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Detention ~ CreepyPasta Taylor Anderson, a relatively shy ninth grader who lives in Washington. She was sent to detention for just one too many tarties, simple reason. It was in room 2. She's heard about a few tales about room 2 and how something just wasn't,right, about it. But those are just stories to scare people on Halloween with... right? In the room were 2 windows(both closed with the blinds down), 4 desks... She never liked that number. Taylor was always a very superstitious person, and 4 was known as the "unlucky" number. What was really strange was that there was around 20 students there; but there were obviously not nearly enough desks for everyone. Why were there so many in the first place? And where was the teacher?
She sat in the desk closest to the door so she could leave right away when it was over. She took out a book, extremely nervous. She could feel something staring at her, making a chill run up her spine. Suddenly she felt someone breathing down he
“This way, Pewdie!” I commanded, while pointing my sword to the right. I did it even though he couldn’t see me. All he could see was the small golden statue in his hand, but he heard me. That small object was the connection between his world and mine.
“Ok, Stephano.” He replied. I walked down the dark, molded hallway next to my best bro. I wore a golden long-sleeve shirt, flats, & jeans which were underneath a long skirt. My hair tied up underneath my turban.
Something was… DIFFERENT, about this custom mod. It’s so cold… It felt a bit eerie, being in the west wing. Like it usually does when the game isn’t played; when the castle is our home… when the dangers are horrifyingly real!
Do you remember Bluey? Or Sammy Sue? Probably not. To you it may just look like he just forgot about those characters. But in reality, they died. When amnesia is like that if you die, it’s for good. There are no respaw
Creepypasta: Mirror, MirrorCreepypasta: Mirror, Mirror
Humans are vain, self-absorbed creatures. If I, once a trusted angel and now a Daemon of myth, am aware of that, then surely they know it on at least some basic level too. My eventual corruption and fall from grace should come as no surprise; I suspect Adonai himself always had his doubts in my purity. I am after all in a prime position to see them at their most selfish and otiose as well. You see, I am a shapeshifter who dwells in the space between the mirror and the reflection.
In my newfound role I stalk my chosen victim through the reflective surfaces in his or her abode. I imitate their every movement as they preen in front of my chosen mirror. I look on from the polished surface with disgust as they bitch and moan under their breath about first-world problems. And just when I can’t stand them any longer, that is when I start to have my fun.
I begin to purposely put flaws in my imitation, and as they look at me thinking they see their own reflecti
Jeff the killer x awakened!reader.
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Cold sweat was running down on your skin, your forehead was covered by (h/c) bangs plastered on your skin, your hands were shaky and your gaze was upon Jeff who was looking back at you with pleading eyes,
"Jeff..I don't think I'm ready..." your voice trembled,
"It'll be okay (name)" He comforted you,
"B-b-but it's too hot" you wiped your forehead with the back of your palm,
"You just have to swallow it quickly" Jeff said to you getting ready,
"Please just let me a little bit Jeff" you pleaded him,
In no time Jeff grabbed you by your nose and shoved a spoonful of hot chicken soup in your mouth, you immediately swallowed it and started coughing for air,
"I swear to God Jeff I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to my hamster" you cursed at him angrily.
Mute Reader X Creepypasta: Jeff the Killer part 5Y/N Pov
Damn! Damn it all!! First this weird man comes trying to kill me, then I'm almost raped by some stranger!! I need to get out of these woods....!! I then stop to take a break, running sure made me tired and I think I lost that guy.... I then noticed a giant tree different from the others and a note with a weird symbol on it. The symbol was a circle with an X overlapping it. I grab the note from the tree and a cold breeze passed, making my H/L, H/C hair blow in the wind... I then sense something....is someone...watching me?
Another human has fallen for my trap....Silly Human you are my prey and nothing can stop me...
END CHARTER 5
Mute Reader X Creepypasta : Jeff the Killer part 7(This is gonna be the most shortest chapter ever!! :3 and a huge cliff hanger!)
I walk slowly and listen carefully to hear if that rapist or that killer might come and get me. Then I hear some rustling through the bushes, I turn around quickly and see a creature that looks as if it's human but it's body is very skinny and it has black beady eyes with very long claws. It makes a hungrily growls and leaps towards me and slashes my leg, I squeak and fall down. Then the creature tries to pull me in the bushes to probably kill me and eat me. My eyes sight becomes blurry and start to cry in defeat. Until I see that killer with the weird face again!! But he's fighting the monster!! But that's the last thing I see before everything goes dark.....
