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Shades Of Red

Creepypasta x Fem Reader

⚠️DISCLAIMERS⚠️

Masky and Hoodie belong to the creators of Marble Hornets. Ticci Toby belongs to Kastoway. All Creepypasta characters belong to their rightful owners!

Chapter 1 | Crimson Red

TW: Slight Gore? Mentions of blood! Foul language!

Blood...spilled all over the floor with the remains of an innocent. Bloodshot eyes staring lifelessly with no emotion, face covered in streams of crimson red. Their mouth gaped open after they have let out their final breath, yet a scream.

You recall the scream, being full of loud pleading, begging for mercy, begging you for mercy. Hoping for some remorse or some sort of sympathy in your eyes as you put a bullet through their head.

The person got to close into finding us. Almost all of them do, and yet the outcome is always the same...death. If only they had knew better, every last one of them.

Sure, what you do isn't morally right or humane at all. But goddamn you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting tired of this bullshit. Why couldn't they just leave you and your family alone?

You suddenly feel someone softly shake you, breaking you from your train of thoughts. You slowly look at the lanky man standing in front of you as you regain consciousness of reality.

"G-g-get your h-head in the game." Is all he said, raspiness and quickness in his voice. Yellow goggles is what you see, stained with small splashes of blood but behind them are concerned yet stern maroon eyes. Toby...

You gave him a nod and kneeled down, quickly began taking out cleaning supplies from your backpack. Toby walks to the body and drags it away to the door, he then turns his head to your direction giving you one last glance before he left. He couldn't read your facial expressions due to the fact that you were wearing your mask, one that you've never taken off.

He shakes his head slightly while sighing and gets back to what he was doing, closing the door behind him. He wished you would trust him into letting him see your face. He may not let you see his face but that's only because he has an ugly scar.

He doesn't have a problem with showing his face to the others but for some reason can't muster up the courage to show himself to you. He fears that if you see his face you'll run away in fear...

Before you could clean up you notice someone kneeling next to you. "Do you know how many times I had to call your name?" A stoic, masculine voice asked. You turn around, faced with a ski mask, two red dots for eyes and a red, upside down, curved line that serves as a frown. Hoodie.

"You know, this isn't like you." He muttered as he slowly got up. You cock your head to the side with a small smile behind your mask. "Well how do you know this isn't like me?" You said with slight amusement. Hoodie shakes his head disapprovingly but let's out a hum of acknowledgment. 

Hoodie was always professional but when he was with you he couldn't help but feel "alive". He wasn't the type to go around having a laugh with everyone like he used to in college. But he couldn't help but want to be closer to you, having moments like the one you guys shared make his heart flutter. Hoodie softly pats your back and gets up to get back to work.

You started to clean the floor making sure there wasn't a single speck of blood, as if nothing had happen. A few minutes passed by and after making sure everything was spotless you got up and gather your cleaning supplies, correctly putting them in their designated area in the backpack. E.J and Jane would be proud.

Before you could get up you noticed a gloved hand extended out towards you, you then look up and see a porcelain, feminine mask. The right hand man of the Operator, Masky. It was out of character for him since you two supposedly "hate" each other. You see, you both are extremely proficient and loyal, going hand-to-hand towards The Operator aka The Slenderman.

Because of this he felt threatened that you were going to steal his spot that he so worked hard for, broken bones, blood, sweat and tears all down a drain of misery. You bit back your tongue, not letting yourself getting carried away and insult the man, you didn't hate him nor did you like him, you sometimes just like messing with him.

You decided to accept the helping hand. You swiftly get on your feet, slightly bumping into his amber, dirty, jacket. He scoffed, "Watch it you idiot." He snarled at you. Before you could bite back at him he quickly walks away.

You didn't get him, you knew he was bipolar, well almost everyone is but he was different about it. He had terrible mood swings. He would insult you with his words, venom laced in his voice and yet his actions speak a different story.

Masky felt embarrassment, he couldn't look bad in front of you. He couldn't help but feel shy around you which was odd since he was always stern and strict, head held high while setting an example towards the other proxies.

You brushed it off and grabbed your back pack, finished with your job you went outside of the cabin. Toby didn't seem to notice your presence walking up to him since he was cutting the victims limbs off and putting them in bags. You then look at the small hole in the ground. "Didn't feel like digging a big hole huh?" You mused at him.

"Damn straight," Toby huffed out. You let out a soft chuckle while grabbing a pair of pliers out of your backpack. You then carefully started to pull the victims teeth out, making sure you get all of them because of the victim's dental record.

"Is Hoodie a-a-and Masky done r—rummaging t-the place?" Toby asked while he gathered all the bags fill with limbs, placing them in the hole and covering it back up with a shovel he got from dirty, sad looking, red truck that had lost its original color. You remember when Jeff told you the story on how he stole the truck in order to make up for the other broken ones he crashed.

