#masky scenario

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Day 2: Hate Sex - Masky, GN reader

Not really any warnings by do be aware Masky is definitely an asshole, hope you guys enjoy <3

Also, I'm gonna start tagging all of these with Intimiccine's kinktober so they're under the same tag on the blog ^^

[endataraxia]

frustration and anger.

creepypasta/mh x reader in which they get frustrated or angry, or, in BEN's case, are frustrating themselves. word count: 2.1k cw: abuse, descriptions of anger, arguments/quarrelling.

EJ

EJ doesn’t often get angry.

in fact, it’s hard to even frustrate him. Even when faced with particularly difficult patients to suture up—ahem, Jeff— he shows no sign of being fazed.

well, perhaps that’s because he’s used to living with Jeff and his reckless, barbaric antics.

but when he does get frustrated, it’s like a gradual intensification.

you like to split his frustration into three phases.

phase 1: EJ starts to seem a little off. Quieter than usual, less responsive, and more distant. Almost as if he’s in his own world, deceptively peaceful.

phase 2: EJ starts to show actual signs of being frustrated. You notice that it is at this point he may start to snap lightly at others, but with you, he tries his best to keep it to a minimum.

phase 3 is the climax before the drop. On occasion, he may raise his voice slightly and openly express irritation. But he always drops, hard and fast.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing circles gently on your back. Though he has to bend over quite a bit (he’s a gentle giant at a height of 6’6 or about 2 meters), you find it to be very soothing that his frame envelops the entirety of yours.

oh, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of getting angry.

no, the anger you heard in his voice was undeniable as he roared at another member of the household to stay the fuck away from you.

you’d startled at the sheer sound of it, and quickly those trembles descended into violent shaking as you cried—his roar was simply not…human.

you flinched as he picked you up, just as gently as was the anger intense in that dreaded noise he made, a stark contrast in behavior, a jarring change in your body, mind and soul.

but other than that, you knew your darling EJ was back.

he plopped you onto his bed, surrounded by his sweet yet musky scent, nuzzling your neck and your face.

“I’m sorry”s were whispered countless times in your ear that night as you dozed off in the safety of his arms.

jeff

gotta put a trigger warning on this one. you know what to expect, but just in case you don’t, TW: Jeff is literally a murderer with abusive tendencies and anger issues.

at the start of your relationship, Jeff had been…well, to say the least, not the best partner.

he often got mad at you, whether it be keeping him waiting or spilling a cup of water.

yeah. spilling a cup of water.

but you understood why he was the way he was. he just couldn’t help it. but that didn’t mean you were going to stick around for it, no matter how much you loved him.

one day after a particularly huge argument, you found him crying in his room. his sniffles were unmistakable, but you knew you’d have to pretend you hadn’t heard from ten feet away.

turns out, angsty little Jeff here wasn’t completely unaware of himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he had sobbed as quietly as he could. “I know I’m a bad boyfriend, I know, I keep lashing out at you and I’m so sorry.”

your relationship could have very well ended that day if you hadn’t found Jeff crying on the floor.

but even though he’d hurt you so many times, you took him back into your arms.

and so you taught him to manage his anger, though it took you immense effort, energy and bravery.

he’d always help, though, by reminding you it was okay to yell back at him. you chided him lightly for it, saying that it’d just cause a back and forth.

“oh, right. my bad. sorry, doll,” he had said with a sheepish grin.

today, you are proud to boast that you trained your bloodhound boyfriend to be a tame dog. hell, he even does whatever you tell him to now, albeit sometimes reluctantly.

but he understands that if he loves you, he must make sacrifices upon sacrifices. you did that for him.

now it is his turn to sacrifice himself for you.

masky - tim

it’s not really uncommon that Tim gets angry.

but his anger is almost always the quiet kind.

he will “hmph” and huff lightly, a mild kind of anger you both can still joke about, though his face will redden at it.

you can’t help it though, the sass he gives you when he’s lightly frustrated is too good to let slip past.

oh, but when his anger gets loud—

it’s no longer a harmless little nip.

it’s been directed everywhere. everywhere, his teammates, the table, the card game he’s losing a bit too embarrassingly to Toby who’s being an unbearable little ass about it.

but never you.

okay, it was one time.

but Tim decided it was one time too many. (as he should)

he’d raised his voice at you, more so out of frustration rather than anger.

and you flinched.

and oh, how that little flinch broke his heart.

he shut up immediately, gathering you into his arms, whispering “oh, I’m so sorry, darling”, and “you’re okay, you’re okay”.

he never did it again. ever.

now, when you both get angry at each other, it always devolves into stupid little giggles and kicking.

hoodie - brian

Brian doesn’t really get angry, nor does he get frustrated.

normally, at least.

something shines in his eyes when he is defied, a shadow of a grin, a curl of the lip—

you spend a couple days investigating this, defying him little by little.

“Y/N, could you pass me the water?” “No.” and you’d say it with a cheeky smile on your face to match this strange expression on his.

it evolved into much greater things, “Y/N, come over here for a bit.” “Nope!”

“Y/N, help me up.” “Nope!”

your gleeful defiance doesn’t have a complete zero effect, either. with each silly little “nope”, the glint in his eyes grows brighter. and you know that the cup you’ve slowly been filling the past few days is about to overflow.

it’s one fateful day that you happily defy him once again, and—

oh. something’s grabbing at your jaw, and your lover’s face is so close to yours.

he smiles so gently at you, so purely. but his grip on your jaw says otherwise.

firm like iron, reprimanding, but not harmful or venomous. you know he isn’t going to hurt you, but oh, he isn’t letting you go either.

