#creepypasta angst

[sister-lucifer]

A Bullet in the Chamber

Proxies (Hoodie, Masky, Toby) x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Horror/Dark Angst 

Summary: They want you to prove your love, to prove that you truly believe you’re meant to be together…with the help of Tim’s revolver, of course.

Content/Warnings: God, where do I start…obviously massive use of a gun, they play russian roulette, descriptions of gore, the proxies are super manipulative and emotionally abusive to reader, just a super obsessive not healthy relationship, this is NOT a feel good fic, it’s implied reader is being held captive 

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“We just wanna…play a little game with you, that’s all,” Tim drawls, his voice deep and lazy as he looks at you from behind his mask. 

You’re nervous suddenly. Unbearably nervous. A cold chill runs throughout your body and makes your stomach convulse in an agonizing manner, and you don’t know if you’re going to vomit or pass out first. You don’t know why. He’s only just started speaking. Maybe it’s the way he drew out the last part of that sentence, or the way he immediately tried to soothe you before you’ve even fully understood what’s going on, or just that look in his eyes that says ‘I want to fucking gut you.’ 

There’s a reason you learned to keep your guard up around these three.

Suddenly the little circle you’re all sitting in on the floor feels much, much tighter than is comfortable, and it doesn’t help that Toby slides in closer, bumping your shoulder with his and flashing you a knowing smirk. What exactly he knows, though, is a horrific enigma to you.

Brian is on your other side, and although he doesn’t move, for a split second he glances at you out of the corner of his eye before his gaze returns to Tim. He’s managing to hold a straight face, but you can see the corners of his mouth just barely twitching as he internally fights to keep the emotion bubbling beneath the surface at bay.

There’s silence for a few moments, you’re not sure how long, but you don’t realize they’re waiting for you to speak until Toby nudges you.

“I, uh…what, um— what kind of game…?” You stammer, immediately regretting your question despite the curiosity that’s gnawing at you like a starving animal. You shudder when Toby giggles, clearly trying to stifle the sound as he bumps your shoulder again. 

Tim thinks over his answer for a moment, scratching at his stubble in a manner that is far too casual. You think he’s going to speak, you’re expecting it, but he doesn’t say anything at first beyond a tired sounding sigh. Your eyes are locked onto his hand as it reaches behind him, and when it emerges once more it’s holding onto the grip of Tim’s revolver. 

“There’s one bullet in the chamber.” 

The world is spinning suddenly as you watch him place the weapon on the ground, and the sound of it sliding across the floor to you makes you sick. You bite back a gag as it slows to a stop in front of you. Your mouth hangs open uselessly as you struggle for words, desperate to pull out some sort of protest to what you know he wants but no sound comes. 

They watch you grapple with yourself for a few moments before Brian places a hand on your knee. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, and normally it would be, but now it feels like a threat. 

“Hey, don’t freak out so soon,” He says, lips curled into a subtle smirk, “We did this all the time when we were younger, it’s practically a rite of passage.”

Unsurprisingly, this does little to quell your fears. You’re shaking now, unable to wrap your mind around how they could be acting so nonchalant about putting your lives on the line like this.

“Listen,” Tim huffs, “I’m gonna be straight with ya, kid. We know how you’ve been feeling recently.” 

That hardly narrows it down. You’ve been feeling a lot of things recently, none of it good and all of it confusing. That’s just the sort of conflict born from this kind of captivity. You shrug, unsure what to say. 

“We know you w-wanna leave,” Toby clarifies, “I saw you staring out t-the window the other day…you just s-sat there for hours.” 

That…made you feel a bit guilty. You shouldn’t, but you do. You could’ve at least made it less obvious. 

“We trust you, hon,” Brian adds with a nod, “But we also think we could all use a little…what did you call it?”

He turns to Tim, who yawns before answering. 

“…Group bonding.” 

You shudder at the phrase. Disgusting. 

“I…I don’t think this is the best way to…t-to do that,” You murmur, but your words hold no weight when you can’t even look them in the eyes. You’d never take the risk of making any sort of real fuss anyways.