"Judging by the size of the cabin, probably." Toby hummed as you both looked back at the cabin. As if on cue, both Masky and Hoodie come out of the cabin with two full backpacks. You and Toby hurriedly get in the backseat of the truck following by Masky in the drivers seat and Hoodie in the passenger seat.

You hear the engine start as you lift your legs up and putting them on Toby's lap while he was quickly putting on his seatbelt, earning a side glare from the man although he did nothing to stop it. You laid back, looking up at the roof of the truck you see old gum and bumps imprinted on the roof, probably the work of Jeff.

You feel Toby nervously move which made you slowly lift you head up to find Toby's hands clutch onto his thighs as if his life depended on it. He sat up straight, chest puffing in and out quicker than usual.

You had your suspicions that Toby was...afraid when it came to riding a vehicle. Although you don't know why, you didn't want to overstep boundaries and ruin your friendship with him. Wanting to provide some sort of comfort you decided to sit up and sit closer to him.

Surprisingly, you noticed him still not paying attention to you, you nudged your knee against his. He turned his head towards you and before he could say anything you propped your head on his shoulder, playfully nuzzling your head into him. He tensed up but slowly he seemed to relax, slightly resting his head onto yours.

Silence fills the truck, the low engine and bumps on the road serving as background noises while everyone gets lost in their thoughts. A small smirk was slowly planted on your lips as a mischievous idea popped into your head. You were going to mess with Masky a bit.

"Are we going to stop for McDonalds on the way back?" You abruptly said. Toby let out a snort while Masky looked up at the rear mirrors. He clenched his jaw and clutched the driving wheel tightly in envy when he saw you and Toby comfortably resting on each other.

"You've got McDonalds money?" Hoodie played into your banter. You press your foot against the drivers seat. "Yo Masky, my man, we're friends right?"

"You do know you could've check for the victims wallet right?" Masky mutters. "Fuck am I going to do that for?" You said, acting dumbfounded.

"Money dumbass," He sneered. You turned your head and looked at Toby. "Shit, hey Toby, do you think they're going to accept Monopoly money?"

"Y-yesterday you c—couldn't even a-afford a piece of b-b-bubblegum, you just shoplifted." He said with amusement in his eyes.

"You know, if you two would've gotten caught for stealing a pack of bubblegum, I would've put my hands on you bitches." Hoodie playfully said.

"You not putting your hands on anyone, looking like Jack in the box mascot if he were on crack."  Toby and Hoodie laughed while Masky tried to hold in his, only letting out a quiet snort.

Slowly the laughter died down and overcame comfortable silence. You suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wash over you, which is something you get rarely. "Wake me up when we get there." You purposely whispered close in Toby's ear making him tensed up. You let out a hum of contentment, then slowly rested your head on his lap and closed your eyes, giving in into a dreamless sleep.

Sometimes you had nightmares, other times you had...alright but weird dreams, but for the most part you didn't have dreams or nightmares, which was good. Although you didn't sleep much, almost no one did in this line of work...

Toby felt as the world stopped around him, you laying there peacefully, vulnerable, he could only focused on your soft breathing. Out of the three, you probably trusted him the most, and it makes him happy knowing that. He softly patted you head while he look out the window, a small smile started to form on his lips. It was dark outside, the only thing illuminating the place is the bright moon and the trucks broken headlights that flicker.

The mission didn't take long but it did came in late, humans were starting to get smarter and were close to exposing us. Luckily we were able quickly dispose of the situation but that meant we had to wake up around 2 a.m. It explains why you were acting different and been zoning out the whole mission. It was at least past 4 a.m. already, EJ was probably waiting back at the manor.

"Were going to crash if you don't get those headlights fixed." Hoodie looked at Masky, pointing out the obvious. "Yeah I know," Is all Masky could say with a tired sigh before continuing. "I'll have to ask Jeff to help me...if that bastard is even up for the task."

Hoodie hummed and looked over to you, hoping to hear your opinion, he was a bit taken aback when he saw you resting on Toby. He would kill to be in Toby's place right now, he thought. "We're almost there, you should probably wake her up." Hoodie whispered to Toby in attempt to not wake you up.

Masky overhearing Hoodie scoffed at how slothful you were acting. He was exhausted too but that didn't mean he can slack off, it's important to set an example to the lower proxies even if they weren't watching. But deep down Masky felt some sort...consolation knowing that you are resting. He's hard on you but that's only because he cares about you but that's something he will never admit, a secret that he is going to take to his grave.

Toby looked down upon your resting body, he feels bad for having to wake you up but he could just help you to your room. "We're here," Masky said as he parked the truck in front of the manor. Toby gently shaked you awake making you stir a bit before you slowly got up and opened your eyes.

Outside the manor, Ej was sitting on the steps, one of his legs slightly bouncing. He had a medical kit waiting for the four of you incase of injuries. He wasn't pleased when he found out he had to stay up late, you had to convince him to cooperate. Surprisingly, he decided to comply.