“Y/N,” he says calmly. “You’ve been a little more uncooperative than usual.”

the shiver it sends down your spine isn’t one of fear. excitement, rather.

he lets you go, but guides you to the bed. “Sit,” he commands.

so you do. what else are you to do when your lover commands you so well?

“Good girl.”

so you never say no to him again, not when it comes to harmless favors.

Brian does not get angry or frustrated…at least, not like the normal person does.

toby

Toby becomes a very bitter cynic when upset, spitting sarcasm wherever he goes.

his BPD only makes it worse. his relationship with Tim is already strained as it is, with the latter trying his best (as much as a man with anger issues can), and his relationship with Brian being almost entirely carried by the older man.

and his relationship with you, oh his sweet vogel, his darling dove— he doesn’t know what to think of it. some days he lets loose around you, tickling you and blowing raspberries against your cheeks, and others he’s withdrawn, curled up into a ball in his bed, and so you dive in with him, nuzzling him against his sheets long overdue for a change.

but if it’s neither of those, he’s lashing out. sometimes you can’t even look at him when he walks into the room bringing dark clouds over the atmosphere. that’s when you know you can’t look up at him.

and when you make the mistake of looking up, your smile meets a scowl.

“what are you looking at.” he’ll spit, and then storm off, as if he can’t stand your eyes on him.

and it’s true, your eyes gaze at him with such gentleness, he can’t bring himself to stare back sometimes. especially when he’s in a bad mood, because he breaks inside as he sees his own eyes burn the love in your eyes, reducing them to ashes of fear.

“vogel,” he’d whisper at night, lying next to you in your bed. “i’m sorry.”

he apologizes so much and so often you no longer make a big deal out of it, but this time, his soft whisper is laced with such heavy guilt, your arms move before your mind thinks, pulling him into a soft embrace.

oh, but this bad mood is nothing compared to his jealousy.

Jeff gets close to you? Jeff is suddenly on the ground, blood leaking from his head and EJ hurriedly dragging the former away, admonishing him about not messing with Toby’s precious human.

Tim comforts you about Toby’s outbursts? suddenly he’s against the wall, Toby growling and spitting in his face. if he can’t be there for you, then no one else gets to be there for you either. though, he knows this is selfish.

if he could help it, he’d let you go to whomever you wanted for comfort. but oh, his heart aches so.

and his jealousy is nothing compared to how angry he gets at himself, bashing the walls of the manor, crying out at night, because he can’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend.

he doesn’t know this, but you’re in a corner too, muffled sobs, tears, nose dripping and all.

so at night, you crawl back into bed before he notices you, and lie awake till he comes back.

as his breathing settles and his snoring begins, you hug him just a little bit tighter, your sweet vogel with broken wings.

ben

you have to admit, BEN is really, really freaky.

in the way he plays his games, the way he treats his archnemesis Jeff, in bed—oops.

but particularly, in the way he seems to have an endless tolerance for things that would usually upset someone.

he just. fucking giggles.

“aww, my sweet Y/N is so cute when she’s mad~”

context: he pissed you off and you’re currently in the middle of admonishing him with your whole heart and soul.

conversely, you’re the one who gets mad right back at him.

within the hour, he presents you with a tiktok with two cats that says: me when i’m venting and all my bf does is make jokes

he cackles to the ends of the earth and proceeds to make even more jokes

frankly, when the topic of frustration comes up with BEN’s name in the same sentence, you pretty much just think of him being the frustrating asshole in the relationship.

“BEN, give me my fucking phone back.”

he’s dangling it over your head, using the fact that he’s a floating apparition that can somehow interact with physical objects to his advantage.

once, you got so frustrated at him that you cried.

thankfully, he had the decency to pause, panic, and reflect on his actions.

“oh.” five seconds passed and your crying didn’t get better (what did he expect?). he repeated himself. “oh.”

“actually say something, you idiot!” you sobbed. and this is what snapped BEN into action. (you can’t believe you actually had to tell him to comfort you.)

“oh.” then he realized he’d just been saying “oh” like a broken record. “um.”

so he wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito, and holds you close to his chest.

“i’m sorry.”

“promise not to do it again?” you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“…i can’t promise.” you can tell he’s holding back a cheeky grin.

you whine and hit him lightly.

but you know very well that he loves you; this frustration merely comes with him as a package.

[creepy-friday]

More Creepypasta Mansion Headcanons

Warnings: dark content,violence,

blood,mental illness and drugs mentions,suggestive content

if your room is close to Jeff or Ben,you're not getting any sleep.Both of them would play loud obnoxious music;Jeff would blast metal while the blonde would play hours of techno music while gaming sounds would be heard plus inappropriate loud sounds from whatever he's watching/playing/enjoying himself to

The calmest and safest times are during breakfast or when the others eat in general,everytime someone is in the kitchen they just do their own thing and leave

EJ doesn't need sleep,so if you happen to wander the hallways at night you might bump into him

Slenderman doesn't care about anything that doesn't directly affect him,he would actually be pissed if a resident would complain about something that he doesn't care about,that's why all the creeps can be unhinged at times

One violent fight has to happen at least once per month we all know the violent motherfuckers who start it and an argument has to happen at least once per day

If you're a shy and an empathetic person then your stay in the mansion can be hell,that's why you should stick with the ones who can make your life a little bearable

Even lone wolves like EJ and Bloody Painter don't stay alone for long periods of time.If you're isolated for a long period of time you might hear the static again..some say it's Slenderman who doesn't want his creeps to be alone because the eldritch might care about them,some say that it's because their loneliness can get into their quality of work and it would piss him off

Besides the blood and the desperation,most creeps keep themselves clean,but you might see some residents like Jeff who can wear the same pair of sweatpants for 7 days in a row

If you need money you can simply go to Ben,he will either order what you need for you or make himself useful and get you some cash,altough he is a little fuck and wants something in return even if it's HIS JOB to provide the residents what they need.Maybe a blowjob under the desk will do

Drugs are easy to obtain,even Nina has a bottle of something hidden inside her room,you just have to know what you want

One of the top unspoken rules between the residents is to never,in under any circumstances,never enter another creep's room without permision,the only keys that are provided are to proxies rooms.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Can you do Masky and Toby with a reader who is scared to go to sleep like they keep seeing images of something trying to kill them?

