he's been trying to pretend to act how he thinks Time used to act because his head is that messed up he can't tell which memories are actually HIS and which are the memories of another him.

I was initially going to call this an unhinged idea, but honestly I think this is the most hinged idea i've had in a while!

Linked Universe/Links Meet AU where the creepypasta Ben Drowned gets thrown in. This is purely for shits and giggles because, look let me explain.

Linked Universe keeps to a pretty linear set of requirements right? The heroes appear at the age they were ending their journeys - with the exception of time but that's you know due to needing his design to fit the whole 'this is a man whos age is incomprehensible' aspect of his character- so some of them are younger. With the common consensus being that Wind is post Wind Waker but perhaps not post spirit tracks and phantom hourglass (+hyrule warriors) for example.

So it's not like Ben Drowned would appear too young - in the og creepy pasta he's like what 14? And listen, most links meet/Linked Universe fan canon revolves around them knowing they come from one timeline that diverged and that there is at *least* one failed timeline and that Time failed as a child in one of them!

So what I'm presenting is this;

Ben Drowned somehow gets pulled into the whole LU stuff looking as he does; but like he's cautious since he's not anywhere he recognises and weird portal shit is not uncommon given his wheelhouse but usually he recognises them you know?

The other links turn up and woah, new Link? They call out the name and Ben Drowned knows that isn't his name but you know he does *look* like Link so he reacts to the name and the Chain come face to face with this horrific visage of what is obviously a dead child - and Time comes face to face with well his own face. And Warriors gets the wind punched out of him because that's *Sprite* that's his little brother and he looks so lost, not really scared but so horrifically confused and even the master sword doesn't know what to make of him.

Fi says he's dead, he's not one of her heroes, he's not a hero of courage.

And the Chain assume it's because he's a failed hero of courage.

I don't have much else of an idea, i just thought the idea of horror story ben drowned just doing creepypasta shit and the Chain being like 'damn we've got the cursed spirit of one of our team mates from a timeline where he literally died as a kid. Shit's wild.'

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Hi! I would like a Romantic and NSFW creepypasta matchup please!

My names Kat. Im 19, going to be 20 on Feb 19th, so im a Pisces/Aquarius cusp. Im Nonbinary (she/they) and Bisexual (male-leaning). My clothing style is basically 90's grunge. Fishnets, ripped jeans, band tees/graphic tees, sneakers or combat boots, dark lipstick, etc. I have pixie-cut hair that is currently blonde but it changes every few months so idk what itll be next lol. My hobbies are collecting crystals, drawing, watching youtube, and playing my PS4. I am an ambivert. I love moths and the nighttime, but I hate thunderstorms and loud noises. I have DID, PTSD, ADHD, anxiety and depression. Types of people I like are typically the "mom-friends" because i dissociate a lot or if i switch and my little alter comes out, the mom-friend takes care of me and keeps my System safe. I also like funny people and just overall caring people. I hate people who manipulate others or gaslight, and people who complain all the time.

Thank you!

Thanks for requesting! I hope you're doing well.

|| I match you with: Ticci Toby! ||

I feel like I'm matching this man with too many people but like, come on, he's so sweet and caring in my creeps world, I just cant help it when he's compatible with a bunch of yall.

First of all he lovesss your grunge style and thinks it's super badass, and he enjoys looking at all the different styles you try out with your hair and stuff. He would probably have you get his hair dyed just to see how it feels. Toby would also enjoy seeing your crystal collection and your art, since he wants to learn how to draw since a lot of the creeps like drawing and feel like he's, out of place.

Toby's also an ambivert, so if you're ever feeling social he doesn't mind hanging with you around other people until his people switch goes off and he wants to go home already. Toby will make sure to keep you close to him and be there for you if there's a thunderstorm or if the other creeps are being really loud, he doesn't want you to be scared off. If you're ever having an episode or you're dissociating, he'll be there for u and take care of you, and help you calm down and makes sure you won't get yourself into a bad situation that you wouldn't be able to get out of.

He's not usually a mom friend to the other creeps but that's just because he doesn't care about many of them on a personal level, but he cares about you a lot so he'd definitely take care of you when he can, but remember this boi suffers from things too so you gotta be there for him in return. But his love is unconditional, and he's pretty funny in my opinion so if you're just feeling sad he'd try to laugh his way to your heart, but if you're having a breakdown he'll take it very seriously and not crack jokes. He knows how it feels to be in that situation and knows to not take it lightly, and if he sees someone trying to manipulate or gaslight he would just pull you away from them and you know, talk, to them.

NSFW:

Toby can be kind of shy when it comes to sex, but one he gets really into it he's definitely like a whole other person. He's not sure about degrading but if you really want him to then he will, but otherwise he's just fine with adapting to all your kinks. If he was busy and you came into the room he'd sit you right on his dick and just, keep you there, as he worked. And he wouldn't mind you calling him daddy and asking him to fuck you up.

He's definitely big on praising and would praise you for ages, especially if you're ever riding him or you're cockwarming him at his desk like in the above paragraph. He'd also bite you along your neck and collar bone, you'd have to stop him from wanting to bite every part of your body because this man can get out of control, istg.

I hope this was good enough! I just woke up soo.. yeah, but I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day/night!

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#5

This is kind of my first time requesting here- but can I request jealous Toby nsfw hcs? (Feel free to ignore this, I don't wanna make you do something that makes you uncomfortable-)

Jealous Toby NSFW

if you are a minor, DNI

I feel like in general, Toby has a lot of jealousy issues to work through.

So jealous sex happens A LOT.

If someone so much as looks at you with romantic intent? He's going to bust.

seriously, he's going to hiss at the person flirting with you, classily tell them to fuck off and then drag you off to the backroom or something where only HE can see you and him alone.

"You're mind and no one else's" energy.

Grabs your face and hotly kisses you because your lips are his and his alone.

He's just really, really rough.

Like, jealous sex is the only time Toby is a bit of a rough dom.

He's going to push your head down and mouth fuck you.

It's so impatient. Normally, Toby has infinite patience but he just drives you to your knees, forces your mouth open and then stuffs it full of his cock.

In and out, throaty, guttural moans as he takes you and reminds you that you are his and his alone.

His hand plants onto your scalp and he just uses you.

You better not touch yourself either he's gonna get mad and then later, not let you cum lmfao.

He cums in your mouth! Lots of "f-fucking take i-it you g-g-goddamn whore."

"E-Every last d-drop."

Then he just picks you up, plants you on the nearest surface and rips your pants off. You've probably soaked through them.

He will eat your pussy/suck your dick for only a moment. He works you so hard you almost break.

He won't let you cum though not until he's balls deep inside of you.

Makes you spread impossibly wide, spits on his dick and then buries himself in, not caring if you need time to adjust.

Please claw him up when this happens. He loves your nails raking over his skin, leaving little crescent shapes and the like.

Toby will mark you SO SO MUCH.

Bites and kisses, his bruises, all over your arms and legs, your chest, everywhere.

He just ruts into you, making sure you feel every inch of him as he fucks you senseless.

Ofc, he's going to say things like "mine" and "how fucking dare you even think about another person"

He's probably gonna go into some weird breeding kink/cum stuffing thing too.

If you're afab it's going to be "I'm gonna l-lock you s-so good and you w-won't have a c-chance to l-leave."

If you're amab, it's going to be "I'm g-gonna stuff you u-until you're i-i-mpossibly f-full, b-baby."

You just gotta accept you're becoming his cum dump for the night.

His hips are going to slam against you until you can't breathe right.

Toby will always remind you that you are his and his alone.

He's good at aftercare though so like -- probably apologies for his behavior.

Sweet, loving sex is a bit thing after/whenever your body is ready again.

465 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 22:05:36 GMT

#4

Kinktober Day 29: Size Difference

Eyeless Jack X GN!Reader afab

[Warnings: size kink, rough sex, marking, knotted dick/knotting, creampie/breeding, if you are a minor DNI]

[AN: RIP that pussy ay- I’m serious go visit the infirmary. 1561 words <3]

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Your breath is lodged in your throat, almost suffocating you as Jack’s clawed hand presses the back of your head into the grass. It’s freshly rained, that much you can feel. Your knees and hands dig into the earth as he pants over you. He’s clearly not all there, that much you can tell.

He’s in rut, of course. Like a mindless animal, there’s one thing on his mind and it’s breeding. When he’s like this, he forgets how much bigger than you he is. Standing upright, Jack is easily over 7’ tall, muscular, and could kill you with a single touch.

You’re almost certain he might crack your skull open as he holds you flush against the grass, the soft blades tickling your face. Your hips sway slightly as his fingers prod your pussy lips, feeling the softness that is your body. The head of his cock gives off a slight heat and you’re begging for him to fill you.

“Jack,” you mumble, attempting to not swallow the dirt as you speak.

He growls at you as his claws dig into the earth around your head. He’s much bigger than you, easily capable of crushing you if you test him too much. He leans over you, his heat blanketing you. He’s so much warmer than he normally is. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he lines up with you.

It feels like there’s a monster about to push into you. Jack has never been an easy fit - he’s huge. There’s no denying that. And while you aren’t necessarily the shortest person on the planet, everyone pales in comparison to Jack’s size. It’s almost comical, the way he towers over you.

You feel so fragile and small beneath him.

You gasp when he finally pushes the head in, not even bothering to warm you up any further. You brace against the earth as he splits you open, further and further, past what you think you’re capable of. The ridges of his cock slide against your walls almost painfully, and from what you can see as he pushes in deeper? There’s a bulge in your lower abdomen.

You also catch sight of his knot. It’s rather girthy and you assume it’s like the size of your thigh or that adjacent. It’s not a bad guess. Up until now, Jac has restrained himself from heats with you. He’s always claimed not wanting to hurt you - that you couldn’t handle it. But, he’s not all here right now, and you can tell he’s shoving that thing inside of you one way or another.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes the monstrous girth in even further, the tip finally brushing your cervix and pushing on it. It’s almost painful, but you mind your breathing and it ebbs away to discomfort before a dull, slowly thrumming pleasure. You tense your muscles as he finally bottoms out to his knot. How the fuck is that going to fit inside of you? You bite your lip as his hand finally leaves the back of your head, allowing you to lift your face from the ground.