"I'll go park the truck in the garage, Hoodie, I need you to go get Jeff and tell him that he needs to help me fix the trucks headlights. I don't care how you do it just get him." Masky instructed.  Toby and Hoodie quickly got off the truck while you took your time, Masky let out an annoyed huff.

You had a feeling you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. You felt sore, all you just wanted to do was lay on your bed, stare at the ceiling, and think about how your life has come to this point.

You finally got out and watched Masky drive away as Ej gets up from the steps and hastily walk over to you, almost worried. "How was the mission? Were there any casualties?"

"Y'know we're right here right?" Hoodie said but Ej ignored him and gave his whole attention towards you.

"Nope, although it was hard to get in the cabin but for the most part it was pretty easy. Don't worry that pretty yet psycho head of yours." You poked at Ej hooded head. Ej softly smacked your finger away while nodding at you as you both walked into the manor, Toby and Hoodie following behind.

You were surprisingly met with a pair of brothers, Jeff and Lui, they were both bickering and didn't seem to notice the four of you walking in. Jeff seem to notice you first as his smile started to slowly grow wider, almost similar like Cheshire Cat.

"I'm surprised you're not dead." Jeff pushed Lui to the side as he made his way towards you. Lui's enraged face slowly calmed down after he seeing you, his anger died down and was overcame with relief. "I can say the same thing for you." Hoodie crosses his arms, coming to your defense.

You rolled your eyes, irritated. You then lazily turned to Lui, ignoring Jeff. "I'm surprised you're not asleep." You softly said to him, staring into his exhausted emerald eyes. "Not with this one lurking at night." Lui pointed his thumb towards Jeff making him childishly stick his tongue out at him. "Anyways, are you alright, no offense but you look dreadful." You scoffed, Lui had a small, shy, smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm alright, I'm just tired that's all." You mumbled. "If you don't mind, let me walk you to your room." Lui offered. Jeff have him a baffled look as if he just grown two heads. Before you could accept you were interrupted. "That's very kind of you Lui, such a gentleman." Jeff said with a high pitch tone as twirled his greasy strand of hair.

At this point you were too tired to argue with anyone and just let Lui pull you away to the stairs. "You do know she can walk herself to her room." Ej annoyingly said while glaring behind his mask at Lui's back, the rest of the other killers silently agreed. "You do know I didn't ask." Lui gave him a side glare.

"C'mon Jeff," Hoodie bumped into him as he made his way into the dark night. "What for!?" Jeff said confused. "You n-need to help Masky f-f-fix the t—truck." Toby quietly said as he walks pass him. "Aww, fuck!" Toby heard Jeff yell as he ran a hand through his long, oily, jet black hair.

Toby hastily walked to his room, wanting to get this day finished already. Toby thought to himself, he wasn't handsome or badass like the other guys he was just...Toby. Before he could enter his room he watched you ruffle Lui's hair, causing Lui to blush. He gave one last glance before he made his way inside, he doesn't have a chance.

You bid your goodbyes to Lui, softly shutting the door. You quickly undress yourself, the cold air making you hiss. You ripped you mask off and place it next to the bed side table, you then take a deep breath.

You changed into comfortable clothes and plop yourself on your hard-matted bed, slightly groaning from the action. You pull your thin sheets over your cold, shivering, body and force your eyes shut.

A few moments after the door suddenly flew open making you quickly sit up. Thinking it was Jeff, you grab your knife from under your pillow and quickly put on your mask.

But you then lowered your knife as you see a small stature. "I-I...threw up, a-and had a bad dream..." A small, teary voice said, It was Sally. You sighed and patted your bed, signaling that Sally could sleep over. She wiped her tears and jumped on your bed, stuffing her face onto your pillows. 

You gave her a tired but soft smile from behind your mask and brushed her hair with your fingers. Knowing that you had to get up and clean the mess, after that you then had to comfort Sally and stay up with her until she went to sleep.

Well so much for a good nights rest...but it's worth it.

A/N- I'm thinking about adding more characters into this series, comment what other creepypastas you want to see! :D

You can also find this story in Wattpad and Quotev!

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FLUFFY DOMESTIC ZALGO DRAFT!!!

I love him sm 😭

Domestic Zalgo X reader fluff

Your husband coming to bed exhausted is not exactly uncommon because of his royal duties, and tonight is no exception. You sit, awaiting his arrival with a sweet mug of tea beside you and a book resting in your hands. In truth, the both of you don't get as much time together as you'd like, and you're determined to stay awake until he gets back to bid him goodnight. The gentle creek of your shared bedroom's door alerts you of his presence and you greet his tired form with a warm smile. "You should be asleep, love" he huffed, as you place your book down on the bedside table and shuffle up to make room for him to join you in bed. "Wanted to wait for you." you mumble softly, a sudden wave tiredness hitting you. He chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest comforting you as he lays down beside you and pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your forehead. This is where you feel most safe. Huddled up in your husbands arms as he holds you as if you're the most fragile flower. The room is tranquil, under the glow of the numerous candles you had previously lit and the comfortable silence you find yourselves enveloped in.