The funny thing is that it's 1 am and I'm starting to see the shadow cat again.

Masky and Toby x Reader who is to scared to sleep

Masky

★ At first he teased you for being afraid of something that doesn't exist. However after a few days of you not getting any sleep he started to take it seriously. You know it's serious when he starts to get worried.

★ If you are scared be alone he can stay with you until you fall asleep. He tries some of the suggestions he got from the Internet to try and help you sleep. Whale noises and chamomile tea before bed are both things he will try.

★ Imagine this guy making you a cup of tea at 3 in the morning. If and when you fall asleep after not getting any sleep for days he will not let anyone wake you up. Seriously, if someone tried he would cover there mouth and drag them away.

Toby

★ Something tells me that he has had his fair share of sleepless nights. He gets it. He already likes sleeping with you (not in that way!) So having a excuse to stay with you longer is great for him, though the circumstance could be better.

★ If he thinks that you really need to sleep after a few days of staying up he would put some crushed up Benadryl into your food. It's probably not the best way to get you to sleep but at this point he's starting to really worry about you.

★ Don't tell me he wouldn't make you little spoon so he can keep his arms around you. If you try to get up in the middle of the night he will hold you against himself and tell you that you are not going anywhere.

★ He means well, but needs to find some better ways to get you to sleep. Then again you're halusinateing because of sleep deprivation so it's probably for the best that he's keeping his eyes on you.

[kisseyelessgirls]

"Stop, you're too big!"

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dubious consent, size kink, penis in vagina, reader bleeds during the act, men forcing themselves in the reader, ignoring the safe word.

MASKY

It was supposed to be a sweet, intimate moment between you and Tim.

Moaning into his mouth, you can't help but gasp out of pain, feeling him harshly biting your lower lip. It was painful the way he was tugging your lip in an aggressive way.

"Butterfly." You cried, and before you could pull away, he forced you into another kiss. "S-Stop, you're hurting me! I said butterfly!"

His grip around you was strong, almost bruising your hips in the process of his cock desperately kissing your cervix.

PUPPETEER

You shouldn't have disturbed him while he's in one of his moods.

Pinning you against the abandoned bed, the Puppeteer frustratingly ripped your clothes off. It was normal for him to put his frustrations out onto you using you as a rag doll.

"Moth! I said moth!" You desperately tried to push him as he forced himself into you.

Ignoring your wishes he continued to pound into you abusing your cunt making you bleed.

DATE: 6/12/2024

[actionjackson-org]

Silly pt. 5 ft Y/n, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, BEN, Sally, and Jeff

[sleepyboywrites]

Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.

[elvriuh]

Sleeping with Masky || Head Cannons and scenario! || My AU.

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MASKY

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Masky’s got a hard rule - no bed-sharing.

It’s like he’s got an invisible shield around him when he’s trying to sleep, and you’re not allowed to cross it.

The mere thought of you being in his space grates on his nerves.

It’s like you’re a ticking time bomb, ready to explode and disrupt his peace at any moment.

He imagines you waking up, rummaging through his meticulously organized paperwork, scattering it into chaos and turn his world upside down. Yeah, it's a nightmare scenario for him.

So, how does he handle this snooze-dilemma?

… Oh boy.

You can’t help but let out a grunt as Masky binds your wrists with an almost brutal force. You squint at him, your face contorted in pain.

“Really, Masky?! Is this your idea of a welcome party?!” You yell, your voice echoing in the room.

Masky responds with nothing more than a grunt and a rough shove. Your head collides with the cold, hard floor and a cry escapes your lips as the room spins around you for a moment.

As the spinning subsides, you close your eyes, trying to numb the throbbing pain in your wrists. Then you hear the ominous sound of footsteps approaching.

You lift your head, only to be met with the sight of a black blindfold descending over your eyes.

“Masky?! What on earth…?!” Your protest is cut short as darkness engulfs you.

And then, as if things couldn’t get any worse; to add insult to injury, he tapes your mouth shut. You thrash against your restraints and let out muffled sounds of protest. The bed creaks under Masky’s weight as he climbs onto it and something plastic lands with a thud on a drawer nearby.

‘Did he just take off his mask?’ you wonder.

You continue to struggle against your restraints, making muffled noises that echo in the silent room. But it’s no use - you’re blindfolded and helpless.

‘Why did I get stuck with this jerk?’ you thought bitterly.

And there you are - sprawled on the cold floor next to the bed while Masky gets to enjoy the comfort of the bed all by himself! Talk about getting the short end of the stick!

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[brain4heartz]

going bananas thinking abt mh while NOT WATCHING IT. FUCKED UP. SOMEONE WATCH WITH ME

vv my millionth take on “what if brian exploited tims psychosis” sorey i like making tim sad vv

^^ tbh its kind of a vent, i doodled it in a frenzy, so it looks like an entire ass, and brian doesnt look like brian ^^

[eyesforahead]

Fake scenario!

Creepypasta edition!