He’s still panting. Jack’s teeth are grit as he rolls his hips upwards, his knot pressed against your pussy. He can feel the slick that’s beginning to gush around him, and it makes him wild. He bites into your shoulder lightly - it’s not enough to draw blood - but it’s enough to make you squeak. He feels you constrict around him.

That’s all it takes. A snarl rips from Jack’s throat as he drags his hips backwards before thrusting back in. He doesn’t care about the pace, and for a moment or two, you’re confused on how he’s working before he evens out. It’s a fast, almost unforgiving pace. Doesn’t seem like he's in the mood to edge you right now.

The breath that was lodged in your throat rips free in the form of loud moans from the feeling of him sliding thickly in and out of you.

Jack bites down harder on your shoulder before releasing. He begins to bite down on you at random, leaving dark marks on your body as he does so. The marks litter your shoulders, neck and upper back. His warm breath fans over your skin as he does so, his teeth feeling sharp and shark-like. His hips are slamming hard against you, and with it, his balls smack against your clit, adding to the pleasure.

Your moans are accented by his powerful thrusts. Your clit feels overworked as he rams into you, and you can’t help but fall against the earth and take everything he has to offer. You moan, gripping the grass, desperate for anything to ground you as he drives into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” you mewl out like a mantra as you ever so lightly bounce back to meet his rough thrusts. Your eyes are only partly opened as your mind gets lost further and further in the pleasure.

Your body wants to crumble under the weight of him. You wouldn’t mind if it did. He leaves a particularly harsh mark on your throat and you scream.

The sound makes him even more feral. Jack laughs - it’s the most human he’s sounded since this whole thing began - and slows his thrusts to something more powerful. His knot is getting closer and closer to pushing into your abused, puffy pussy. He wants to breed you, and you’re sure if he was still mentally all there, he’d be incoherently babbling about.

You hate to admit how close you are as he thrusts into you. Your pussy is gushing around him. You’re pulsing, body shaking and trembling from the sheer force and the overstimulation of his balls hitting against your clit. The scent of the grass and Jack’s otherworldly nature fill your nose as your head flies higher and higher. You squeeze around him, your pussy molding to feel ever ridge and curve. “Fucking fill me,” you beg, grinding your ass against him.

He hums softly, the growl leaving his lips for just a moment as he pulls his hips back. Jack thrusts forwards, his knot finally pushing past your lips. It gets stuck for a moment, almost as if you can’t handle it. His fingers travel down the curve of your ass to your lips where he pushes them to the side. Slowly, he swivels back and forth before finally popping the thick, girthy knot inside.

A hot mixture of pain and pleasure falls over your entire body as you find yourself stretched in a way you didn’t think was possible. You cry out, tears beading in your eyes before they stream down your face as your pussy swallows him whole. You feel so impossibly full, and the mere feeling of his full length inside of you renders you unable to move. You continue to cry out as the pain subsides to pleasure as he bounces you against his thighs.

Your release comes in the form of electricity that spreads from your dripping pussy and across your body almost painfully. Your mouth hangs open as he pushes the knot in even deeper as you pulse around him. Your pussy flutters with every touch. Your muscles ache. Eyes rolling upwards, you feel another orgasm coming on.

Jack once again blankets his form over you before biting down into your other shoulder. He pushes in as deep as he possibly can before releasing. He growls and hisses as his eyes flutter shut, squeezing while his brows furrow. One his his clawed hands digs into your waist and grips as tight as he can without breaking the skin while his other rakes through the dirt, leaving large gashes in the earth’s surface.

Warmth spreads in your lower half, filling you to the brim. He’s never filled you this much before. In fact, it’s so much that it spills out from around his cock, out your pussy and onto the ground. It’s warm, oh so warm and you can’t help but release more slick again around it.

Your body feels like jell-o as he ruts into you a few more times, trying to really, really hammer home the point of breeding.

The two of you pant at a loss for words. You don’t think you could form them even if you want to. Your pussy is still vice gripping his knot, body almost filled to the brim from the sheer amount he’s unloaded inside of you. You attempt to move, but he’s still hanging over you. “Jack,” you whisper, slowly finding your voice. “I need to get up.”

He makes a sound of disapproval before slowly hoisting himself up and over you so you can shakily get up on all fours. He watches your mark laden form.

You sigh dreamily as his cock twitches and floods your pussy with his cum again. It’s going to be like this all week, huh?

Jack answers your thought by grabbing your hips with his large hands, twisting you carefully over him before letting you fall back to the earth. You’re still very much connected by his knot, but you’re looking up at him now. Your legs are spread wide for him, eyes starry as the massive demon grins at you.

He sharply rolls his hips forwards, and you feel the pleasure build up once more.

544 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 19:48:42 GMT

#3

hc’s for when s/o returns after a year or so and the creepypasta confesses their love for them, preferably with jeff, toby, BEN (and if im allowed hoodie) please <3 i dont mind whether you make this sfw🥺or nsfw😩

Jeff, Toby, BEN and Hoodie with a SO that Returns After A Long Time

Jeff:

His heart stops.

Is he really seeing you right now?

Jeff often doesn't show "softer" emotions, but when he sees you, he just takes a few steps up to you, looking you up and down.

He's not sure if you're a ghost or not but you take his hands into yours.

"I'm back," you say, a small smile on your face.

Jeff is floored. You feel so warm and he cannot BELIEVE you're holding him right now.

The man doesn't even think, just presses his lips to yours, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you into him.

Looks like he beat you to it, he loves you too.

It's just bliss as he spins you in his arms, breaking with a laugh.

He's never been this happy before.

When you pull away, there are stars in both of your eyes.

"I never thought you'd-" you begin, but he cuts you off by shaking his head.

"I can't believe you," he giggles before cupping your face in his hands.

You tilt your head to the side.

"I already loved you."

Toby:

He blinks a few times, not really believing that you're back.

When you left, you took a part of him with you.

Granted, the two of you aren't in a relationship, but it still hurt him all the same.

"R-Reader," he breathes out, standing up to meet you half way.

"Hey, Tobes," you smile softly back. "It's really good to see you-"

You're cut off by Toby hugging you, looping you into his arms.

"I-I missed you s-s-so much," he mumbles as he hugs you tighter.

You laugh and hug him back, just burying your face into his chest.

"Gods, I love you so much," you whisper.

Toby freezes. "W-What?"

You feel your face light up with heat. "My bad," you begin apologizing before he cuts you off, a loud laugh bubbling up from his throat.

Toby spins you in his arms. "I love you too!"

It's all he ever says now.

BEN:

BEN has admittedly kept tabs on you, but over your absence, but over the year, he's slipped off.

So when he comes back to his home and sees you sitting on his chair, waiting for him, his heart stops.

"What are you doing here?" He sounds surprised.

You tilt your head to the side and laugh. "That's what you're gonna say to me?" You blow a raspberry. "My best friend sucks."

BEN blushes and shakes his head. "Not like that I'm just-," he scratches the back of his neck. "Where have you been?" He takes a seat next to you. "I really missed you."

Your hand reaches for his and you rub your thumb against he back of it. "I'm sorry."

BEN laughs and gets comfortable in your presence again - mostly by flopping onto his bed. "You're so lucky I love you," he mumbles.

You double take. "What?"

BEN opens one of his eyes and smirks at you before he gestures for you to join him. He's admittedly not over how you're suddenly just... here again.

You lay down next to him.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"Yeah, and you?"

BEN presses his lips to the side of your head. "Get some rest."

You roll your eyes. "You're so lucky I love you."

His heart flutters.

Hoodie:

You being going for about a year or so didn't actually affect him.

Or so everyone thought.

Internally, Hoodie was a MESS without you around.

He wanted to make sure you were safe, and cared for, and you being gone just??? Send his emotions for a whirl.

So when he finally sees you again, butterflies fill his stomach.

He honestly forgets how to breathe.

"Hoodie," you begin, finally looking up at him for the first time in about a year.

"Reader," he replies, finally finding his voice.

You're about to start rattling into excuses when he wraps his arms around you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

He doesn't say anything, but he hugs you tighter, finally able to take in your scent again. You smell familiar and like home.

You weren't expecting that from him!

"So you just wrap your arms around him tighter.

No words need to be said, you know that you love each other.

581 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 01:25:11 GMT

#2

Hi! Could I request a EJ x Reader scenario where the reader is a proxy and got injured on a mission? So after she gets back she has to go to Jack to get patched up, but the injuries are both around her thighs and torso, so she has to be mostly naked. Its already quite awkward, but the Reader has a huge crush on Jack so it’s even more so, and it’s really obvious as he works on her. This could end with just playful teasing or something NSFW, whatever you’re inspired to do :D Thank you for your time!

Good Girls Deserve Treats

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: creampie, knotted dick, language, marking, it’s actually not that rough and pretty ooc for how I normally write EJ. If you are a minor, DNI]

[AN: Hi love bug, so I ended up writing something immensely similar to this exact prompt a little while ago. I'll link it down below. I just decided to barrel straight into the NSFW bc for some ungodly reason, I’m horny and this is what I choose to write. ALSO it's 2.4K words.]

Part 1

“You handled that pretty well,” Jack begins, his clawed thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh ever so slightly. “All things considered,” he finishes with a chuckle. His face draws a little nearer to yours, and heat ignites on your face.

You bashfully look away, almost all too aware of how his touch runs electricity on your skin and how… undressed you actually are in the moment.

“Did you want me to check your abdomen?” He hums, his hand tracing up your thigh and to the hem of your torn shirt. In the back of his mind, he thinks you could use a new one.

Your eyes fly up to his sockets, blinking a few times. “Is that necessary?”

He nods. “Just wanna make sure I’m not missing anything,” he hums, clawed fingers lacing under what could barely be considered a shirt. He glances at your face, reading you for any strong discomfort. He finds you’re just flustered.

“I-”

“Do you want me to turn around again?”

Feeling small waves of confidence, you shake your head. “Nah, it’s okay,” you say as you move your stone-like arms, fingers shakily grabbing at the bottom of your shirt.