Tim shrugs, seeming to consider your words. 

“How would you do it, then?” 

You…don’t have an answer for that. Why don’t you have an answer for that? 

“I-I don’t know, I mean…can’t we just have awkward group sex like other, uh…groups, or whatever?” You ask, hesitating to call your dynamic any sort of relationship.

You make sure to tack on a nervous laugh at the end to make it seem lighthearted, but no one is amused. Toby giggles, but he’s laughing at you, and it’s painfully obvious. 

“Don’t stress about it,” Tim says, “Just think of it as a…a test, you know?” 

He sighs when you shake your head no.

“Ya know, like…a way of proving yourself. I mean, you trust us, right?” 

You hesitate to answer that, but nod quickly when Tim narrows his eyes at you. 

“Good. Well, think of it this way: if we all survive this, it’s a sign that we’re…meant to be together.”

“There has to be a better way—“ You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Brian instantly takes to calming you. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. His other hand comes up to your face, holding your head against his shoulder.

“Calm down, baby,” He says softly, “Don’t jump ship so fast. I told you, we’ve all done this before. We’ll even go first to show you there’s nothing to be afraid of, alright?”

He’s not really giving you a choice. 

You nod.

Maybe you’ll be able to just get this over with. If you sit here for much longer, you’re gonna be sick. 

Toby reaches out to grab the gun first. That doesn’t surprise you at all. He’s never been one for forethought, or common sense in general. One day his hubris will get him killed, you think, but for once you’re hoping it won’t be today. 

Not today. 

Not here.

Not right in front of you. 

Brian doesn’t let you go, continuing to hold you against him as Toby makes a show of spinning the chamber, letting it run until it stops on its own. He giggles with deranged amusement as he presses the end of the barrel to the bottom of his chin, looking back at Tim with a crooked grin. 

There’s silent for a few moments, and you can’t look away from him until you follow his gaze to Tim, who is staring back with furrowed brows.

He’s still for a beat, and then he nods. 

A signal. 

Go. 

You have a split second to process Toby preparing to pull the trigger before you bury your face in Brian’s hoodie and he, in turn, covers your face with his hand and squeezes you tight. It’s hardly comforting, but it’s better than nothing. 

The soft click of the trigger seems to echo endlessly in the silence that follows. 

Silence. 

You quickly look back up and are immediately met with Toby’s hazel eyes looking back at you, their corners crinkled with the wide smile that’s spread across his pale face. 

“Lookie there,” He drawls with a laugh, “This h-handsome face is still in tact.” 

“Hardly the better outcome,” Tim mutters with a roll of his eyes.

This prompts Toby to slide the gun to him next, crossing his arms in feigned hurt. 

“You go n-next then, wise guy. If you blow y-your brains out, at least we’ll know you h-had one.” 

“Shut up,” Tim hisses back as he, too, brings his hand up to spin the chamber of the revolver. You’re still trying to catch your breath. You didn’t think they’d be so eager. 

You’re gripping onto Brian’s hoodie so tightly your knuckles burn as you watch Tim press the barrel of the gun to his jaw, angling it upwards toward the dome of his skull.

He’s not nearly as giddy as Toby. He’s straight faced and silent, which isn’t odd, but something in his eyes is darker than you ever remember it being. You can only see his eyes with his mask on, yet you know his expression exactly. He’s staring right at you, and you’re imagining his brains dashed against the wall behind him, his face and any identifying features that once made him human reduced to a splatter of viscera that barely resembles the pieces of a person. 

And when it’s all over, you think, you’ll surely be the one left to clean the mess of what used to be Tim. You’ll be left to scrub the red stains from the floorboards while the others continue on as if nothing has happened, and suddenly you can’t breathe.

The world stills as once more the trigger is pulled with a click.

Then relief hits you like a shockwave when that click is followed by silence.

Silence.