Edit: another scenario has been posted

What happened?!

Oh no! Zalgo has attacked the slender mansion. Luckily he's taken down. So many are fatally injured and you can only save one with your healing ability even slenderman seems to be unconscious!! (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠).

Hurry hurry time is running out!!

While some can't die or already are dead such as Sally and Ben let's pretend that Zalgo used something that's lethal for every creature.

You can only save one without dying yourself but if you decide to be a hero , who else are you gonna save? Let me know in the comment section! It doesn't just have to be those named in the poll afterall there's other's! The other's are fighting somewhere else and you're just one person so you can't be everywhere.

This is just for fun and if it make's no sense idc.

Original picture is colored and on Pinterest.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Pie || Tim x Reader. You bake Tim his favorite dessert

It’s not often that Tim feels drawn to the kitchen by a delicious smell. The only people other than him who are great at cooking in the mansion usually are Slender and Jane, and both of them are out on missions right now, leaving him both confused and intrigued by the delicious smell wafting up through the vents, until Tim finally places the smell; apple pie. Unable to resist the temptation, he makes his way downstairs to peek quickly into the kitchen, but he wasn’t expecting the sight before him.

You're bent over the kitchen island, trying to make sure the dessert before you looks as delicious as it smells, flour coating your form despite the fact that you have one of Tim's nice aprons covering most of your body. You go to wipe some sweat off your brow, but that only serves to smear some flour across your forehead. He can't help but inwardly laugh, imagining you standing there watching it bake in the oven with so much trepidation that you can't even get cleaned up while it bakes. As much as he wanted to stay hidden and keep watching from a distance you glance up, spot him by the door, and look at him like a deer in headlights. 

"I didn't think you'd be down yet." Is all you can manage to say, causing him to chuckle as he makes his way over to you.

"How could I resist the temptation of such a delicious smell?" A smile decorates his face as he stands beside you, looking down at the quite large apple pie in front of you, his hands resting on his hips.

Slender has some larger pans for when he wants to bake one thing for everyone, and it seems that was the pan you believed would be best. Tim glances at you, and you avoid making eye contact, choosing instead to stare down at the pie before you. It's noticeable that it was your first time baking such a large pie, as the lattice design you chose to do doesn't quite fit correctly, but despite that, the pie looks quite nice and smells wonderful. Tim's stomach growls, agreeing with him on that, and he can't help but laugh along with you at the noise. 

"May I try a bite?" The question leaves him with a smile, and you can't help but shift nervously before him.

"If you really want to... I wanted to make something yummy for you since you're always doing so much for me, but I wasn't sure how well it would turn out." Your voice is unconfident, and Tim shakes his head at you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug, not minding as the flour covering you spreads to him as well.

"Honey, it smells incredible. Even if it didn't, you know I'd eat it. Anything made by you is well worth eating, trust me." He presses a soothing kiss to your temple, and you can't help but sigh as you lean into him. Tim always had a way of relaxing you, and you felt the exhaustion of making such a big pie hitting you as your arms wrapped around his waist.

"If you really think you'll like it, feel free to each as much as you want." You acquiesce to him, letting go of him to cut him a slice.

Tim couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched you, grabbing a nearby plate and fork, holding the plate out to you as you delicately set the still steaming piece of pie onto it for him. You watched him anxiously, hands clasped in front of you as you breathed in deeply. He took quite a hefty first bite, chewing thoughtfully as he considered the taste, a large smile coming to his lips, nodding his head in excitement at the flavor. The tension leaves your body as you return his smile, thankful that you succeeded in making something delicious.

"You really like it?" You ask him, your smile growing as he nods at you again.

"I told you it would be well worth eating, sweetheart." He said through another mouthful of pie, and you couldn't help but laugh at him, leaping forward to wrap your arms around him in another hug. A noise of surprise slipped out of him as he lifted his plate up so you could hug him, and he smiled down at you affectionately, patting your head with his other hand. 

He reassured you as he continued eating, making comments on all the wonderful things you did while making it, like how perfectly you sliced the apples, and how you got the seasoning just right. He finished the piece without a single complaint, patting you on the head and pressing an apple flavored kiss to your lips as thanks for the meal, smiling at you lovingly as a few small giggles slipped out of you. Unbeknownst to you, however, a mischievous grin made its way onto his face as he pulled you closer.

"Although, I think there's only one thing that's more delicious than the pie..." You blinked up at him in surprise at his statement, preparing to question him on what he meant, but before you could, you let out a gasp as he scooped you off the floor and into his arms.

"And I've got it right here!" He yelled out, laughing as he took off sprinting for the stairs, your body bouncing up and down as he went, laughs tumbling out of you as you tried to cling onto him. 

[scary-lasagna]

Creep secret santa scenario?

Secret Santa

This year's Secret Santa was quite the mystery for everyone involved. Spirits seemed to darken in the colder months, despite the brightness of the Christmas lights and fireplace roaring every night. Splendor pitched the idea of a gag-gift Secret Santa for this years event. Everyone buys a gag gift for their supposed target, in the effort to either make them laugh or genuinely hate the item so much that they have to love it.

And everyone was immediately on-board, and that night after dinner, everyone drew names from the vintage top hat designated for assigning Secret Santa's.

Amazon had probably never had more confused drivers than over the next few days, driving through a creepy path in the woods to end up with an old shack disguised over the monstrous size of the manor with a sparkle of magic. Packages were placed on the kitchen table to be retrieved by the buyer at breakfast, and wrapped for Christmas Eve.