END CHARTER 7
Mute Reader X Creepypasta : Jeff the Killer part 8Y/N Pov
I awake in a dark room with only a little light coming from the window that is boarded up with wood, I get up slightly then pain shoots up my body from my leg. I hiss a little in pain and sit down on the bed, I need to figure out where I am and how I can escape and go back home and forget everything. I get up again and slowly walk over to the door, I turn the knob and walk out, I look around and see that I'm in a long corridor filled with doors and names on them and a picture at the end of the hall with a man in a fine suit and no face. I walk slowly down the corridor quiet as possible until I made a loud creaking sound on the wooden floor, I stopped and waited a moment my breath hitched in my throat and nothing came. I sigh deeply and continue to walk slowly until I heard a cough to bring my attention, I turned around and saw him.
Jeff 's Pov
"Ahem! You're not going anywhere in your condition..." I said, her eyes started to water and I was afraid she was going to cry again so
My Room: Creepypasta x reader (BEN Drowned)...27.
That was the number of the key.
Your mind was more occupied thinking about with what kind of sane person would stay in such a weird hotel in the middle of the forest. But the though of how many rooms that hotel had stormed through you mind a few seconds before being interrupted by a loud noise from outside.
You looked quickly at the door, seeing the blue haired girl. A little bit of blood flew from the top of her face, and her obvious fake smile was unerving.
After a few minutes of a REALLY akward silence, she spoke.
"Don't worry, it's not mine."she said, letting a nervous laugh and pointing her forehead, like she supposed at any moment that saying that would help.
You just gave her an unsure look and laughed too. But then the girl harshly grabbed your bag and started looking inside, and your smile turned into a frown. What was she doing?!
You were about to grab your bag when she suddenly dropped something and a closed it.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" you said, feeling c
Mute Reader X Creepypasta: Jeff the Killer part 6SlenderMan Pov
I watch as the girl look at my note with a puzzled look. She will a tasty treat I thought as my blank face grows a sharp mouth drooling in the thought of that girl in my stomach...! She looked both ways and heads deeper into the woods. This is my chance!
I look at the note with a confused face. What does this sign mean?? I feel like I've seen this before...Oh well, I put the note In my pocket and head deeper into the woods to go back home... I'm so tired and I feel like this night is never gonna end...I sigh in a annoyed manner and fold my arms...Where's home when you need it?!
I watch as MY Y/N walk through the woods in a foul manner, oh how I love the way she moves, her shiny E/C eyes and l/H flowing h/C hair in the wind. Damn she looked beautiful and I wanted her so bad! So i vowed to protect her. In anyway!!
Why does Masky like this girl? I mean, she's just a human to me! What's so special about her?! I stare at Masky as he stares a
Just a little girl ((JeffxReader)) 2 "A kitten!" You squealed running up to Crimson holding the white piece of fluff. " Uh huh. Found it where Slendy hunts!"
Jeff finally catched up to you breathing heavily."(y/n)!" Smiling sheepishly you turn around and face the killer." Sorry Jeff... She found something though!" He looked at you inquisitively as you turn to hold the creature. " She found a kitten!"
You burst out grinning. " I should'a known it had something to do with a damn animal..." He mumbled looking at the cat.
" And a black cat at that! no wonder he's from this place!" Eyes widening you look at the small feline again. Sure enough, it was indeed black. You turn back to Crim. " Where is the white one?" " Right there....." She points to the white cat that reappeared in your arms. "What?"
You take a step back and stand straight forward between the two pastas. Then something strange happened. The cat that was in your arm, jumped out onto the ground, changing into two differ
Why? - CreepypastaWhy? - Creepypasta (Feelspasta)
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Why can’t I see?
Why is it so lonely here?
Is anyone there?
Does anyone care?
Why does everyone hate me?
Is it impossible for me to be loved?
Why is this place so cold?
Why can’t I feel the ground?
Am I just floating in an empty void?
Does anyone know that I am here?
Does anyone know that I existed at all?
What is wrong with me?
Why am I bleeding?
What happened to me?
Why can’t I remember anything?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Do I know you?
How did you get here?
Why do you ignore me?
Why can’t you see me?
Why don’t you hear me?
Why can’t I speak?
Why can’t I run?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do you walk away?
Wait, what are these images?
What am I trying to remember?
Why am I lying on the ground?
Why can’t I move?
Why is there so much blood?
Who is across the room?
Why is that person walking away?
Why does it look like you?
Why did you do it?
Why did you kill me?
Why do you hate me?
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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