"I have a free day tomorrow. I was wondering if you'd join me in the gardens for a picnic."

"That sounds delightful"

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MASTERLIST

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Creepypasta- It's all creepypasta

Jeff the Killer

Reacting to you getting your nops pierced

Yandere Jeff when his s/o cheats

Jeff and Sally headcannons

Jeff vs Jane headcannons

Jeff the killer angst forbidden relationship oneshot

Eyeless Jack

Reacting to you getting your nops pierced

Yandere EJ when his s/o cheats

Him and Sally besties headcannons

Him and Sally besties headcannons Part 2

Yan!stalker EJ scaring reader

BEN Drowned

Yandere BEN drowned

yandere BEN when his s/o cheats

Tim/Masky

Yandere Tim when s/o cheats

Tim with an s/o SFW&NSFW

Sub Tim headcannons

NSFW dom!masky x fem!reader

Brian/Hoodie

yandere Brian when his s/o cheats

Ticci Toby

Yandere Toby when his s/o cheats

Bloody Painter

Helen with a artist s/o

Yandere helen headcannons

Jason the Toymaker

Yandere Jason x Shy reader

NSFW sub Jason headcannons

Jane the Killer

Jane vs Jeff headcannons

Homicidal Liu

Yandere Liu with an s/o who doesn't mind him

Lord Zalgo

Domestic Zalgo x reader fluff brainrot

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Jeff and EJ are an introvert / Extrovert duo.

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“ I watch Z Nation for the plot!”

The✨plot✨

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this has been sat in ny drafts forever so I'm just posting it now

Pastas with an artist/painter s/o

Jeff The Killer:

He's never been into art, but he is very creative and after seeing what you can do, he will want to try it out for himself.

He'll sit and watch, leave to go get a snack, come back to watch, get bored, come back to watch and repeat.

Once it's done he'll insist on hanging it up were everyone will see it

Even if you don't think it's that good.

It's going on the wall.

He'll make sure to brag to all his friends about how great you are!

Sometimes he'll ask for his own canvas and join in. Even if it is just messy red splotches, he's having fun.

Bloody Painter

A fellow artist he can relate to? Yes please.

Helen doesn't love the idea of doing art with someone else, especially not if your loud while doing it

But he quickly warms up to the idea

He loves that you to can bond over it

Sometimes you'll even paint a picture together.

He likes to just ask you how your day was while delicately brushing paint onto a nice clean canvas.

You'd also often share techniques and watch eachother paint.

Eyeless Jack

He likes to sit and watch

He's never been interested in art

So he'll read beside you as you paint

He likes it, because you can just enjoy eachothers company in without any words needed to be shared

Of course, if you want to speak he'll happily do so

But he's a very quiet guy

Especially when he's reading.

He'll often walk into your studio and wrap his arms around you while you paint, nuzzling into your neck because he wants more attention

He'll definitely feel like you're giving your painting more attention then him, so he'll bother you till you snuggle with him

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Jeff the killer x FTM!Reader Headcanons (romantic, hurt to fluff)

Pronouns: he/him for Jeff and reader (if used at all for reader)

Rating: T for Creepypasta themes and being hella gay

Genre: hurt to Fluff because I can

!!Trigger warnings!!: slenderman isn’t a father figure- he’s a bitch, mention of torture, mention of nonsexual punishment, mention of wound care and wounds, Jeff being emotionally open

Notes: honestly the lack of jtk x ftm readers is appalling, we need more (song for this chapter is THIS )

When you’re first introduced to the mansion he feels guilty, anyone who’s forced to work under slenderman is going to endure hell

Tough and rigorous training under slendermans proxies, and if you fuck up- plain out torture

I feel Jeff would be the most likely to take you on as his understudy, a trainee if you will. Just so he can make sure you’re in good hands and at least have a friend, as much of one as you can get from killers at least

His first encounter with you was when you came out of the basement, being held up by hoodie, word had spread that your first mission was unsuccessful, and that slenderman had you punished severely.

He strode over and helped hoodie keep you upright, your clothing soaked with blood and sweat, he swung one of your arms over his shoulder making you groan in pain at the movement

After some persuasion hoodie would reluctantly pass you off the Jeff to take care of, it’s none of his business what he does with you anyways

He would bring you to his room, bring out his medical bag (thanks to EJ) and get to work, he’s had plenty of experience patching himself up after his own fuck ups that he knows how to mend basic and moderate wounds

You two don’t talk for a while besides the occasional hiss of pain and apology

Once you two do start talking however, he comes to realize you might be similar

Weather it be your past, your present, your hopes and aspirations, or something else, he finds it painfully comforting to know he’s not alone

After he gets you cleaned (new clothing that hopefully fits, if not, he has baggy clothing 3x his size) and properly fixed, he sits in silence