The night of Christmas Eve, everyone sat circled around the huge tree, clung into little cliques. Some creeps will get up and hobble to another group, and will cause them to erupt in laughter. Wrapping and tissue paper scattered the foyer, and the fire crackled and popped it's heat into the large room.

At the end of the night, cookies were delivered by Splendor wearing the silliest crocheted hat one could ever witness, topped with pom-poms and jingle bells that matched his tendrils, and a spiral of an out-of-order rainbow pulling it all together.

Toby's kazoo echoed throughout the walls and Ben eventually found it while Toby chewed his cookies. It took a very small amount of convincing for Jeff to smack him with his new plastic clown hammer, earning a squeal from the kazoo.

Jane adored her new ugly phone case of neon pink with a farting unicorn on it, knowing Nina spent forever picking out the gift. And Nina, confused, yet amused at the singing fish in her hands. Tim is still laughing to the point of crying because he thinks it was the funniest thing, and almost bought one for himself too.

It wasn't until after he opened his gift, he realized Toby got him one with a hot glued Santa hat.

Slender received a white tie and dress shirt, perfected with scribbles and autographs from those surrounding the Christmas tree. And Offender didn't completely hate his new reindeer loafers. Trender sat pouting like a spoiled child, receiving a sweatshirt dissing his favorite musical.

But all-in-all, everyone enjoyed their presents to some extent, even if it only served the purpose of gaining a hard laugh. And even after Christmas was over, and the colder months set in, Kate still wore her light up sketchers, and Ben will use his pink, cat-themed, gamer-girl headphones.

All is well.

[creepy-friday]

Bad Habits[Creepypasta]

Warnings: blood,violence,drugs and suggestive content

Jeff

Renewing his permanent smile whenever he feels he's getting better.Misery became his comfort.

"I'm getting better at it" he scoffed walking past you as you raised an eyebrow."I swear" a whisper not reaching your ears.

Toby

Hours of sitting in front of a screen watching people fuck each other.Pleasure might make him feel something yet the routine started to scare him.

"Nothing else is new." he stated as his head hit his hands.

Hoodie

Looking at old photos.There is a spark of hope in them,in the eyes of those faceless people,in the eyes of the boy he once was.He even had scribbled quotes on the back of them.

"Broken photos make the best pictures frames" a smile formed on his face as the man gestured to his camera.

Masky

Drugs.He has an appetite for feeling dizzy and faded whenever he has the time to.Overdosing on whatever he has and mixing it with personality switches.

"Are you fucking high again?" you asked him in a serious manner.

"Almost reaching Heaven" he dry laughed,knowing damn well.

EJ

Watching brutal gore videos whenever he feels the need to feel less bad about himself and about his actions.

"Perhaps all demons are human" he stated.

"All humans are demons". you shrugged.

[whaleofatjme1920]

From Where the Land Meets the Sea -Chapter 1

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Some fighting, wounds described but nothing too major.]

[AN: here's,,,, actual chapter 1,,,,,,, 3393 words <3]

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Prologue | Chapter 2

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Your ears felt as if they were ringing as the sounds of an ongoing fight rang from downstairs. It was a cacophony of violence. Your mother was hissing, curling curse upon curse from her lips as loud thuds from hits landing reverberated around the house. You shot up in the bed and tried hard to avoid the way your body swayed, how your vision blurred and your half awake form struggled to match the adrenaline that began to pool and rush throughout your body. 

Dizzy, you stumbled around your dark, moonlit room and found yourself leaned against your bookshelf. You squinted and moved your hands around and grasped for a weapon. “Fuck, come on,” you hissed to yourself right as your fingers wrapped around smooth glass. You gripped the item. The pads of your fingertips ran over the base that held the outline of skyscrapers and the bubbled letters of ‘Chicago’. Of course, it was a snowglobe your parents had gifted you way back when. It was one of their many random little gifts, something that they wanted you to have ‘just because’. You shook away the doubt of potentially breaking such a pretty gift but decided you needed to intervene more than be sentimental. 

That same adrenaline rushed wildly through your veins as you powered down the hallway. At that moment, you did not care about how much noise you were making. Your mind was focused on your mother and the danger she sounded to be in. When you rounded the banister to the stairs, you almost slipped down and narrowly caught yourself by gripping the rail tight, knuckle bones almost breaking free from the skin due to how taught you’d wound your hand up. Your fingers mused around the snowglobe as you crept down quickly. It’s not like you wanted to take it slow, but you needed to know what you were getting into as well. 

Panting, you watched as your mother’s posture froze for just a moment. She’d just popped up like a bright daisy on the first day of spring when the breath had been stolen from her lungs. She screeched as the hulking figure dashed forwards with murderous intent in his eyes as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and slammed her down onto the coffee table. Your eyes widened when you heard the glass shatter followed by his weight physically bearing down on her to crack the wood, nails splitting unceremoniously from their drilled holes, the creak of the splitting timber and the crisp crackle of glass as it dug deep into her flesh and spilled rubies onto the floor. 

You watched as your mother brushed the pain off and tucked her knees upwards to her chest before kicking swiftly upwards at her attacker’s torso. “God damn it!” She growled as she shoved him roughly off of her. Not wasting another second, she rose to her feet and returned the favor. Screaming something raw and bloodied, your mother jumped on him while the assailant tried to catch his breath. Her nails dug tight into his skin before upwards to his hair. Her fists pounded at him. The assailant was fairly tall. He wore a tan coat and was still panting, now cursing, from behind the white mask that donned a stereotypically female visage. He clawed wildly like a caged animal to get your mother off. 