Your lungs fill faster than you were ready for, and you cough and sputter as your chest heaves with newfound breath. Brian rubs your shoulder gently, his other hand reaching out to grab the revolver as Tim slides it to him. The gun is exchanged without a word, only piercing eye contact as Brian lifts the weapon and spins the chamber, just as his companions had done before him. 

It seems so natural for all of them. In the half a second it takes for Brian to lift the gun you wonder how many times they’ve done this, if you’re the first  person to witness this ritual, and if not, what happened to those who came before you. 

You don’t find any hope of getting answers, though, as you watch Brian press the barrel to the side of his head. He gives you a squeeze, and you can’t tell if he’s assuring you or saying goodbye just in case. 

You still haven’t released his hoodie despite the throbbing pain in your fingers. You’re barely a thread away from tearing out a patch, but you can’t let go. You don’t look at him this time, unable to pull your head away from where it rests on his shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze like you’re trying to crush him, but he only lets out a breathy chuckle and ruffles your hair in response as if he’s amused by your terror. You’re a scared kid to him, a foolish little child running from an imaginary monster despite the very real threat. 

You can hear his hoodie shifting as he adjusts the position of the gun. You can hear the slight scratching against his hair as the barrel moves against his head. You can hear him suck in a quick breath as he readies himself to pull the trigger. 

You hear the click. 

And then silence. 

Silence.

You’ve never been so grateful for silence. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when Toby claps and laughs loudly, practically howling with wildly misplaced celebration. He shakes you in his excitement, unable to get any intelligible words out through his giggling. 

“Shhh,” Brian says with a finger to his lips, “We’re not done yet.”

He’s right. Goddamnit, he’s right. Not everyone has played yet. You were hoping that maybe just this once the higher being that trapped you in this hell would have this minuscule mercy on you, but you were met with a resounding no. 

Brian places the gun on the floor in front of you. You can’t hear the sound of the metal gently knocking against the wood floor, but it makes you feel ice cold. Your world is rapidly going dark as you struggle to make yourself breathe. 

You can feel the others’ eyes on you, three pairs of eyes staring right at you and boring a hole through your skull that’ll surely be identical to the one the bullet will leave. Maybe they’re imagining it, too. 

It seems you’re not moving fast enough for them.

Toby reaches out and grabs your wrist a bit too roughly, forcefully placing your hand on the gun. You wince like you expect it to burn, but you’re left with only the cruel sensation of metal on your palm. 

You weakly curl your fingers around the grip of the gun. It feels impossibly heavy as you lift it, trembling like a leaf in the wind. You force your other hand up, placing two fingers on the chamber of the revolver as you prepare to spin it.

You press the pads of your fingers against the metal, pushing down in an attempt to spin, but the gun slips from your shaking hands and clatters to the floor. You yelp in surprise and clamp your hands over your mouth, tears suddenly forming in your eyes but refusing to flow over. 

Brian sighs. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or just disappointed. He picks up the gun, and you think that maybe, just maybe he’s going to let you out, grant you some small reprieve and tell you you don’t have to do this. 

Instead he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close, and his other hand presses the barrel of the gun right to your head. 

“I’ll do it for you,” He says, as if it’s nothing serious. Like he’s just grabbing a box off a high shelf to be nice. 

You feel like he’s strangling you. He might as well be. It would be a more humane death. 

He’s going to kill you, you think, you’re going to die in this godforsaken house with these bastards, you’re going to die in isolation with no one to honor your body. 

They’ve sentenced you to death. 

You think back to that question of how many have come before you. Is this what they thought about, too? Is this the first, third or twentieth time someone like you has been here? How many unfortunate circumstances have stained the floorboards red over the years this cabin has stood? 

It doesn’t matter. 

None of that matters. 

You’re going to be the next. 

That’s all there is for you to be now. 

A stain of red on the old wood floors will be your only legacy. 

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look up at Brian. His expression doesn’t move an inch. There’s no trace of the humor he always seems to have, not even a hint of feigned compassion or sympathy for your position. He’s not letting you out of this. None of them are. 

You reach down and grab Brian’s hand where it rests in your hip, your nails digging into his knuckles. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t even move beyond adjusting his finger to pull the trigger. 