When you go to move to leave, he stops you with his arm, forcing you back down onto his bed

“You can stay here for a while, you don’t have the necessary stuff in your room to clean your wounds yet” partial truth, but he wants company too

So you get comfortable, and you two talk more, getting to know the man who just fixed the gaping wound and soothed your bruises

Two weeks pass and once your fully healed you two still talk often, being the closest ‘friends’ in the entire woodlands, besides Ben and him

He notices feelings around a month or two after knowing you and healing your wounds

It starts with longing glances as you do your own thing or leave for missions

And it ends with him leaving a note to meet him on top of the roof to talk about something important

Roaming the extensive halls and doors you finally reach the fire escape on the north side of the building

Reaching the top, there he stands

He turns hearing your arrival and helps hoist you up to stand with him

He begins the talk with acknowledging your friendship and how it means a lot to him, and that he doesn’t intend to ruin things for either of you should you not return his emotions

Once he gets into the meat of things he’s quiet and aloof, not wanting to seem completely entranced with you

But he definitely could go on for hours about how much he loves and appreciates you

When he’s done with his monologue he waits patiently for your response

Then, he seems shocked when you accept him, wholeheartedly

The sun has now started to rise when you pull him into a comforting hug

And for once

He seems completely content, wrapping his arms around your body

Never let him go

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MASTERLIST

<3

Creepypasta- It's all creepypasta

Jeff the Killer

Reacting to you getting your nops pierced

Yandere Jeff when his s/o cheats

Jeff and Sally headcannons

Jeff vs Jane headcannons

Jeff the killer angst forbidden relationship oneshot

Eyeless Jack

Reacting to you getting your nops pierced

Yandere EJ when his s/o cheats

Him and Sally besties headcannons

Him and Sally besties headcannons Part 2

Yan!stalker EJ scaring reader

BEN Drowned

Yandere BEN drowned

yandere BEN when his s/o cheats

Tim/Masky

Yandere Tim when s/o cheats

Tim with an s/o SFW&NSFW

Sub Tim headcannons

NSFW dom!masky x fem!reader

Brian/Hoodie

yandere Brian when his s/o cheats

Ticci Toby

Yandere Toby when his s/o cheats

Bloody Painter

Helen with a artist s/o

Yandere helen headcannons

Jason the Toymaker

Yandere Jason x Shy reader

NSFW sub Jason headcannons

Jane the Killer

Jane vs Jeff headcannons

Homicidal Liu

Yandere Liu with an s/o who doesn't mind him

Lord Zalgo

Domestic Zalgo x reader fluff brainrot

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Jeff, politely: good morning.

Jane: something's wrong, I can feel it.

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My mental health nor financial situation isnt doing any better. I woke up this morning after drinking myself to sleep to find that my electrcity was shut off today. Tip of the iceburg. I cant pay it. And i need 161.08 in order to turn it back on. If anybody can spare, my cashapp is $LynnieMini.

Please help.

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Please look at this absolutely fucking haunting photo @misdirectedhex sent me of her glow-in-the-dark tentacle dildo sitting on her bathroom counter.

This is PEAK ART

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Quick boredom drawing <3

I'm still getting the hang of anatomy

#pencil art #Artist #artists on tumblr #creepy art #Art #Drawing #Painting #Ink drawing #my art #Sketch #Tumblr #Anatomy practice #New artist #practice art

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Yan!Jeff, Yan!EJ, Yan!Brian, Yan!Toby, Yan!Tim when their s/o cheats on them

pls send me asks :') I especially love yandere stuff

Contains gore

Jeff The Killer

Contrary to popular belief, Jeff wouldn't actually kill you, oh no

Or your other partner

Oh no, he'd keep you alive together

This is what you wanted right?

He'd be terrifyingly calm and slow the entire time

He'd tie you both up in his attic (He thinks basements are to cliche)

He'd tie you up on opposite sides of the room so you can't comfort or be with eachother

You'd be tied up more comfortably, but Jeff wouldn't admit it. He'd tell you it's so you can see him torture your partner.

Which he would.

Lots of physical and psychological torture.

He'd cut of their fingers and force feed them to them infront of you,

Maybe he'll even shove one down your throat if he's feeling generous

Jeff would also shower you in love infront of your preferred lover, not real love of course.

He's only doing it to mock them.

Whatever happens, you're not getting out of there for a long time.

But you're together. This is what you wanted right?

Eyeless Jack

First of all he ties a bloodsoaked gag around your mouth.

He doesn't need an explanation.

That doesn't, however, stop you from screaming as you watch your lover get torn to shreds.

As you watch them be gutted alive and fed their heart while they're still conscious.

That doesn't stop you from squirming to get away as you're quite litterally showered in their blood

You scream so hard it hurts as you watch Jack rip the gag off of you and shove your ex's kidney down your throat, his claws scraping across your face painfully leaving huge gashes that bleed all over you.

You stop screaming, however, when a heavy boot comes in collision with your throat, and you're choked to death by the man you despised most.