“Mind your stitches,” he observes as you hook your fingers under, slowly pulling the shirt up and over your head.

Cold, the room is cold. A part of you is thankful you have a bra on. A slight huff leaves your lips as Jack’s hand begins to explore the soft flesh of your abdomen. Small bruises, minor cuts.

Jack tsks his tongue. “And you were gonna keep this from me?” He says with a small chuckle.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you say, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your chest defensively.

The eyeless man begins to disinfect the minor cuts, amazed that you’re not more physically hurt on the upper half after what he saw with your thigh. He works quietly and diligently, every now and then stealing glances with you and flirting through his touch alone. He hums softly as he does so, deep voice like a purr as you relax further into his touch.

And then it stops. His touch has retracted from your body and you can’t help but pout in response.

“We’re done here, sweetheart,” he jokes, once again putting his things away. “You can return to your group whenever.” He’s dangling himself in front of you like a bone in front of a hungry dog.

You take the bait. “And what if I don’t want to?” You retort, brows furrowing for a moment.

“If you don’t want to?” He grins, uncrossing his arms over his chest.

You watch as his chest rises and falls, the strings of his hoodie being coyly played with in his clawed fingers.

Jack’s lips crack upwards into a devilish smile. “Well,” he begins, sliding forward on his chair, large hands taking you by surprise as he rests them on your hips, applying just enough pressure to tell you he’s in charge. “I suppose good girls o deserve a treat.”

You practically melt at the words, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral as Jack leans forward, his lips capturing yours in an instant. Your eyes flutter shut, kissing him back almost shyly as his mouth overtakes yours. He tastes like mint and citrus.

Jack’s hands begin to roam your body, careful of your various contusions and the biggest wound on your thigh as he does so. He’s committing your form to memory should he never touch you like this again. He easily overpowers you as he kisses you, his form already domineering and overpowering enough. Jack’s ears pick up your heartbeat - you sound like a little rabbit.

He chuckles deeply into the kiss, effectively breaking it before tracing his lips to your jaw and then slowly down your neck.

Your hands fly to the back of his head. Your fingers rake through his hair, brushing against his scalp. You let out a small giggle when you hear him purr deeply against the smooth flesh of your neck, his teeth and lips nipping you ever so slightly to leave ghost-like marks. “Jack,” you mewl out as he licks your neck before latching on, sure to leave a mark.

He hums against your skin, his hand reaching up to your shoulder, gently pushing you back.

You follow his nonverbal command, form feeling like jello as you lean back on the table, eventually resting on your forearms. You watch with hazy eyes as Jack kisses your collar before moving in between your breasts. He takes in deep, dreamy breaths of your scent before nuzzling you ever so slightly - and then much stronger than you were anticipating. A squeak leaves your lips before your brow quirks up.

Sensing your confusion, Jack spares you a moment to answer. “Scenting you,” he mumbles against your chest before trailing kisses down your stomach to your pelvis. One of his hands reaches to the waistband before he remembers your stitches. “You won’t be needing these,” he thinks aloud before he snips his claw upwards, effectively ripping through the fabric.

“Jack!” You giggle. “I need those.”

“I’ll get you more,” he brushes off. He repeats the motion and your underwear falls down, the pieces now useless. He tosses them out of the way, finally able to take in the scent of your sex in full. He has to stop himself from fully burying in right then and there. His fingers trace down your non-injured thigh, gently tracing small shapes before his lips join in the equation. Jack’s breath is warm against your thigh as he presses delicate kisses, his slightly chapped lips making you mewl at the contact.

Your fingers go back to lovingly raking through his hair as he finally opens his mouth, three tongues curling out. You’ve seen his tongues before - mostly when he’s actually eating - but seeing them in context like this makes you unbearably hot. You arch your back when one of them finds their way to your clit, immediately assaulting the pearl with stimulation as the other begins to trace your puffy, aroused lips. You grip his hair and Jack laughs.

He half lids his eyes as the third tongue traces your slit before slowly diving in, deliciously curling and twisting inside of your heated pussy, his lips adding the extra push.

Your thighs tense on instinct as he does so, eyes slowly closing in the budding pleasure. You rake your fingers through his hair even harder as he begins to pick up the pace, breathy moans and sighs exiting your lips like hymns as he does so. “Oh my gods,” you whisper as he curls around your clit in the way that has you seeing stars.

Jack grins and slowly adds his fingers into the equation. They curl upwards, claws so delicate and careful to not cut you as he rubs and traces your walls as his tongue fucks you.

The thigh that isn’t injured tenses, leg curling around his back and heel digging into him. You want him even closer to you. You can feel your pussy throb as his tongue thrusts deeper into you, wiggling and twisting as it does so. He feels so warm! How is that possible? You bite your lip, lust clouding your vision as the hand that’s not buried in your pussy snakes under your thigh and to your abdomen, ensuring you won’t buck at him.

Still, you lightly buck anyways, unable to resist the pleasure. You’re getting close, oh so close. A part of you wishes you’d last longer, but hey, being a proxy isn’t easy and it’s not like you have the time to get fucked - at least, not in the way you’d like to be.

Sensing that you’re close, Jack begins to slowly retreat himself from your soaking pussy. The best part? You’re so drunk off his touch that you don’t even realize it until it’s too late. You narrow your eyes, pouting at him with a fury burning in those beautiful irises when you realize he’s not doing anything to you. “You’re such a jerk,” you hiss.

He feigns being offended. It’s his smile that gives it away. “Awh, I thought you deserved something better,” he begins, slowly standing up, “something bigger,” he continues, undoing the belt on his pants, “something more fulfilling.” He drops his pants and you see it. Granted, his hand is wrapped around it, but your jaw falls open regardless. Jack’s cock is, for lack of better words, huge. Thick, strangely beautiful with the gradient he’s got going on and the specks that look like stars to match it, and topped - bottomed? Off with a knot. A huge knot that you’re not even sure you can take.

Jack laughs in a condescending tone as he rubs it a few times, breathy sighs pouring from his lips as he does so. He steps closer to you, and with the close proximity, you’re able to see he’s got piercings.

“You still want my mouth?”

You shake your head, legs spreading for him on instinct.

Jack laughs. He genuinely laughs. He whistles lowly when he sees he’s where he wants to be - still not fully erect - and places his hands on your hips, still mindful of your thigh. He moves his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock getting coated with your slick as he does so.

You hiss slightly when you feel the cold bite of metal, melting when it warms up with your body. “Please,” you murmur as his grip tightens on you ever so slightly. “Just stuff it in me.”

Jack hums thoughtfully. “Are you sure, baby?” He asks in that same sickly sweet condescending tone. “Because if you are…”

The breath gets stolen from your lungs as he pulls your body forward, suddenly pushing his thick cock into your pulsing pussy. You feel every inch of him as it drags against your walls, filling you to your brim. The ladder piercings, cold as they are, add to the bite of pleasure and electricity that vibes throughout your system. Your head falls back on instinct, toes curling and muscles tensing as he hilts inside of you up to his knot.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, heart thumping in your chest like a jackhammer.

“I know,” he coos, leaning down to drape over your form.One of his hands leaves the grip on your hip to caress your cheek. “Good girl,” he compliments, slowly beginning to thrust into you. His cock, which had only been somewhat erect, began to grow harder inside of you.

The feeling of him swelling and hardening inside of you makes you mewl, back arching ever so slightly as he begins to pick up the pace. You almost whine as his hand leaves your face, but when it traces down your side to your clit, all complaints exit your head.

Jack’s lips fly back to your shoulder and neck as he begins to rut into you, his hand rubbing circles on your clit as he does so. He’s trying so hard to not destroy you - doesn’t want you popping anything. He growls deeply against you, teeth biting at your shoulder as he ruts in harder, the slick sounds of your pussy squeezing around his cock making him feel lighter than air.

You pull both at his hair and dig your nails into the back of his hoodie as he fucks you harder, your good leg once again hooking into his waist, heel digging in and pushing along with him. You can feel his thick knot come dangerously close to being buried inside of you, and you wonder if you can handle it in the moment. “Fuck,” you breathe out, pussy gradually becoming raw under his rough touch. “Knot,” you manage to choke out as it catches closer and closer.

“What was that?” Jack gruffly rasps against your skin before attacking your neck in kisses, attempting to mark you as his and smothering you in his scent. The sound of meaty thrusts and skin slapping on skin filling his clinical room, the sound bouncing and echoing sharply.

“I want-” you gasp when he pinches your clit between his fingers, “I want your knot!” You wisp out, hand gripping the back of his hoodie so strongly it might cramp.

Jack giggles against your skin, rolling his hips powerfully against you. “Can you even handle that?” He muses, pounding into you. He groans deeply when you constrict around him.

You grin up at him, legs spreading even wider as an invitation for him to claim you. “Why don’t you find out?”

Jack’s eyes widen for a moment before he severely picks up the pace, essentially fucking your brains out. You barely have the time to breathe as he works your clit raw, the fluids between your legs gushing like a waterfall as he roughly pounds into you, his knot coming closer and closer to getting swallowed whole by you. He’s cursing now, whispering under his breath in a language you can’t understand, eyes half lidded in the pleasure as he suddenly backs up to just his tip.

A loud cry rips free from your throat as Jack slams back in, his knot briefly catching as your abused entrance before he pushes in, rolling his hips forwards.

Tears well in your eyes from the sheer size and overstimulation of it all, and you can’t help but seek physical comfort in him by curling against his chest. Your body, pushed to its limit, finally lets go. The coil in your stomach, the heat that’s been burning inside of you - it all spills over and boils, burning, spewing its warmth across your body like white hot electricity, dripping over your exhausted limbs like rushing lava. You grit your teeth as your pussy throbs around him, and cling to him like your life depends on it.

Jack posessively bites into your shoulder, his hand pressing down on your clit as receives you, still rolling and rutting into you. He bites down just a little harder, teeth dangerously close to drawing blood as he pushes into you as deep as he can, thick, warm ropes of cum rushing into your body. He growls as he does so, fighting the urge to snarl as he thrusts a a few more harsh times before finally stilling against you.