You had a golden opportunity. He hadn’t noticed you from the darkness of the stairwell. You glanced down at the snowglobe in your hand. Could you really do it? You listened to the sounds of struggle for a few more moments before deciding that it was now or never. You hardly formed a plan while your body took flight, almost as if some greater force had switched on your sense of autopilot. You let out a ferocious battle cry and ran forward before swinging the snowglobe on the crown of his head. The glass burst. Sharp little shards fell across the man’s form like the snowflakes it once housed. Your hands were now covered in the liquid, but he had been soaked by it. Not even registering it was broken, you swung the snowglobe down again and let the jagged edges embed into his skull as he yelled in pain. 

His rough hands reached around and threw you off of him before attempting to pry your mother off of him. 

You caught his gaze for just a moment. Deep, dark brown eyes met your own. They were wide, and his skin looked pale. It was like you were a ghost to him, an apparition that should not be. His body language told you he didn’t think you were worth the trouble physically, but your very presence had somehow changed everything. The masked man slammed his back against the wall, letting your mother take the brunt of it and coughed loudly when she finally slithered off of him like she was boneless. 

“Mom!” You cried out as you rushed forwards. Your fingers curled tight around his bicep as you helped her back up. 

“Reader? What the hell are you doing down here?” She asked in an exasperated tone. It didn’t sound like she was that upset with you, but rather the entirety of the situation. She was exhausted. Her breathing was labored, and much too quick. Her thousand-yard stare told you she was starting to see stars. 

You brushed away the pain that bloomed across your body in order to answer her properly. “Helping you! Where’s dad?” You asked in a hurry. You draped your mother’s arm over your shoulders and began to haul her away from the living room. You just wanted her to be away from the conflict, or at least get a head start from it. 

The man clad in the tan coat narrowed his dark eyes at you. With annoyance, he brushed his fingers through his hair and shook away the glass and flicked away tiny remnants of a city called ‘Chicago’. His shoulders squared like he was going to rush you again. He slowly reached his hand up to dig around in his coat pocket. Gradually, he came closer. His shoes scuffed the hardwood floors. 

You could hear your heart drum in your chest as the barrel of a gun glinted in the light. Is this what it’s like when people say your life flashes before your eyes?

Your mother’s eyes widened as she began to push you out of the way. “N-!” Before the plea could be uttered from her lips, your father swung open the front door. His eyes were burning with a rage you did not know he was capable of holding, pain, and ire, a soft sadness all the same wore themselves on his face. He growled as he took over the masked man, his teeth bared while he snarled curse after curse. “Get them out of here!” He finally boomed as the hurt grew tenfold in his eyes. 

You saw the most curious thing as your mother began to usher you out - the masked man was elated. There was joy and energy in the way he danced for death with your father. 

“Let’s go!” Your mother breathed quickly. She held your arm tightly. It was an interesting feeling, the way her steps became a little more powerful as the two of you made your way to the backdoor. The cuts on her face, they’d looked so much smaller than when you first caught sight of her. Her back didn’t seem to be giving her any problems despite being thrown on top of the coffee table. 

You glanced backwards just to ensure your father’s safety as your mother pushed you closer and closer to the door. Your hand had just barely wrapped around the knob to open it when the masked man kicked your father in the stomach, sending him flying back the wall. “No!” You exclaimed in horror as you attempted to break free from your mother’s grasp to help. 

Your mother pulled the backdoor open and shoved you through it before slipping out herself. Her brows furrowed as she shook her head. This was not your fight. 

The backyard was normally a very welcome sight. In the summer, roses would bloom here. You had a few blueberry bushes, elderberry bushes, hydrangea, a whole vegetable garden you and your parents had lovingly cultivated since you were small but now, the shadows seemed much too dark. The moon was high in the night sky at this point, just barely blue and peered down at the two of you like the watchful eye of a being that had no discernable face. 

The two of you began to hobble towards the back gate. It’s clear now that whatever your mother had acquired physically during her battle with the masked man had finally begun to take its toll on her. The wound on her midsection had split open like the delicate skin of a soup dumpling and spilled red broth from her body. She scowled when you ripped off a piece of your shirt and began to apply pressure. She wanted to quip that she’d just bought it for you when the shadows shifted near the bushes of the back gate. 

Gods, release had seemed so close. 

Your mother’s eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. The hairs on the back of her neck raised while she fixed her stance to something more confident. It was that of a warrior, not the wounded. It was clear that she did not want to make the first move, but she knew the cowards would not come out first unless provoked. “No more playing games,” she called out, her voice strong and unwavering. “Show yourself.” 

Answering her prayers came a man wielding hatchets. His frame was strong, but relatively wiry. He was tall and just a bit gangly, but the way he looped and twirled the handles of his weapons conveyed a sense of arrogance and joy that mirrored the same energy from the man still fighting with your father in the house. His neck cracked unnaturally to the left, then to the right before he was joined by a… person… wearing a white hoodie. The mask that sat upon their face looked dirty, but planned that way. This was no thoughtless design, but one that gave an eerie edge to its wearer. 

The two of them glanced at each other before sharing a single nod. The one with hatchets stepped forward, cracked his knuckles loudly, and then jumped. 

“Watch it!” Your mother yelled as she pushed you off from her. 

You yelped and tumbled down to the grass. You braced for impact and grunted at how the earth rose roughly upwards to meet you. Cursing under your breath, you attempted to rise and help your mother when the one wearing the white hoodie pounced. “Fuck!” You exclaimed as you unnaturally rolled around the grass to try and get them off. 

Their legs held tight around your midsection as they clawed at you like a wild animal with growling and hiss ign to accompany their actions! Eventually they pried your hands away from your neck and wrapped their rough, calloused hands hard against your throat. Their thumbs dug deep into your windpipe as your eyes rolled upwards. 