Don't worry though, your kidneys are still his most prized possession, so your rotting corpse should be grateful.

Brian

Blind rage.

Blind fucking rage.

Hope you like your head being repeatedly smashed into the marble kitchen counter.

He gave you so much when he didn't have to

A bed, food,love.

How dare you?

He's so enraged with you, that he goes straight for you first.

But even if your lover tries to protect you or run, they're dead either way.

It's honestly terrifying

Even when angry, Brian is usually calm and silent so him being so loud and enraged is petrifying.

Especially if he's wearing his mask.

Toby

Yeah, no, our boy is in denile.

And if you're smart, you'll keep him there.

You're his beautiful angel, his reason to live

You'd never do that to him. Right?

No, haha, no.

He would immediately assume you were being assaulted,

And if you're stupid enough to deny that, he'll just believe you've been manipulated.

You're just in shock, you poor thing.

Don't worry though, he'll love you enough to make up for it!

Better hope you're not noticeably upset at the loss of your 'lover' otherwise you might just dissappear.

Tim

He didn't mean to kill you while he was beating the shit out of you.

It just happened.

You're lover was long gone, a bloody mess in the corner, a bullet hole in his chest and multiple dents in their face.

You are now curled up on the floor, limp and unmoving.

He feels regret, he took it to far.

But he'll never show it, you don't deserve the guilt he holds

So instead of mourning, he's going to give your body one last kick, just to check if you're actually gone make sure you're really gone

and then go out to smoke a cigarette.

You're lovers body will sit in that corner for a while, probably till someone else moves it,

Yours will be buried somewhere, with a single flower on the top.

No gravestone or anything, he's stubborn, so he'll make sure no one will remember you.

He'll pretend he doesn't remember you himself by downing bottles of alcohol

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I'm literally the funniest person here

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Rank the creeps from most to least intelligent/read/witty/cultured 💀

CULTURED ???

CULTURED????

NONE OF THEM ARE ANY OF THESE THINGS. NONE OF THEM. JEFF GOT AIDS LIKE FIVE TIMES OVER BECAUSE HE’S TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND THAT MIXING BODILY FLUIDS WITH DEAD PEOPLE ISNT A GOOD IDEA.

EJ IS A DEMON THAT SITS IN THE WOODS AND SHITS OUT HUMAN ORGANS EVERY OTHER MONTH. HE DOESNT BRUSH THE FLESH FLAKES OUT OF HIS FUCKING CANINES. HE WENT TO COLLEGE AND HAD TO DROP OUT BECAUSE HE GOT CULT SACRIFICED BY SOME WEIRDOS WEARING OFF BRAND KKK COSPLAYS.

JANE IS OBSESSED WITH A BURNT EMO ASSHAT BECAUSE SHES TOO COWARDLY TO MOVE ON. SHE EATS PUSSY FOR A LIVING AND BLAMES ALL HER PROBLEMS ON SAID EMO ASSHAT AS A COPING MECHANISM AND THE ONLY INTELLIGENT THING SHES EVER DONE IS BECOME A LESBIAN.

BEN SITS AROUND AND DOES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING ALL DAY. HE KNOWS ABOUT MARIO KART AND BOX TVS. IF HE WERE NORMAL AND ALIVE HE’D HAVE CHEETO CRUMBS IN HIS UNDERWEAR AT ALL TIMES. HE WOULD PLAY COD AND MAKE PISS KINK JOKES IN MIC DURING ONLINE PLAY.

MASKY KNOWS HOW TO SPELL FIVE WORDS IN TOTAL AND HOODIE IS A SEWER RAT THAT ONLY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLES LIVES MISERABLE. HE HATES SEEING ANYONE (Jay, alex, etc) HAPPY. HE ONLY KNOWS DOWN MEDICATION, BEAT PEOPLE WITH METAL PIPE, AND BE CREEPY IN THE WOODS FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN, ‘haha fun.’ DO YOU THINK HE READS SHAKESPEARE? MAYBE NAMES HIS VIDEO CAMERA ANNABEL LEE? QUOTES THE RAVEN?? SHUT THE FUCK UP HE OWNS THREE PAIRS OF UNDERWEAR AND HE STORES THEM IN A MAINTENANCE TUNNEL.

LJ THROWS TANTRUMS LIKE A SMALL CHILD AND IS JEALOUS OF EVERY FIVE YEAR OLD THAT SEEMS EVEN REMOTELY CONTENT WITH THEIR LIFE. HE CANT SPELL APPLE AND DOESNT KNOW HOW TO PLAY CHUTES AND LADDERS. HE WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO GET TRAPPED IN A FUCKING BOX FOR 20 YEARS. SLENDER GIVES PEOPLE HEADACHES FOR A LIVING. MUST I SAY MORE?