Each second seems to go on for an eternity, yet at the same time everything is moving far too fast. You can’t process what’s happening but you just want it over with, that’s your only choice. 

He’s lifting his finger, preparing to bring it down on the trigger. 

He’s pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin just a bit harder as he readies himself for whatever happens next. 

This is it. 

This is it. 

This is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is…

The trigger clicks. 

Then there’s silence. 

…it.

Silence.

And then Toby erupts with animalistic, ecstatic laughter. It rings in your ears and echoes around your skull in an almost painful manner. You can’t stand the sound. 

You’re alive. 

The game is over. 

All at once relief floods your body in such an overwhelming manner your vision goes dark. You can’t speak a word before you’ve gone limp in Brian’s arms, and he barely has time to put the revolver down and catch you. He holds you in his arms and makes a half hearted attempt to wake you, but when you don’t respond he looks up at Tim with a smirk. 

“Out like a light.” 

Tim can’t help but chuckle, and for a moment it’s even a full on laugh. This only encourages Toby, who’s flopped over onto his back as his body writhes with mirth. 

Brian groans as he stands, pulling your body up with him. He throws you over his shoulder and nods to the others. 

“I’m taking this one up stairs, gonna put ‘em to bed. I’m sure they’ll be whiny when they wake up, and you two better deal with it.”

Tim and Toby nod and wave him away. Toby’s finally stopped laughing enough to pull himself off the floor as Tim picks up the revolver. He shoves it into Toby’s chest, nearly pushing him over. 

“Go put it up,” Tim orders. 

“Or what?” Toby teases as he takes the gun, “You g-gonna get mad ‘cause I won’t clean up y-your toys?” 

“Just do it,” Tim demands with a growl, clearly not amused. Toby rolls his eyes and huffs like a defiant child, but nods. 

Tim starts to walk away, headed upstairs to his own room, but he pauses on the first step and turns to Toby. 

“Oh, and don’t forget to load it,” He adds, “If it’s empty the next time I need it, I’m gonna kill you.” 

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[montimer]

Jeff the killer x gn!reader

Warning:mention of knife,blood,scar

You hear sobbing from the bathroom

When you go there, theres Jeff w/ a knife, cutting the scars on his mouth deeper.

He notices you from the window and turns to you. "Aren't i beautiful, darling?"

Suprised but you nod. You get a napkin, not to wipe off the blood but his tears. "Yes, the most prettiest"

He just stares at you. Then he pulls you into a hug.

When ya'll pull away, whatever ya were wearing is now full off blood, painting a smile like mark.

He just smiles at you wider.

"Wanna get some snacks?"

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[insomniac-shado]

Toby coming across his mother after years of working for Slenderman. Meeting Connie in the back alley of some random store. She’d stare, incapable of movement, unable to tell if her eyes deceived her. Before running up to him and pulling Toby into a tight hug. Connie would cry into his shoulder, rambling about how much she loved him. How she’d searched for him for so long. How sorry she was.

And Toby would be frozen in shock, as a complete stranger grabbed him and sobbed.

Her smooth yet trembling voice. The touch of her arms wrapped tightly around him. It was so strange- yet it was so, so familiar, a feeling stirring awake after years of hibernation. The fog over his blurry memories fading away ever so slightly.

And he’d hug her back, feeling tears well up in his own eyes, confused and scared as to what this meant and why he suddenly felt like he was finally home.

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[crp-low-quality-content]

Eyeless jack cheating headcannons

Just because I'm traumatized and rarely have happy scenarios with my S/O characters unless they're women.

Warnings: angst, depression, cheating and mild nsfw.

-I'm very traumatized by relationships, but I still can't see Jack cheating on you, not out of pure willpower.

- but there are two scenarios in which he could do this: scenario 1 would be if he only had the opportunity to eat the victim if he had sex with them (for me he doesn't eat just kidneys but he can eat the whole person), or in scenario 2 if he met another demon.