You pant heavily as Jack’s cock weeps cum into you, your body feeling fuller and fuller by the moment.

Jack is panting as well, slowly unlatching from your shoulder. “You okay?” He asks, finally coming down to his senses, kitten like licks coming from his mouth to wipe away your tears of overstimulation.

You wrap your arms around him, lovingly threading through his hair. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you giggle before pulling him down for another kiss.

Jack smiles, his form warmly draping over you like a blanket.

"Was I a good girl?" You ask in a small hum as Jack slowly begins to leave your stuffed pussy.

Jack breathes out deeply, lips still curled up into a smile. "Absolutely."

588 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 07:21:41 GMT

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Elsie's Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

Howdy love bugs and cowfolks, we're coming up to kinktober so it's about time I hopped on this line. This is my first kinktober so uh, time to expand my horizons.

Everything on this list is subject to change should I feel it necessary.

October 1st - 7th: A Mix of Everything and Anything

1. Sal Fisher - Praise Kink

2. Dr. Django Bridge - Thigh Riding

3. BEN Drowned - Remote Controlled Vibrator

4. Dr. Benjamin Kondraki - Mating Press

5. Larry Johnson - Overstimulation

6. Dr. Alto Clef - Phone Sex

7. Ticci Toby - Mommy Kink

October 8th - 14th: Creepypasta

8. Jason the Toymaker - Primal Play (Request)

9. Kate the Chaser - Blindfold (Request)

10. Ruth Min (Original Character) - Uniform Kink (Request)

11. Jeff the Killer - Bloodplay

12. Laughing Jack - Cockwarming

13. Jane the Killer - 34 + 35 = 69

14. Slender Man - Tentacles (im sorry it was too easy)

October 15th - 21st: Marble Hornets

15. Brian Thomas - Squirting (Request)

16. Tim Wright/Masky - Exhibitionism (Request)

17. Brian Thomas/Hoodie - Hate Sex (Request)

18. Brian Thomas - Pet Play

19. Alex Kralie - Quickie

20. Brian Thomas - Sex Pollen

21. Tim Wright - A/B/O

October 22nd - 28th: A Mix of Everything and Anything Part 2

22. Dr. Alto Clef - Marking (Request)

23. Larry Johnson - Wax Play (Request)

24. Darkwood Wolfman - Brat Taming

25. Pennywise - Degradation

26. SCP 049 - Corruption Kink

27. SCP 035 - Daddy Kink

28. SCP 173 - Orgasm Denial

October 29th - 31st: A Mix of Everything and Anything Part 3

29. Eyeless Jack - Size Difference

30. Darkwood Wolfman - Shape Shifting (Request)

31. Pennywise - Oviposition

Lots of love to you, and have fun <3

Updated on Oct 11th, there are some other fics for the days of Oct 25, 27, and 28 on my AO3. Will link here when they come up.

Oct 31st Update: the alternate Fics for the 25th, 27th and 28th will get posted when they get posted lmfao. I’ll still post the links here though <3

713 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 04:32:35 GMT

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[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"

[miscellaneous--bones]

scar map for ray! and also freckles, technically. shes gotten MOST of them from different fanfics i've put her in (she plays y/n sometimes, especially in shit like creepypasta or undertale, etc) im gonna put some close ups under the cut as well as explanations from where they came from kinda :) (tw for semi-detailed talks of various injuries and maybe body horror and/or gore? also self harm a lil bit)

lets start from the back! a couple of these i'll talk about in the front, but lets see what i can get to here :)

the big sun one is technically a tattoo, Lue has one too! it was just for fun :)

uhhh the one right down the middle is from a time someone dragged a knife down her back? i dont remember if this happened in a fic, but it happened regardless from one of her crazy adventures.

the ones on her shoulder blades(?) are from the multiple fics where the reader has wings and has them cut or ripped off- and if not that its from when she's shapeshifted wings for herself? i posted a lil comic about that once you should be able to check her tag or something. but yeah! somethin' like that.

the big one on her lower back is from an onward fic where she fell through the floor and got like. stabbed by a giant plank of wood, and i distinctly remember this one because it was one of the first times i'd used the idea that she can ''recharge'' or heal in sunlight :)

the little scratches- any little scratches honestly- are either from various fights shes been in, animals that have attacked her, or maybe even just herself, honestly lmao, shes usually careful but her claws are sharp haha

rspeaking of, the one on hr

uhhh the big one on her chest! she got that one from the multiple times shes been stabbed in the chest (thats. SUCH a common place of injury in fanfic actually??) the most recent i think is from [this sans/reader fic] that i've been reading for the past while its rlly good u should check it out :)

the one down the middle (from her chest to below her belly button? u cant see it too well cuz of the chest one but its from this one really gorey creepy ass MTT/reader on ao3 where the y/n was like. disected??? idk but she got her HEART ripped out and shit, it was weird, but it stuck w/ me so its been one of her scars for however long

the one under her left boob is another stab wound from... i think? tmnt? i forget if it was tmnt or creepypasta, but im pretty sure creepypasta usually does stuff lower.

speaking of, the one on her right side is from a couple different times she was stabbed in creepypasta (mostly by jeff, probably) it doubles as where she was hurt by the wood in the onward thing

the one on her right shoulder and the two scratches are from her own lil adventures, especially the one on her shoulder its another one of those common injury scar things.

you can only kind of see it but the little one on her left side is from where she had one of her kidneys stolen by eyeless jack in creepypasta, because of course thats happened before, cmon now. its regenerated by now, but the scar persists none the less.

the one her thigh and the one on her shoulder are both from creepypasta fics, both were jeff x readers i think? the one on her shoulder she got at the same time she was stabbed in the side i think, it was from this scene were fuckin, jeff was goin' nutts and attacked her or something? and the one on her thigh was just another common-injury scar from that fandom idk

uhh the two bite marks were from when she was attacked by either one of the creepypastas that have sharp teeth or it was some kind of monster from somwhere idk they aren't from fics i dont think tho

and then the self harm scars is because of how often the author writes y/n as depressed (usually as a vent or something) and therefore the y/n may cut and its usually hurt/comfort or something similar. i figure a few are from herself too, because of common injury OR because she was kind of experimenting with pain and getting hurt and sharp things when she was first getting used to haveing a Body and the likes

and then these three!

the mouth one is from a jeff x reader where jeff cuts a smile in the reader's face. i didn't wanna give her the full smile because of recognizability, but i figured she could have little ones at the corner of her mouth instead.

the one around her leg is from a bear trap, it wasn't in a fic i just figure yeah she probably got caught in one at some point, thats just a ray thing to do

aaand the last one is from [aNOTHER jeff x reader] by @/littlebitoffanfic (they're work is just really good anyway) where the reader gets hurt and the jeff feels guilty ands its this angsty hurt/comfort, but yknow

thats it!! that was really long. either way if you read all this and wanna know more about certain specific ones lmk! i dont remember what all the fics were that she got her scars from- especially because some of them happened multiple times, but i tried to link them if i could remember what they were. either way, yeah :)

[creepy-spooghetti]

A Hapless Endearment [Creepypasta x F. Reader]

Chapter 9 - All My Friends Are Heathens, Take It Slow

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It isn't long before the house that Y\n ran away from only fifteen minutes ago comes into full view, the girl only beginning to notice the shrubbery that the entire exterior of the building is covered in. Almost like it's meant to be difficult to see, as if to make it inconspicuous. There's no doubt that these people are wanted criminals if they're crazy enough to kidnap people from their bedrooms in the middle of the night, so what else are they capable of? Murder? This permanently-smiling man still in front of her has to own a knife for a reason, right? Do they actually... kill people? Is that what they're going to do to her?

Jack told her that they meant no harm, but then again, how is she supposed to trust the very guy who abducted her while she was asleep? She limps onto the porch, behind the raven-haired male, and waits in uncomfortable anticipation as he knocks on the door. Smile sits down beside her legs, looking up at her with scarlet eyes and releasing a growl from deep within his throat, making her take a small, almost unnoticeable step away. This dog is freaky. This man is freaky, the guy that took her in the first place is freaky. People like this are supposed to be in movies, not reality. Then again, she's been seeing things lately that should make her question both herself and reality.

The door opens, and she instinctively glances up, instantly regretting it when she meets the soulless pits where she assumes Jack's eyes used to be. Or did he even have eyes? He did, she saw them. They were a nice, chestnut color, so what happened? Was it just a disguise? A trick of the mind? Is he even human? Maybe he somehow made her see him in a different way than what he actually is. "Jeff," Jack starts, voice low with a suspicious tone to it, "I hope you didn't do anything stupid."

So that's his name. Jeff.

"Psh, why must you immediately make such an assumption about me?"

"Because you do stupid things," he answers plainly, stepping aside and allowing who she now knows as Jeff to enter the small household. Y\n follows, warily glancing at the mask-wearing male and staying as far away from him as possible. "What happened to her ankle?"

"How else was I supposed to catch her? She was bolting so fast even Smile had some trouble." He stands there a moment, staring at Jeff with an emotion that she can't quite identify. Though it's quite possibly irritation. 

"So what you're saying is, Brian tells us not to hurt her, and you hear, 'sic Smile on the runaway'?" 

"Hey man, I caught her, didn't I? You just better be happy she didn't get a leg ripped off or something." She crosses her arms and shoots a glare at Jeff, putting her weight on her right leg to relieve herself from as much pain as she can. Jack sighs, shaking his head and walking farther into the living room, closer to Jeff. 

"Just... just get outta here. And take your dog with you."

"With pleasure," he replies, sending Y\n what she assumes to be a smirk from behind his makeshift mask before stepping outside, snapping his fingers while he does so. "C'mon Smile. Let's go somewhere far away from these bozos." Smile wags his tail excitedly and stands from his sitting position, looking up at Jeff. "And I'll have you know, demon boy," He looks back at Jack, his eyebrows raised, "if you let her get away again I'm not the one responsible for catching her."

"Get lost, Jeff," he responds, pointing outside and facing the icy-eyed teen with clear annoyance. Jeff leaves without another word, and Jack closes the door behind him before turning back to the injured girl standing timidly in his living room. "...Are you okay?"