THE ONLY ONE THAT EVEN REMOTELY HAS THEIR SHIT TOGETHER IS TOBY. WHY? BECAUSE HE’S LIVING THE DREAM UP IN THE MOUNTAINS GROWING TOMATOES AND PETTING BIRDS. THIS MOTHERFUCKER BURNT HIS ABUSIVE DAD TO A CRISP (AS HE SHOULD) AND WENT ON THE RUN. MY MAN ESCAPED THE COPS AND SLENDERMAN. HOWEVER HE DOESNT MAKE THE CUT BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET. UNCULTURED. ONLY KNOWS STARE AT RABBIT, GROW TOMATO, AND AVOID OTHER PEOPLE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

Thanks, that’s all I have for today.

[peezbabey]

The Killer In My Bed.

Jeff the killer x reader

Warnings: lots of cussing, Jeff being an asshole as usual, mentions of murder, use of force, reader being a little depressed

You don’t know why or how things came to be. All you know is that you’re thankful you’re still alive after what’s happened. Your once quiet and peaceful life now ruined by some ungodly chance. Everyday you live in fear; Not knowing what will happen to you if you somehow fuck things up.

You do your best to do whatever it takes to stay alive though and if that means being submissive and compliant, then so be it. Your life matters to you and you do not care what happens so long as you still have your sanity and your capturers reassurance that he will not kill you...as long as you listen to him.

You lay in bed shivering from the cold temperature of the entire house. You had tried to turn on the heater earlier but found it had given out...guess you would need to convince your capture to fix it for you. Your body balls itself up under the thick, fluffy, blanket trying to create some type of warmth until there’s a sound of a door opening and closing from downstairs. You listen as your capture makes his way up the stairs, his feet making the floor boards creak with every step he takes.

With your back facing towards the door, you refuse to turn your back. Not because you don’t wanna look at him but because...you’re just too cold to move.

“S’ cold as shit out there...why the hell didn’t you turn on the heater? You trying to freeze my ass off?” His voice is raspy but soft spoken as the sound of him unbuckling his pants alerts you. “N...n-no. The heater is broken...I tried to turn it on but...it’s just not working...”

You hear him grunt in response as he takes off his shoes and hoodie, throwing them across the room before he nudges you. “Get up.”

You give a small whine and shift away from him. It’s too damn cold for him to force you out of bed. “I said Get up “ This time you don’t hesitate to get up. You stand to your feet and hug your body close, your eyes staring down at his snow covered shoes in the corner of the room before looking up at him. His raven black hair is soaked and decorated with small ice crystals.

Winter is such a harsh season when you have no heater to depend on. He notices you staring at him and grabs your face. “I see you looking at me. You got something to say?” You shake your head and lick your lips. “No Jeff..I was just...wondering why your hair was so wet” He looks at you for a bit, his lidless eyes staring intensely into yours as if trying to decipher whether you were lying or not. After a second, he lets go and grumbles. “I’m soaking wet because today’s victim just HAD to be a runner! Fucking bitch thought she could outrun me in SNOW. Can you believe that? It’s nuts. You should have seen her, she put up a real fight and managed to throw snow into my face. Not only that but on my way back from the forest, one of the trees branches dumped a shitload of snow on me.”

You listened patiently and rubbed your hands together for just a teeny bit of warmth. Jeff noticed this and nudged you towards the bathroom. “Go turn on the hot water and wait for me.” You nodded and watched him walk out of the bedroom. You don’t know where he’s going but he’s up to something. You shrug and go to prepare the bath.

Jeff seems to enjoy taking baths the most so that’s what you’ve stuck to. You don’t know why he likes baths but it just always seems to make him happy and somewhat...more easy to deal with. He’s kind and considerate when you two have bath time together.

“You didn’t put any soap into the water did you? I wouldn’t want you trying to do that little escape plan again.” You shake your head and move to the side to show him that there’s no soap. “...I wouldn’t be able to outrun you anyways...you’re too good” you also noticed how Jeff smirks and almost seems to reward you whenever you compliment his skills and athleticism....or just him in general. It strokes his ego and puts him in a good mood so you try to compliment him every once in a while.

“My my someone’s a smart fucking bitch huh? This is why I love you. You just seem to understand! Not like any of those bimbo bitches.” That’s a compliment. Jeff may call you a bitch and whatnot but that’s just his way of complimenting you. You don’t seem to care or mind anyways.

Once Jeff inspects the bath and deems it safe enough, he gets in first. “Hurry up and get in before the water gets cold.” He hisses and you nod as you undress before him. Jeff watches with interest, his eyes scouring your body as if it’s something he’s never seen. You pay no attention and sit down in front him. Jeff takes a moment to relax before pushing you to lay back against him. This is what you mean when he’s kind and considerate—he gets super kind and considerate and gives you attention.

Once you’re fully relaxed, Jeff folds his arms behind his head and leans back against the tub. You can’t tell but he’s slowly drifting to sleep, if he had eyelids, his eyes would be closed but instead they’re wide open as Jeff softly snores. This gives you time to breathe, time to relax the peace without Jeff constantly forcing you around or talking to you about his day of killing.