- starting with scenario number 1, which doesn't make sense because Jack has much more strength than any human, so he doesn't need to have sex with the victim to devour them, he can easily overpower a person especially when he's hungry.

- but if it happens, he'll feel like shit and humiliated because he literally had to have sex with a human who is much weaker than him just to have dinner one night and betray his lover.

- so that leaves scenario 2, which is more likely to happen, and get ready because it's going to hurt a lot.

- in scenario 2 he will meet another demon (gender unspecified because my EJ is bisexual) and if this other demon is in heat, Jack will automatically go into heat too.

- he'll be very attracted to the other demon, to the point of forgetting that you exist, and if the other demon is up to the standards that EJ is most attracted to, that's it for him.

- like if the other demon have a small body and easy to dominate, Jack will fall to his knees for them. Bonus if they look good.

- When Jack comes to his senses, he'll try to stay as far away from the other demon as possible because he respects you and doesn't want to lose your trust, which has obviously been built up over time and it would be stupid to lose it so quickly.

- But if he doesn't hold back, he might not speak to you for a few days. Obviously you'll be worried, you'll text him but he doesn't answer, you'll call him but he doesn't answer, you'll ask the other creeps but they can't answer where he is.

- you might think something has happened to him, you'll get really worried and paranoid, imagining a thousand scenarios of how he might have been captured, if he's seriously injured somewhere and slowly dying or if he's already dead. And it will get to the point where you can't eat properly thinking about having lost your Jack.

- the other creeps will also be worried but maybe they'll just think he's just hunting or doesn't want contact now, maybe because he's depressed or something.

- when he comes back he won't want to look you in the face. He feels extremely guilty and dirty about what he's done, but he won't say anything so as not to lose your trust, he'll just make up an excuse for everything that's happened.

- Until the other demon started coming for EJ, he fell in love with them, and now he's all over them. Jack can't resist either and even though it feels wrong, he goes out every night while you sleep.

- EJ is becoming more and more attracted to the other demon than to you, his touch, smell and voice are very intoxicating, Jack is losing more and more of the attraction he had for you.

- the other demon is much more attractive than you in Jack's view, he starts spending more time with them, and all the relationship plans EJ had with you are forgotten.

- Over time you realize that Jack is becoming more and more distant from you, the moments of affection are becoming rare and the nights when you have sex are even rarer.

- you start to feel alone, you see other couples being happy together and having mutual affection but not you and Jack, you start to feel single within a relationship.

- you start to worry, maybe his mental health is fucked in some way, so you tell him if he needs to talk you'll be there to listen.

- you've had depression once, and you know how much it destroys you, so you don't want to see Jack destroyed too, you don't want to lose him.

- Until one night you wake up and look over, you see that Jack isn't around, and as you're thirsty and your bottle is empty, you decide to go to the kitchen to fill it up.

- as the mansion is huge, the trip to the kitchen has put you out of sleep and you notice that EJ is nowhere to be found, you look for him in the mansion and ask the nocturnal creeps but they haven't seen him.

- You return to your room but now come to new conclusions about your boyfriend's disappearance: what if he's hiding something or doing something he doesn't want you to know about? What if he's cheating on you? Now you're starting to get angry with him.

- You see him coming back through the window and you stand in the doorway staring at him, your eyes are piercing, you're clearly someone to be taken seriously, after all, you live in the Slendermansion for a reason.

- he also stares at you, but not as seriously as you, he's even a little intimidated by your gaze because he knows he's done something wrong.

- you ask for an explanation, he tries to think of another excuse but he feels it's not a good idea to do that, so he says everything. Looking down and half-shrinking like a dog with its tail between its legs.

- Now how you react is all up to you.

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[creepypasta65]

Hi can you do Toby having a mental breakdown in which he is blaming himself for lyra's death and his family falling apart, and his s/o comforts him?

Thanks for the request :)

Toby having a mental breakdown and his s/o comforts him:

Toby is in his room on the floor crouching, having a breakdown, and he is blaming himself for Lyra's death and his family falling apart.