She narrows her eyes and releases an indignant huff from her nose. "I've just been bitten by a dog, met some psycho with a smile carved into his face, and been taken back to my kidnapper's house against my will." She furrows her eyebrows. "What do you think?"

"I think that you could be doing better," he says, taking a small step forward and making her move back slightly to keep some distance. "Look, Y\n... I know you're scared. If you'll just sit down and let me bandage your ankle, I'll explain it to you." His tone is negotiative, and she raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"You want to bandage my ankle?"

"Yes. Unless you want to walk around with a hole in your leg and wait for an infection to get into it first." She stares at him, glancing at the couch she stands in front of and contemplating her options. It isn't like she can take off again and expect to get anywhere. Maybe she shouldn't push her luck—after all, he doesn't seem too mad at her, if he is at all. And if he wanted to hurt her, he likely would have said something threatening. But he hasn't.

Slowly, she steps toward the couch, not taking her eyes off of Jack as she eases down on the cushion farthest away from him. He seems to take this as a positive sign and his muscles loosen up, nodding in response to her silent agreement and beginning to walk down the hall.

"Make this easier on yourself though and don't try to get out again, okay?" She doesn't answer, though she figures that he doesn't really expect her to. She watches him disappear into the hallway and open a door, she isn't sure which one, before flicking her gaze around the room that she's currently occupying. If she's going to let him 'bandage' her ankle, then she doesn't want to be unprepared while he does so. What if he tries something? There's no way to know what's going on in his mind and what he's planning on doing with her, but according to Jack, he'll explain it all.

How is she supposed to believe that he is actually the Jack she met on her way to the river? They look almost totally different. How could he change his whole appearance like that? He went from fair skin and copper eyes to grey skin and no eyes. How is that possible? 

But... he looks familiar. She knows already that he's the one that she saw in her 'dream' that turned out to be an actual event that occurred, but she can't help but feel that maybe she's seen him before then. When? In a nightmare? No. During one of her severe hallucinations? When she was having an episode? Now that she thinks about it... she has seen him before. It was when she was at the river, right before she began to climb down the tree. She saw Jack, but... it wasn't Jack. It was him. The man that brought her here. Except he wasn't wearing a mask.

And then, in an instant, he looked normal, again. What if he isn't lying? What if he somehow tricked her into seeing what he wanted her to see? She trusted Jack, at least to a point, but if he actually lied to and kidnapped her, she can't trust him. Not until she sees for a fact that he isn't going to hurt her. Not until she finds out that her grandparents are fine. Not until she's allowed to go back home.

By the great lengths that Jeff guy went to already to make sure she didn't escape, it's evident that he, Jack, and whoever else was involved with this stuff don't want her to leave, at least not yet. Even after sweeping her gaze over every inch of the living room, she fails to find anything that could be used as a potential weapon, much to her displeasure. Would a TV remote be heavy enough to throw at his head?

If worst comes to worst she supposes that she can kick him, but it won't do much if she uses her left leg for one reason in particular. She notices a doorway to her far right, with only a swinging door to block the interior. She sees what looks like a fridge and the beginning of a counter, and is instantly tempted to journey inside. That has got to be the kitchen. Kitchens have knives, right? A knife would be an amazing weapon.

But before she can even start to stand, Jack reappears and turns his head in her direction, black pits searing through her eyes, grabbing at her stomach and squeezing. Why does he have to be so creepy? In his hands is a bottle of what looks like Peroxide, a roll of gauze, cotton balls, and some kind of wipes. Probably to clean her wound. As long as she doesn't see anything sharp like a scalpel or a knife, then she won't cause too much trouble. 

He draws closer at a slow pace, likely in an attempt to make sure he doesn't alarm her any more than she already is, and sets everything but the wipes on the coffee table before dropping to his knees. Y\n shuffles in her seat uncomfortably, scooting another inch away from him but seeing the sudden difference in position and height as an advantage and mentally prepping herself should she need to use it. 

"I'm just gonna clean the bite, okay?" he says cautiously, tilting his neck upward to better face her and not missing the skeptical look etched across her features. "Don't... don't kick me. My intention is to help you, not hurt you." 

"And you couldn't have told your friend that before his dog or whatever did this to me?" She motions toward her leg, her nerves jumping. Everything about this situation seems out-of-place and wrong, and there's no way she going to let her guard down for even the shortest of moments.

It takes a few seconds for him to respond as if he isn't sure what to say. "Jeff... isn't one to follow orders very well. He pretty much just does what he wants when he wants to do it. The only one he really listens to is Liu, and even that's scarce."

"Who's Liu?" she more or less demands, her eyes narrowed down at him in suspicion. She might as well be informed of every person that she can, because if they're associated with Jack, it will come in handy, especially in a police report. It'll make them easier to track down. 

"Jeff's brother." He reaches out toward her leg, silently asking for permission, and after a moment of hesitation, she lets him take it. "This process will be quicker and more comfortable if you shift around this way a little bit."

"I'm not going to be 'comfortable' either way." But she does as told nonetheless, her right leg now propped onto the couch and her left one dangling slightly. She studies his actions as he peels away her dirt-covered, bloody sock, and rolls the material of her pants up, revealing the small puncture wounds littering her ankle as they leisurely seep crimson. He presses one of the soggy wipes against her skin, making her flinch from both the wave of cold it brings and the mild stinging sensation. 

He rubs it gently around her injury, putting pressure on certain areas, and it isn't long before she notices that the blood leaking down her ankle is getting significantly thinner and less noticeable as the piece of cloth collects it all. Unable to handle the tense silence between the two and yearning for answers, she speaks.

"Why am I here?" He continues his process of swiping away the blood for several more seconds before tossing the wipe in a nearby trash can, opening the plastic bottle of Peroxide, and pouring it skillfully over a cotton ball. She waits in dwindling patience as he takes hold of her leg and brings it closer to him, once again. 

"This is liable to hurt a bit."

"I don't care," she snaps, lips pressing together into a firm line. "Tell me why I'm here. Tell me why you kidnapped me." She internally winces when the medication meets her minor wound, focusing directly on Jack and glaring daggers into his head. She avoids looking at his empty sockets to make everything a bit more bearable. 

"You're in danger, Y\n." Sensing the judging e\c gaze of the girl sitting on the couch, he better clarifies. "Something bad wants you, and it wants you now. I only brought you here this soon because, if I hadn't, it would have gotten to you first. And you would be suffering. It would make you its...slave, I guess one could say."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying what Jack has to deliver. "What do you mean 'something bad'?"

"It... er, he, I guess, is... well, he's not human. He's not even from this world, he came from somewhere different. Somewhere evil, and dark, and filled to the brim with things, creatures that he created to reign chaos upon the earth." He pauses a moment to gather his words. "We don't know a lot about him because sightings of him are so rare, but... there are a few key individuals that live around here that have had very personal, up-close encounters with him. Everyone knows that he's dangerous, though."

Geez, that's a lot of information to process. She takes in a short breath, fighting the fear threatening to creep into her chest and forcing a coherent sentence out of her mouth. "So why is he dangerous? What did he do?"

"He's bad. And I'm not talking about robbing a store or stealing ice cream from a baby 'bad', I'm talking about messing with peoples' psyche, making them go insane and murder others 'bad'." She blinks, quickly becoming invested in his words, much to her resentment. "He gets in your head, makes you see things that aren't there, makes you dream terrifying things that often involve your greatest fears. It's a slow process, and it usually takes months if not years to complete, but... he's taken a strong liking to you for some reason. I don't know if it's because you're really stressed or just because you have a weak mind, but either way it means you're in immediate danger."

He takes away the fluffy ball of cotton and throws it, too, in the nearby trash bin, grabbing the gauze wrap and slowly twisting it around her ankle, making sure to cover the entire wound before slapping a piece of medical tape on it and setting it on the table. She doesn't realize that the speed of her breathing is increasing, nor does she notice the erratic beating of her heart as it thumps against her rib cage. Seeing things that aren't there? Having horror-inducing nightmares? That sounds extremely familiar, and she isn't sure whether or not that's a good connection to make. 

"It sounds crazy, and I know you probably don't believe me. But haven't you been experiencing freaky, unexplainable things lately?" She watches as he stands and sits on the other end of the couch, making her instinctively draw her legs toward her in order to create as much distance between the two as possible. "I mean... when I went into your room that night, you weren't even in your bed, you were in the closet. There must be a reason for that."

She releases an unsettled huff, biting the inside of her cheek nervously and staring at his navy-blue mask with a contemplative expression. Surely he can't be telling the truth, right? "I was just..." She wracks her brain for a reply, desperately wanting to think that this is another one of her wild dreams that she'll wake up from again soon. "...just a little scared."

"Because you had a bad feeling. Y\n, I saw that symbol that was drawn on the sketchpad. Did you do it?" She shoots him a half-hearted glare, subconsciously clenching her hands into loose fists. 

"Yes." Her tone is sharp and defensive, eyes holding a mixture of fright, anger, and disbelief. "What does some stupid symbol have to do with anything, anyway?"

"That symbol is a side effect of having Operator Sickness, which means that he's in one of the last stages of recruiting you." He stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket and shifts around a little. "Did you draw it willingly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Were you conscious while you were doing it? Or did you not realize until it was finished?" She narrows her eyes, refusing to take them off of the brown-haired boy sitting only two and a half feet away from her.

"I was... I was doing it in my sleep."

"See what I mean? He's been trying to control your life. It only would've gotten worse had I not taken you here." She attempts to wrap her mind around this new information, though not willing to just accept them as straight facts. It is, indeed, freaky how almost everything he just mentioned has happened to her within the past few days. How would he know that? Has he been watching her? But how would he know what she's been dreaming about?

"And how exactly is you bringing me here, wherever 'here' is, gonna help me?" She scoots backward and furrows her eyebrows at him. "For all I know, you could be the bad one and just be lying to gain my trust. It wouldn't be the first time." Her words have a blunt edge, eyes brimming with emotions that she isn't allowing to fly out of her mouth. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"This place is like a base, I guess. There are lookouts on duty at all times in order to ensure nothing creeps up on us, there are cameras hidden in the trees around the area with a sharp eye watching them, and multiple...beings, live here that can protect things better and more efficiently than normal people."