Being kidnapped by Jeff isn’t the most awesome thing that could happen. It’s not bad being WITH him, it’s bad being around him CONSTANTLY. Jeff is a vicious and well known killer and yet...he’s so awfully clingy and touch starved and never shuts his mouth. Not only that, but he gets grumpy and aggressive....sometimes he just gets very aggressive over you. He’s never hurt you but he’s scared you lots of times. An example of him scaring you was when he had come home extremely upset saying how you cheated on him. You didn’t know what he was talking about until he showed you a picture of you from a long time ago with an ex boyfriend. Jeff didn’t give you time to explain as he had spent half the night destroying the living room and throwing things. He almost hit you with a chair, nearly missing as it hit the wall beside you instead.

He was awfully possessive of you and does not like it when slenders proxies come out to visit him when he’s busy spending time with you.

Not only that, but he’s just...a killer. It’s hard to be around him when at any moment he could kill you in your sleep. He’s told you countless times that he won’t kill you and that you’re his loving little girlfriend but you can’t just take his word. You’ve seen him lose his shit and have crazy bursts of insanity.

“Y/n. Stop moving and just relax god damn it!” You apologize as Jeff pinches your cheek and rubs your shoulder. “God you’re so tense.” He says as he sits up and reaches over for the shampoo. Gently, he takes his shampoo covered hands and begins to massage and scratch your scalp. You can’t help but melt, it just feels so good...you always like when Jeff is nice and gentle like this. That’s the upside. Jeff can be a sadistic and teasing menace, but he has a certain soft spot for you.

“You haven’t been showering.” He says gruffly while rinsing your hair free from the soap. You cower down in shame. You just haven’t been feeling the motivation to do anything. Depression has you in it’s clutches and though Jeff knows it’s because he’s taken you from your home, he refuses to give you back. You’re his now and he’ll just make you get accustomed to your new home. “I don’t care what you do but I also can’t have you fucking dying on me.” He grips your hair tightly and makes you turn your head to look at him. “You trying to escape me by dying?” You wince as he pulls your hair back, your lips quivering as you look at him. “N-No...Im just...sad. It’s cold here and I...I’m scared that something or someone is gonna kill me” Jeff huffs and let’s your hair go before washing his own hair. “Nothing is going to hurt you. Slenderman controls the forest and as long as you keep being a good girl...he won’t let anything get near you. But if you so much as try to leave this house without telling me...I can’t guarantee you’ll be alive. You got that?” He doesn’t wait for you to nod your head. He knows you understand. You’re not stupid enough to leave the house. The house in which you both live in is surrounded by forest. It’s not that far into it but it’s located far enough where skin walkers could hunt you down.

Once out of the bath tub, Jeff doesn’t bother to cover up as he instead tends to you and dries you off free of water. He can see you shivering, your eyes clenched tightly as you try and deal with the cold air hitting your wet skin. “Go get dressed. We have to go to the store.” He sees the confused look on your face. You usually just stay home when he leaves to the store as Jeff doesn’t want anyone to recognize you and try to ask questions. “I tried to fix the heater but it’s too difficult for me to fucking fix. So now, we have to go out and buy a heating blanket. But if you’re fine freezing your ass off then we dont—“

“N-No! I wanna go! I’ll go with you!” You hurriedly say as he smirks. “Great. Hurry your ass up now”

Jeff can’t help but watch as you happily skip in the store, you’re happy to be out in public and outside of the dark and gloomy house you live in. He watches carefully and grabs hold of your hand as he adjusts his face mask and sunglasses. “Make it quick. I don’t like the stares I’m getting from these bastards.”

You understand his discomfort of being around other people seeing as he’s a killer. It’s hard for him to remain “normal” when all he wants to do is commit mass genocide and murder everyone in the store except you. But he holds back. He holds back his urge and lust for blood. You’ve seen enough things and heard enough to be traumatized. He doesn’t need you losing your sanity. You quickly select a large heating blanket before spotting a medium sized teddy bear. You stare at it for a bit until Jeff is tugging on your hand. “Come on stop wasting time” when you don’t move, he turns to see you staring at the bear. Your eyes seemed to be so fixed on it and soon enough Jeff finds himself looking through his wallet. He mumbles curses under his breath along with something under the lines of “can’t believe I’m in love with a whore like you”

You don’t take any mind. You’re satisfied as you hold the bear tightly to your chest as you follow Jeff through the forest and back home. Jeff takes the time to put the heating blanket on and pushes you down into bed. “You’re lucky I’m being a nice guy” he says before pulling you into his chest. You hug your new bear tightly as Jeff kisses your shoulder and lays his chin on your head. His skin is cold but it’s okay. The heating blanket helps a lot as Jeff envelops your body with his own.

You don’t mind it at all when he has you pressed up so closely against him. After all...its a killer in your bed who’s cuddling you so tightly.