Your hands desperately clawed at the earth for anything you could use to avoid getting choked to death. Feeling around, your fingertips just barely clipped the edge of a decorative rock you’d made when you were a child. The paint had rendered some part of it smooth, but you didn’t care. Gripping it tightly for all it was worth, you swung the rock hard and upwards against the attacker’s face. 

They yowled like a wounded animal and rolled off of you. 

You pushed their legs off of your body and looked down at them. You held your breath as you raised your foot and brought it down on their head. It wasn’t hard enough to kill them, but you knew with a force like that that they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon either. “Mom,” you whispered at the budding realization she had to take someone on by herself. Whipping your head around towards the sound of the outside commotion, you saw your mother. 

In one of her hands was the man’s other hatchet. There was a certain elegance and grace to the way that she blocked and landed hits. You watched her move some more. Her form wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t the cleanest either. She was a bit sloppy, but that could be because of the bloodloss. There was a miniscule, barely present gleam in her eyes from the way they traded hits. 

Where… No, WHEN did mom learn to fight? 

Not having long to dwell on your mother’s fighting skills, the tide changed. Caught just off guard long enough, the hatchet holding man swung the blunt edge of his remaining hatchet on her temple. An awful crack echoed through the night. He raised his leg, wound it up and kicked her hard in the chest to push her back down to the earth. His movements were calculated and quick as he straddled her waist and raised his hatched high. 

The backdoor swung open followed by the familiar face of your father. Relying on reflex, he hurled the remnants of the snowglobe at the hatchet man’s face which clocked him right between the eyes. 

A groan emitted from his lips that sounded like it was the socially polite thing to do rather than an actual physical response as your mother pushed him off of her. She panted deeply and motioned for your father to join her. She was in no state to keep fighting, not like this. The wound on her abdomen was going to weigh her down, and your father’s adrenaline would wear off sooner than later. On the grass laid the man who was hit with the snowglobe. He seemed to be in some form of physical pain due to how good of a fight your mother had put up. 

Seeing he was in a much better physical state than your mother, he did the heavy lifting as he sprinted over and scooped the two of you up. Your parents shared a quick glance with each other as if they conversed without moving their lips as they rolled you towards the back gate. 

“Wait, wait-” you gasped when they launched you over it. Wide eyed, you stared up at them, them and their broken forms. “What about you guys?” You asked, seemingly already aware that they would leave themselves behind for your benefit. 

Your mother shook her head and hushed you. “Look, there’s no time to explain. You just need to go.” She glanced over her shoulder as a precaution and shuddered at how unnaturally the two laid out on the back lawn began to stand up. Through the backdoor, the masked man joined them. Their steps were slow, like they were toying with the three of you as they stalked closer and closer. “We’ll find you later,” she whispered. Her shaking lips connected with your forehead. Her hands were warm, cut up, but warm as they caressed your face like she did when you were small. 

You looked wildly between the two and felt your heart lurch. You turned your attention to your father and tried to find comfort in him. You were still praying, hoping, screaming in your head for this to all be a dream turned into a nightmare. “But-”

“But nothing. Keep your head on a swivel.” He gently reached his hand up to brush your cheek before turning around at the sound of steps growing ever closer. He frowned that the moment with his child had been ruined but focused on keeping that child safe. 

You took in a deep breath and watched as your parents rolled their shoulders and shared a similar glance between each other that the hatchet wielding man and white hoodie wearing person gave one another earlier as if they were mirroring their confidence and power. You looked out at the dark forest that laid ahead of you, and ran. 

Hot, thick tears welled in your eyes as you booked it towards the treeline before finding yourself swallowed whole by the dense forest that lived directly behind your home. You let the tears cascade down your cheeks as you haphazardly ran over roots and foliage. 

“You let them get away? I’ll kill you myself!” One of the three yelled in hot rage. 

You winced at the sound of it but kept running. Fuck, they’d be looking directly for you now. 

You mentally cursed the world for having cried the morning before. The slippery leaves made running safely an impossibility, and the tree tops were so thick here that the light of the moon could not penetrate through them shrouding you in an uncomfortable darkness. It was stupid to keep running during such unsafe conditions. If you kept it up like this, you would be bound to be captured from dumb decision making alone. 

Your body sucked in the oxygen fast as you struggled to get your breathing down to a normal pace. You paused and rested your hands on your knees, bent over slightly and breathed the air greedily. After a brief point of recalibration, you heard the shuffling of the woods around you. It was unnatural to anything else you had heard, so you got down and nestled in the roots of a tree. Your fingers curled around a large rock, but your vision stayed on the faint lights of your house that cut through the cold darkness. 

“Found you,” a low voice says. 

You screech wildly as they wrestle you down to the ground. You wriggle and pull at them, then push some more and repeat the process. You try your hardest to fight your way free. “Let me go, you bastard!” You exclaim, more than upset you can’t see their face to identify them so you can turn them into the cops when you escape. 

While the thick blanket of treetops obscures their face from view, you could feel how annoyed they truly were with you in the moment. It’s that same annoyance that led them to wrapping their hands around your throat and squeezing before you could even try and continue cursing them out. 

You felt your body weaken as your arms grew slack. As you quietly huffed, you listened to your kidnapper take in deep, labored breaths. 

“You are exhausting,” they mumbled. 

“Don’t touch me,” you tiredly wisped out as you absentmindedly pawed at their chest. You groaned in disapproval when they stood and caught their breath, lifting you in their strong arms as if you were a minor inconvenience to their overall plans. They reached one hand under your shoulder, the other under your knee and began to walk. 