"So you're telling me that you brought me to a prison with a bunch of freaks." She doesn't miss how his shoulders tense after those words leave her lips, though she doesn't think on it too long, focusing solely on her current, certainly unfortunate, situation. 

"I, uh... I wouldn't call it a 'prison'. A lot of individuals take shelter here because it's the safest place to be. And it has been for a while. We wouldn't have to have such drastic measures if we hadn't all been attacked before. We're at risk all the time, so we have to take precautions."

"Cut the crap, dude," she suddenly barks, twisting around and putting her feet back on the floor. There's no way this is all true, right? He has to be trying to get a reaction out of her. Trick her, manipulate her. And she won't stand for it, even if she does have the disadvantage. "Just let me go. I don't want to be here."

"I'm not lying."

"Oh, yeah?" She rises to her feet, becoming exasperated and refusing to believe the information she was just given. "Are you really expecting me to believe that there's some other-worldly creature trying to get me, that it's been controlling what I dream and what I see, and that there's a secret base somewhere in the woods that houses multiple 'beings' that protect it?" Her voice raises, a natural occurrence thanks to her incredulous state, and she holds back frantic tears. 

Jack stands as well, easily towering over her with his taller frame and striking her unintentionally as intimidating. "It's the only way to explain what you've been experiencing. I promise you, I'm not lying." She scoffs, crossing her arms and taking a step back, ignoring the pain it causes. 

"So then why do you care?"

He tilts his head in mild confusion. "What?"

"If I'm really being hunted by this thing, why do you care? I can't do anything for you, I can't even help myself at this point. So why'd you bring me here? Don't you have better things to do than help some random, troubled girl?" He rubs the back of his neck, his voice lowering slightly.

"It wasn't my idea, but I agreed with it. If he were to get his way and you became his...his worker, then you'd be against us. We don't need anyone else to fight." Her gaze flickers down briefly, staring at the floor and trying to decide whether or not she should take what this person says to heart. He's made some pretty valid points so far, and he obviously isn't trying to hurt her. Why else would he doctor her ankle for her? He sounds very passionate about this, so even if it isn't true, she can tell that he's either just convinced himself that it is true, or he's a really good liar. Something that wouldn't be too big of a surprise...

After a long silence, she lands her gaze on the black pits in his head that leak the same thick, tar-like liquid that she's seen since she woke up and first laid her eyes on him, and breathes an almost inaudible sigh. "...You're not going to let me leave, are you?"

He doesn't comment on her sudden change in demeanor and instead shakes his head slowly. "It's too risky. Besides, I'm sure you don't want to be mind-controlled by some faceless guy in a suit."

"W-wait, faceless what?" That sentence sends her mind into a frenzy, and she subconsciously leans toward him in anticipation. Did she really just hear him say that?

"Faceless guy in a suit. That's what he looks like." He steps closer to her curiously. "He's also really tall. Did you see him?"

"I... I think so." She thinks back to that night she slept in the closet after she woke up from that daunting dream, so horrific that it made her awaken violently ill. When she glanced out of the window, she saw something. Something tall, starch white, but she couldn't make out any other detail besides the fact that it seemed to be dressed in formal wear. Maybe that's because it didn't have any other details. "Do you mean... that wasn't a hallucination?" Her tone is uncharacteristically soft as she comes to the realization that if that wasn't a hallucination, how many other things has she saw that also weren't hallucinations?

"No... probably not." Another silence settles between the two, and she steps backward until stumbling over the armchair sat beside the couch, causing her to fall into it and land with a startled huff. Not that she's complaining, in fact, she hardly even comprehends it as she tries grasping everything she was just told.

One of the first thoughts that enter her consciousness is her grandparents. What happened to them? Are they okay? "My grandparents." She shifts her gaze back onto Jack, expression quickly turning aggressive. "What did you do them?"

He's quick to put his hands up in self-defense and shake his head. "I didn't touch your grandparents." She sends him a look that makes it obvious that she doesn't believe him. "I'm serious. I went in, got you, then left. They didn't even know I was there."

"Prove it," she spits, glaring up at him with distrust. His posture tells her that he's becoming a bit irritated, but she could care less at the moment.

"You want proof? Fine. Brian's going to take you back in a few days to get your stuff, so you'll see then."

"Who's Brian?"

"He's who you're staying with." She opens her mouth to object, but he cuts her off. "No, he won't hurt you, but I suggest you don't push his buttons. He has a low tolerance level."

"I can't believe you expect me to willingly stay here," she says through gritted teeth, devising a way to escape Jack, escape this place. All of this is a little too much to comprehend at one time. She just wants to go home. Nana and Pops are probably worried sick about her. 

"Well, you don't have another choice." He collects the medical supplies from off of the coffee table, screwing the lid back on the Peroxide bottle and heading toward the hallway, likely to put them back where they were originally. Her stomach twists into a stressed, scared knot as she glares daggers at his retreating frame. "Let me put it this way; if you go back to that house and start living normally again, not only will you end up either dead or a slave, but you'll be putting them in danger, too. I know you don't want that."

He leaves her with that sentence, letting her repeat it over and over in her mind. How would, she returning home, put them in danger? Would that make them targets? Would Jack and his group of misfits go after them as a form of revenge? It's unknown to her, and it will remain that way until she gets more answers out of Jack. She will not stand aside and let him threaten her family like that.

She twirls a strand of hair around her finger anxiously and considers everything. How did she get tied up into this? She's never done anything that could be deemed as 'satanic', like playing a Ouiji board. Is this... thing, if it does even exist, a demon of some kind? Is it the devil himself? Why does he want her? What makes her so special that he'd want to...mind-control her, according to Jack? She's just an average girl with trash for a family, at least for the most part. All of these questions and more send a streak of fear through her chest, and she can't shake the feeling that maybe it is all true. Maybe Jack was telling the truth. Maybe she is in danger. If that is the case, what then?

[emilythecosmicbun]

Creepypasta OCs.

Any updates information is on Wattpad WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

TW BLOOD, ABUSE MENTION

cottontailprincess is my Instagram and Emilythecosmiccat is my username on some art websites.

They/Them pronouns please

do not sexualise me, my characters or my boyfriend please he isn’t comfortable with that.

okay so these are my two vent ocs.

Emily/Elliot (Bunny.)

one of them, as you know, is my impure agere oc, representing all the sad and flashback parts of everything. I made them to help cope with my thoughts and feelings. They are based off of my appearance and my trauma. They age up with me.

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Emily/Elliot Bunzelle but prefers just Emily or Elliot.

Nickname(s): Bunny, Emmy, El, Em, Princess, Prince, Princette

Meaning of name: Emily (from Urban Dictionary.) An Emily is someone who is crazy inside and out. She knows who her friends are and try’s hard to look after them. She is very pretty but doesn’t always know that. She isn’t always the most popular, but to her that doesn’t matter. She has friends from all ages and they all adore her. She hides her feelings however upsetting they may be.

Meaning of name: Elliot (Urban Dictionary) Elliot is a true master at caring. He teaches how to love and be loved. A man of honour a man of steal. He's as handsome as a Greek God, as strong as diamond, as compassionate as a saint and is as gentle as a father's touch. Elliot possesses a magic within to create a vision in the eyes of all, leaving them stunned at how brilliant and perfect Elliot truly is. A leader, a spirit lifter, a lover, a giver, an Elliot'll leave you speechless with his being, his essence.

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Age:

Currently 19, same as IRL me, though they physically and mentally regress to younger ages, so their age varies. Their main ages are variants of 1+

Date of Birth:

August 21st (Body born in 2001)

Race/Species: English and a Spirit or Entity.

Native language: English (as in England English.)

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual Personality: Silly, playful, honest, caring, childish, bratty, stubborn, sweet.

Are They Dead: No but they aren't alive either. Somewhere in between.

Any Mental Health Issues?

C-PTSD, due to multiple traumatic events. They frequently experience multiple flashbacks and nightmares, and is usually terrified of leaving their safe space unless it’s with Stedge, even then, they panic.

Triggers: Listed Here. Triggers page on my Carrd.

Powers/Special Abilities: Can float slightly off the ground, is able to phase through walls, spew blood at will, and look "alive" when speaking and comforting children, or just around those they trust.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Very young child:  Short but very curly/wavy brown hair, a bit lighter than when they are in older looking forms. They wear a pink dress with a white shirt under, and black school shoes. However, they can also just wear a sonic shirt and leggings, or a skirt.

Child:  They can vary but their usual look is long curly/wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, blood on their mouth and nose area, tired-looking eyes, pink dress, sometimes a nightgown, depending on the look, they can wear socks, bunny slippers or even go barefoot! Sometimes they wear bunny ears! Sometimes they like to wear sonic gear.

Teen:  Depending on the age as a teen, at the point it's  "kawaii" inspired things, sometimes just a Melanie Martinez shirt and pants (or skirt), sometimes overalls! They also wore band merch, stuff like that. They have either long brown hair, black hair or multicoloured hair like Melanie Martinez (dyed in variants such as pink, red, blonde (more like light ginger.)

Adult:  Band tops, but also ones with cute designs on such as bunnies or kittens, sometimes overalls or dresses, sometimes even onesies, since they can still have the traits of an agere headspace. Short Brown hair, is a lot chubbier than the rest, can be considered mid or plus size.

Height: Varies depending on form and age, but usually smol.

Weight: (UNKNOWN BUT IT VARIES.)

Hair color: Dark brown/Brown

Eye color: Brown

Scars and/or skin conditions: Has a few bruises and a few cuts in some places, but I prefer to not draw them.

Has a skin condition called psoriasis. (I have it IRL.)

Never Seen Without: White Bun, and their three Cream The Rabbit plushies.

Likes:

• Things with peaches (the fruit) on them. (Including peaches and peach ice tea.)

• Bunnies

• Their Caregiver, Stedge.

• Drawing, and colouring in.

• The colour pink.

• Sonic The Hedgehog.

• Porcelain Dolls

• Stuffed Animals

Dislikes:

• Abusers (including physical, mental and sexual abusers.)

• Those who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who don’t take them seriously.

• Drama.

• Being abandoned or left alone.

Relationships:

Stedge - Partner in crime, best friend, caregiver and lover. (Depending on age of course.)

Cream.exe (Sally.exe game) - practically twinning, bunny loves to hang out with cream.exe. (my highest kin, apart from cream herself.)

Family Members - Depending on which member, they do have a good bond or a negative one. Bunny loves them on different levels, some of them, they hate.  This does not reflect on how (I myself) feel about said family members.

(If you want your creepypasta oc to be friends with Bunny, just ask!)

OTHER INFO:

• They age up with my current age since they aren't dead and they are based off of me.

• I decided to make them some sort of entity since I couldn’t make them a ghost and still be alive lol they age up with me.

•Their “trauma” is the same as mine, which is why I won’t write it in detail here but they are a victim of abuse.

• They are all bloody because its how I feel about my trauma.

• They physically and mentally regressed to the age they are supposed to be, if they are in their child forms, they are an actual child. (Direct reference to my age regression I use to help me cope with my trauma) They prefer to be in this form so they can protect and befriend children. They don't harm children or other victims of abuse. The children usually call them “bunny.”

• When they're in their adult form, they have a partner called Stephen. Someone who they have known since they were 17 years old. When they are a “child” he takes care of them and protects them to make sure they don't ever get hurt again.

• Their sense of justice is what caused them to want to help other children. They never want to see another child go through what they went through.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

Stedge

Well, I also made a creepypasta oc to represent my boyfriend, someone who I love and trust to help me during those horrible times. He’s like my partner in crime. lmao also his age isn’t rly there because he ages up with his real life counterpart, which will get updated.

REMINDER TO NOT SEXUALISE HIM AS MY BOYFRIEND IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

BASIC INFO:

Name: Stephen

Nickname(s): Stedge, Mr. Bubbles (by Emily/Elliot.)

Meaning of name: Stephen The most beautiful boy in existence. Has stunning eyes, that make your heart fall through the floor when they crinkle with his perfect smile. Is deep, unlike most boys, and extremely intelligent. Has a big heart, and he doesn't realize when he's being taken for granted. Even though he would never admit it, he sometime's can't see what's right in front of him. An over-analyzer, and very stubborn, but he will admit defeat when he has to. Likes to drive girls crazy, apparently. Easy to fall in love with. Hard to figure out.

Gender: Male

Age: Ages up with IRL person. Currently: 19.

Date of Birth:

9th April

Race/Species: English, Human.

Native language: UK English.

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight

Are They Dead: No

Any Mental Health Issues? No, None that we know of.

Triggers: None that we know of.

Powers/Special Abilities:

He doesn't have many powers but he athletic and can run quick and has a good amount of strength. He uses a bat and other various stuff.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, variants of a black or dark grey shirt, but obviously not only those, sometimes they’re ripped.

Hair color: Dark brown, brown.

Eye color: Brown.

Scars: None.

Personality: He is quite intelligent and mature, behaves childishly in front of Emily/Elliot, cold and serious, is kind, polite, protective.

Hobbies and Likes: • playing the guitar

• skate (skateboarding)

• listening to tunes

• spending time with Emily/Elliot.

Dislikes:

• Abusers, people who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who are cruel to Emily/Elliot.

Relationships: Bunny - Best friend, soulmate, would do anything to make bunny smile, frequently gets them stuffed toys and food.

EXTRA INFO:

He is a few months older than me in IRL, his age is 19 right now, along with mine but will be updated.

Stephen is a human, and helps take care of Emily (in their child forms.) since they are a child and very vulnerable in that state due to their trauma, when they’re adult they are romantic towards each other.

They work together as a team when bashing and killing abusers. While he uses physical means, Emily uses mental.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

[shadowgamerhalo]

Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up and or a little scenario to go with it? (But only write what your up for) Tysm in advance! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight) I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines. For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it. Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

I pair you with the part tsundere Bloody Painter!

Helen doesn't fall easily. So your relationship was probably a bit rocky, with first impression, since Helen and you have that same problem. This though, did start the conversation which led to your relationship, so it was actually was good in the end!

In general Helen has a quiet exterior, though once you got to know each other, you can actually see why he hangs around Puppet. Cause this man, has one wicked sense of humor. As soon as you show your more goofy, sacrasm side. Helen is showing how devious he is. You'll likely see it first with your fear of spiders. Expect a bit of teasing, cause he will smirk at you, before he squishes it, and then proceed to tease you a bit.

He's definitely the kind of person to trick someone into doing something stupid, for his amusement. So he will make no exception of not pulling that on you. Though he will probably make sure you're okay in the end, just cause he loves you. The kind of person to deny it, but really you can tell. Cause for you, he's easier to read. If you stick up for friends, then expect him right behind you making the most threatening aura possible to the person you're fighting. Which means you'll win most of your fights, without having to throw a punch.

Your anxiety and self destructive tendencies, will likely have you seeing a very gentle and soft side to Helen, much quicker than you would think. He also has trouble explaining his emotions, though he will become good at reading yours. Likely you will become good at reading his, so it'll be a balance. Granted, Helen is stubborn too, though in a different way as he's also patient. He will stick with you once he's attached, no matter what.

You sounded southern with some words, actually makes Helen giggle and he will tease you for it. Though once you're around him long enough, you'll realize that he has that. Such as him sounding more cockney, such as whenever he tries to pronounce meter, and so on and so forth. Plus a bonus if you hear him say shit. I suggest recording that, to tease him back as revenge >;)

Helen surprisely smokes, not a lot but you can tell when he does. So you'll probably smell it in his clothes. Which means if you steal them, that means you'll get a flustered Helen, who probably will initiate cuddles afterwards. Cause he's not the tallest in the manor, being at 5'8, but you'll still be smol to him, which he adores. He won't mock you for your height, though he might pick you up like a cat. He also likes your hair, cause he can style it for drawings of you, and he likes running his fingers through your hair while cuddling.

Speaking of drawing, expect to be draw a lot. Like even when you're not too aware of it, Helen will probably be drawing you absent-mindly. If you're swimming, probably will be drawing you doing it. Helen will show you his art, as you've become his muse. No worries, not the blood paintings. He might even give you ones with things you like, like a cloudy day one.

You can introduce him to your music, and he'll likely listen to it with you while he draws or paints. Also, you'll have to remind him to eat sometimes especially when he's in creative mode, so practice for cooking. Also if you give him some shepherd's pie, he will shower you with affection.

This one took a while, as I tried my best to find on that fit. I hope this to your liking, I did my best. If you want a scenario based off of this then, I'm happy to provide. This goes for all who ask for match-ups.

[jcmorrigan]

What movie or tv show scared you the most?

OH HEEHEEHEEEEEE MY TIME HAS COME

I think this was probably the sign I was meant to be a horror fan, because I'm gonna talk about two movies here and neither one is a standard horror film. Now, I avoided horror films like the plague, but I now realize that's because of my aversion to jumpscares and gore, which have very little to do with actual scary stuff. I feared actual horror imagery as a small child, but basically once I read Coraline it all just turned around because that book gave me nightmares but I actually WANTED those nightmares and kept going back to the book. So what are the movies I just COULD NOT contend with?

First up, I have found that a lot of people have said this one, but really and truly, fuck Chicken Run.

I was...maybe ten when I watched it. Signed up for a goofy claymation adventure. What did I get? First of all, a whole lot of bleak color palette that warned me that this was not going to be a happy story. We are then shown the stakes right away: our entire main cast lives in a dystopian prison and if they do not find a way to escape, they will die. One DOES die. This is where a lot of people say they noped out right away, but actually, the execution of the dinner chicken in the first scene was tame for me compared to what would come next.

The pie machine. It's assembled, it's talked about, and eventually our two leads fall into it in a way that is designed to be fatal. Look, there are a ton of horror tropes in this scene alone. I haven't seen it SINCE THE ONE AIRING and I can still vividly tell you a lot of this. And if I walked into a horror film and asked for this, I'd come out super satisfied, but I was not expecting horror from this. First of all, I remember vividly the shot where you're looking from Ginger's POV falling down the shaft and the divider comes up to shunt her into the "meat" line. It's incredibly claustrophobic and you just get this almost jumpscare reminder that the character through whose eyes you see is regarded as nothing more than meat to be consumed. There is then an array of blades designed for close calls, and dough that essentially glues the lead characters down to a conveyor belt so they have to helplessly watch the death machines that are coming. Sticky stuff that roots you to one spot; that's another thing that just REALLY unnerves me and I love it if I'm reading CreepyPasta but I was not reading CreepyPasta; I was watching a children's film. The leads escape certain death by jamming the gravy system, causing the machine to overload on pressure, and here I feel like I should've been relieved that they escaped but instead I was the most unsettled of all when the pressure meter started climbing. I don't know if this film *gave* me a phobia of industrial accidents or if it just awakened what was already in my OCD little brain, but suffice to say that after this movie, I was hyper-aware of my own fear of things like hissing steam, rising pressure meters, and being in a room where large metal things were clanking. (I'm since over it; I've been exposed to it in enough things.)

Now, I was no quitter. I should have just noped out. But I didn't. I continued to traumatize myself. The next part of the film until the climax I don't remember so well - it wasn't as traumatizing - EXCEPT for the part where Ginger finds and rebuilds Rocky's circus poster. And now, as an adult, I can see how that was kinda supposed to be funny, like, "The goddamn chicken padded his résumé and the way they found this out was a circus poster." But little me was invested in these chickens, I wanted them to be happy, and what I saw was basically their death notice being signed with that scrap of paper with a cannon on it. I FELT that in my bones.

STILL NOT HAVING THE GOOD SENSE TO JUST EJECT THE TAPE ALREADY, I proceeded to the climax, in which what happens to Tweedy might be one of the most fucking awful things I've seen ever? Pinned upside-down in a superheated, confined space with rising liquid from below as the pressure meter starts climbing again. And her husband arrives just in time to see her like this but not in time to actually stop the explosion. Thank God it didn't actually kill her because even though I was already traumatized, that would've absolutely made it worse.