You frowned and wiggled. “Put me down,” you half mindedly whispered. 

“Stop,” they warned. 

You wriggled more in a vain attempt to free yourself. 

More than tired of your antics, they knelt down against the earth and rested your lower half on the damp soil. They listened with more than enough grace and patience as you yowled and hissed at them while they reached into their back pocket. “Alright, time to shut up and get some sleep,” they mused more to themself than you as they pressed a neatly folded cloth flush against your face. They made sure every breath you took was filtered by the rag. 

You tried to grab at their wrist to move them off but found in your weakened state you held no real power. With exhaustion washed over your system, you let them carry you again. You sleepily hung onto consciousness while your limbs swayed with each step. Leaves and twigs crunched softly under their boots. Traversing the woods at night seemed to come like second nature to them. 

They smelled of whiskey. They smelled of burning campfires. They smelled just barely of gasoline. They smelled of cigarettes. 

The owls high in the trees cooed softly while the crickets hung up their instruments. This part of the woods grew colder despite the dogs of summer still running high amongst the fields. Something old draped itself over your form. You finally saw the light of the moon again. 

[flowylightwitch]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day, I’d like to make a request about uh smile dog, PLATONIC of course. Like uh gender neutral reader hanging out with smile dog?? I don’t know how it’ll go but try your best if possible, you don’t have to do it if you can’t think of anything

this idea is so cute although  im really bad at writing scenarios  i’ll try my best . I know I procrastinated a lot, sorry

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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

After days of “working”  you needed to go on a walk to clear your mind,  despite the cold weather of october,  you sat  against a tree nearby to rest . Minutes after, you heard leafs scrunching, you didn't bother to look, mabey a rabbit or fox roaming around, you relaxed letting your mind focusing on the sound of forest.

But once we're interrupted again by feeling presence who started sniff, you opened your eyes for surprise wasn't a fox or wild animals, it was smile dog.

You looked around for his owner, he wasn't nearby with didn't surprise you, smile dog usually walks alone and then returns to him.

-hey, boy are you walking alone again?- you pat it's head

Smile dog sat beside you you noticed the wet paws

- I see you you were again near the pond- you continue to brush the fur with you fingers. Smile dog lay down while you continue to pet him. You're proud of yourself, smile dog is social and curious but he doesn't let everyone to pet him in this way.

You staying silence petting him while he rested on the floor for a good hour. It was getting dark, you didn't want to go home in the dark and with the cold of autumn.

Smile dog got up the moment you did,

-I have to go now, you should too - you pet his head as a goodbye

He went back from were he came like he understood you before.

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Thanks for requesting and again sorry for not writing it before. My inbox is always open 💖

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Old as balls but enjoy

Imagine...

You tossed and turned in your bed, still being unable to fall asleep. Your back felt cold and your hands were clammy from all of the sweat that was dripping down your skin. It has been like this for the past month now and you had no idea how to make it stop.

You were constantly paranoid because you felt as though you were being watched. While going to school, while in class, while out with friends, while sleeping... You always felt this strange feeling and you hated it. You kept telling yourself that you were just imagining things, that your mind was you playing some dumb tricks on you. You came to the conclusion that you were just reading too many scary stories and watched too many horror movies, so for a while you stoped enjoying both of those things in order to calm yourself down.

It didn't help at all.

You always felt someone's eyes piercing at you from the back of your neck and it became a habbit of yours to look behind your shoulder. You tried telling your friends and family about this, but they either ignored your complaints or they just laughed off, reassuring you that your brain was just making everything up. For a short while, you believed them, you really did. It made no sense if you had a stalker, why would anyone take such an obsessive interest with someone as plain as you? You were just a regular person, living a totally normal life. You kept chanting that in your head for days on end, and you almost believed it.

That's when the notes started.

Someone had been delivering small notes to your locker, your bag and sometimes even on the table you sat in class. The notes weren't anything special, they were just regular small pieces of paper that contained small but simple messages. They even contained a few tips from time to time as well.

"That shirt looks so cute on you, wouldn't you agree?"

"Good morning babe.♡"

"Good luck on your test today!"

"You dropped this pen earlier and I knew you would need it, so I delievered it to your locker to you. Your welcome."

"Don't go anywhere near Mr. Brown today. He's angrier then usual, and if you approach him, he might just take out his anger on you..."

Sometimes the notes were just filled with random little hearts with your name written right in the middle of them. At first you were mad because you thought that one of your friends was pulling a prank on you. You confronted them all about the issue, but everyone denied it. In the end they all spoke the truth since none of their handwritting matched the one that was on the notes. You were back to a dead end, and it frustrated you to no end. All you could do was accept the notes, while not realizing that real danger was just around the corner.

He followed you everywhere you went, he could almost be considered your shadow by this point. The only time that Masky ever returned back to the mansion was if Slenderman himself ordered him to. After all, he did have missions to complete and he could never deny his boss. But he always finished quickly and he always came back running to his darling. He knew that he was being creepy, but he honestly didn't care. In a way, he almost liked seeing her scared. It gave him a thrill like nothing else did so Masky just continued with all of the things he was doing. The knocks on the windows, her items and clothing dissapearing, he was the one to blame for all that. He wanted to make his presence known to his darling, but he knew that the time just was not right yet. So for now, the only safe way for him to express his love was through these little pesky notes. But soon enough, he would have his darling. He was going to take her, and she was going to fall for him. She gets no choice in the matter, she will love him...

And if she refuses to... Well, it isn't hard to track down her friends and then he could give her a piece of his mind...

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Due to popular demand, I'll start writing for Creepypastas! It's been a while since I went anywhere near this fandom, so bear with me here...