Thing is, ever since this movie scared the absolute shit out of me - and was probably the cause of the weird stomachaches I had for A WEEK after - I've kinda had this thing about reclaiming the scary parts and stomping on them while laughing maniacally. I feel like every time I've done a crossover project, there's been a temptation to write in an arc where the mains go up against THE PIE MACHINE and fucking win. And also there's whump with tons of comfort in my version to mitigate it all. I haven't done any such thing for TBTC...YET. But I know what I must do. I know who must destroy the machine and the Tweedys along with it. Buckle your seatbelts.

My final word before I move on is that as I ascend into adulthood, I think that for the most part, a rewatch of this film wouldn't traumatize me so badly. It'd still be gross and creepy in a way I think shouldn't be sent to children without warning, but I could deal with the imagery, maybe enjoy using it as whump fuel even more, maybe my horror side would really get into the peril this time. But the one thing I've realized is that this premise is fucked EVEN MORE if you're a grown-up, because as a child, you're sympathizing with the chickens. You want them to get free of this death camp environment. But as an adult, you start to realize that all Tweedy wanted to do was be a chicken farmer who sold pie, and her supposedly nonsentient animals ganged up on her in a display of unheard-of intellect among farm stock. This would then lead to her undergoing at least one near-death fate. Think about being a farmer in our world and the animals you keep GANG UP ON YOU LIKE PEOPLE because you're killing them for food. No thank you, no THANK you.

But surely this was a one-of-a-kind phenomenon. Surely, after this...after so many other people agreed with me; "Fuck Chicken Run"...no animation studio would ever pull shit like this again.

I had hoped that was the case until Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.

This is one I don't actually see lambasted as often. Maybe because the Chicken Run trauma crew grew thicker skins before this movie. I only sort of did. Maybe because no one ever actually invested in this film, having already predicted how much it would be garbage from the dumb humor in the trailers. Oh, but not me. I was a fool. Also my family picked it for a movie night so my fate was sealed anyway.

The original book is actually pretty frightening on its own. Food falls from the sky in such great numbers that it starts to destroy the world. Okay, that's terrifying. But kind of in the alluring way. I would keep coming back to the one page about the giant pancake on the school because the way it was drawn unsettled me so, with something huge and immovable blocking off the way to a building that usually has hundreds of innocent children inside. The film built on this and made it a thousand times worse.

Let's start with the goddamn Spray-On Shoe. Our main character is a mad scientist (but the good kind, apparently) whose list of bumbling failed experiments dates back to when he was a child and invented a spray you could put on your feet to coat them in shoes. He then gets laughed at because he didn't engineer a way to get the shoes off, and runs home in humiliation. Guys, the teasing/bullying factor is...not the most worrying thing about this story. There's a throwaway line about how Flint wears THE SAME SHOES into adulthood because to that day they simply cannot be removed. This seems like an incredibly urgent medical problem? Having your feet encased in the same rubber for years? The same rubber as when you're a kid? I just found myself thinking "What if my shoes never came off one day" and that terrifies me, okay? It's stupid and it's silly and it scares me. Even more than that, though, is the canonization of a polymer in this universe that can be sprayed on sticky and will literally never break no matter what you do to it, because that goes back to the pie machine dough principle. Being glued to a surface permanently is inherently terrifying and we'll go over this later because this is not the last fuckin time the glue shoes get brought up.

Flint invents a food-spewing machine. It ends up in the sky. He rides his popularity as it rains larger and larger food down upon the town and also the world. Most of this film up until the climax is unsettling but not AWFUL. Where it starts to go to shit is when Flint realizes his machine is too dangerous and shuts it off, only for the town's local greedy politician to switch it back on into an apocalyptic mode. So can we start with "Local town finds out its elected official is willing to sabotage their well-being in order to capitalize on the fame of a disaster-causing object?". Like, the whole film would've been solved so much sooner if there hadn't been a saboteur in the works - not a fun campy villain, mind you, but a saboteur who exists to drive the plot to the scary place. But I guess we need that narrative tension to justify having a film in the first place, so fine, I'll ride it out.

The main crew saddles up to fly out to the machine, which is now encased in a FLESH LABYRINTH of food, and...I'm just gonna rapid-fire the shit that happens at this part:

-The food turns sentient in order to defend itself. The cute animal sidekick brutally dismembers an army of gummy bears that is fully sentient and rips them apart to devour them.

-We enter the flesh labyrinth and it's exactly as much a horror RPG setting as you think it is.

-Now sentient cooked chickens besiege the party. The comic relief character is consumed by one, only to kill it from the inside and decide to WEAR ITS SKIN in what is seen as his defining character arc's conclusion. Wearing the skin of a dead monster allows him to forge his new identity.

-One of our party has to go back because of a tight passage lined with her deadly allergen, causing her to undergo anaphylaxis after an accidental mild nick. In the flesh labyrinth.

-The entire horrific journey is instantly INVALIDATED when it turns out that instead of the kill code for the machine, all Flint has is a file of a cat video. Which he finds out as the town is about to be obliterated off the face of the earth.

-So he solves it by jamming the works with the spray-on shoe and DID I NOT JUST GO OVER HOW HORRIFIC INDUSTRIAL EXPLOSIONS ARE IN KIDS' MOVIES? DID I NOT? ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS AGAIN? Anyway it's canonical proof that NOTHING can break the shoe glue and I should be happy for the town and happy that there's no more flesh labyrinth of living meat but instead I'm just terrified because of the door we have opened. We have imparted the existence of an indestructible sticky polymer upon the world.

-It's later seen used in a credits sequence to repair damaged houses. Which, first of all, given its flexible nature, is fuckin stupid. It won't serve as an actual wall. Second, that got me thinking about construction accidents involving the fuckin shoe glue. If that stuff gets dripped on a person's face -

-So then cue me sitting awake in bed later thinking wide-eyed about Cloudy with a Chance of Fucking Meatballs and realizing that this compound that is essentially a chemical weapon in the making is now in the hands of the mayor who deliberately caused an apocalyptic event over the town because he wanted the food rain. And THAT'S not going to lead to pretty circumstances.

I think you'll see that a lot of my fears with these two movies is "THINK OF THE IMPLICATIONS!" and I think that just shows how my mind works and why I'm drawn to fanfic so much. I'm all about diving into a universe, exploring its corners, analyzing it to death.

And with the industrial horror stuff, I kinda wanna bring it around to two other films that actually really subverted my expectations and made it fun. 102 Dalmatians was a fave of mine through middle school, but I remember when the climax took us to a big ol' factory and I got plumb nervous. After the usual blades and ovens of horror, the fact that it concludes with Cruella basically wearing a cake and a lengthy montage of the dogs kicking toppings onto her is just one of the most wholesome imageries. She survived the thing and now you get to watch her be decorated Lisa Frank style by her victims who are more interested in humiliation than murder, and I love that.

But maybe more prevalent is that I'm well aware that if certain filmography or plot points had been handled in different ways, The Boxtrolls might've actually frightened the ever-loving fuck out of me what with all the industrial stuff and medical horror, but I just...felt like that film was holding my hand the whole way through going "It's okay." The industrial stuff was framed in a way that was just campy enough and yet also taken seriously. Putting a really charismatic villain - ACTUAL VILLAIN, NOT CHICKEN FARMER OR CORRUPT POLITICIAN SABOTEUR - at the wheel was just such a mitigating factor that it gelled the whole thing together and I ended up LOVING what was done with giant machines and garbage crushers and explosions. And as for the medical body horror, I really appreciate how it was so baked in that Snatcher did that to himself - that everyone, EVERYONE warned him "Do not do this, you will probably die, I'm serious, bad fucking idea" up to the point of Eggs trying to plead him during an anaphylaxis attack, one last time, DO NOT continue down this path, we can find a way to heal you psychologically and get you some self-fulfillment. And Snatcher fully chooses hubris over the many, many opportunities offered him to be able to step down onto a safer path and that removes the fear and pulls it more into a tragedy for the villain. Not at all the same thing as "Sam the reporter is trying to save the world and doing her best until a fixture of the landscape accidentally sends her into anaphylaxis."

(Oh, and by the way, can I just - when I do see CWACOM brought up these days, it's always in the context of "This is the one movie where the guy tells the girl it's okay to look nerdy!". Well, no, not the way I remember it. The way I remember it, Sam basically tells Flint "I used to have really tacky style but have since changed it up of my own volition" and Flint is just like "NOOOOO YOU NEED TO WEAR GLASSES AND A SCRUNCHIE. I WANT A HOT NERD GIRL." This could've been pulled off right with some more introspection into female beauty standards, even in a tongue-in-cheek way, but right now it really looks like Sam just wanted to make herself more glam for a new image and Flint bullied her into regressing her style. Which I've also realized meant he bullied her into dressing more like she did as a teenager and normally I think that kind of shit is just "You're overthinking it" but since it's CWACOM and I spelled it out on paper like that, I'm just now realizing how that can be seen as pretty...icky.)

The one saving grace of CWACOM is that I was older by that time, and so it didn't affect me as hard as Chicken Run. But I still hold it dearly to my heart as one of the MOST DISTURBING movies I know, and by "dearly" I mean "fuck this movie, really and truly." I want to extend my thanks to 102D and Boxtrolls for giving me industrial-horror-based climaxes that were actually really comfortable, and again, probably what drove both of these was the fact that we had a campy diva villain in the lead for the potential scary stuff to surround and radiate off. Not a fuckin...ordinary chicken farmer who is just trying to make bank but is somehow passed as a Nazi allegory for trying to live her life as a farmer? I dunno, maybe if I rewatched that film I'd see she has a thirst for human blood too, and if I could fix fic Chicken Run my first order of business would be to give her a thirst for human blood instead of/in addition to chickens.

Anyway. Fuck both these films, EXCEPT for the fact that traumatizing scenarios can always be recast as whump material, and the next time I wanna do some crossover aftercare from a physically and psychologically damaging mission, I have a pie machine and a flesh labyrinth to exploit. REALLY HEAVY ON THAT AFTERCARE COMFORT THOUGH!