He is screaming, tears are falling from his eyes, and he is saying horrible things about himself. He's saying, "If I wasn't born, my family would have been happy.", "It was my fault Lyra died. She died because of me", or "It was all my fault".

When you walk in watching this horrible scene, you go immediately to Toby. Hug him and tell him that none of it was his fault and that to not blame himself for anything that happened to Lyra or his family.

Pat his back while hugging him and telling him reassuring words, and he calms down. Wipe his tears and continue to comfort him.

Once he calms down, he is silent, thank you, and hugs you.

He appreciates you and is happy to have someone kind like you. Toby loves you so much.

Have a nice day/night :)

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[seireitonin]

Toby has nightmares, so why does he go to Jane’s room every time this happens?

(Toby angst ft Jane)

It happened again. The memories breaking loose from Slendermans hold and invading Toby’s mind as he slept. The hold on his memories weakened after 12 years of them being kept from his mind. They’ve been coming back randomly for four years now, randomly filling Toby’s head with his past of suffering. Not only his but his mothers and sisters. He remembered everything. The bruising of Lyras skin. The begging of his mother. The fists of his father. Toby having to use his body as his sister and mother’s shield and the scars he still has from it all over his body till this day. He remembers. Everything.

He was begging in his sleep as if he was the scared 17 year old boy again. Making noises of fear and sadness. “Lyra, get behind me, please! I can’t feel it! You can! Let me protect you!” If Toby could wake up in a cold sweat he would. CIPA won’t allow him to do that. He put his head in his hands and breathed heavily. Usually Nina would be there to calm him down, but she wasn’t here tonight. Something about a rave. Toby assured her he’d be fine so she wouldn’t feel bad about being away from him all night. Part of it was pride. He didn’t want to depend on her. Didn’t want Nina to know he did need her. Didn’t want her to know the he wanted her here. He’d rather suffer alone than be so vulnerable. Part of it was his self centered and obnoxious confident nature. He’s strong he doesn’t need anyone to help him. But tonight that just wasn’t true.

He put on a shirt and made his way to Jane’s room. He knows she’s awake. She rarely sleeps. He can see her light on through the cracks of the door. He opens it and enters without knocking and closes it behind him softly, not wanting anyone else to know he’s here.

Jane had been reading, her all black eyes scanning the pages as she was under the covers of her bed. She looked up at the 29 year old man with dark brown hair, pale skin and scars all over his arms with a look of knowing. She could see the fear in his eyes and the neediness. Although Toby would never admit to it or show it, his face still blank as he looked at her. But Jane knew. She had that same look in her eyes as Mary had to comfort her through the nightmare filled sleepless nights as Jane saw Jeff taking her parents away in her head over and over. Jane knew.

“I need it Jane.” Toby said blankly and almost demanding as he stared at her.

“Need it? Toby you know this isn’t healthy. You sound like an addict. You know this makes your hallucinations worse.”

“Since when do I care about health? I need it.” He dismissed her, as he walked toward the bed she was sitting on.

Jane shut the book she was reading. “And why should I do this for you, hm? You’ve been rude since you got in here.”

Toby furrows his brows, balls his fists and squeezes his eyes shut. “Jane…..I need her. Need to see her.”

Jane looks at him, narrowing her eyes as if waiting for the magic word.

“Please.” Toby opens his eyes and un balls his fists his face going blank again.

Jane sighs. Her black hair turning blonde. Her black eyes turning bluish green. Her black lips turning a lively pink. Her pale skin turning to a peachy fair tone. Her voice changing to a higher pitched one that Toby recognized and missed all too well.

“Hello, Toby” said the pseudo Lyra in front of him. She holds out her hands for Toby to take. “I missed you.”

Toby walk over and falls to his knees in front of her, taking her hands. “Lyra. I missed you. I missed you so much.” He couldn’t help it. He will always have a soft spot for his sister. Even though in the back of his mind he knew this wasn’t real.

Lyra softly cups Toby’s face. Her hands are warm and soft like he remembered her. He looks up at her, as she looks down at him softly. Lyra was the one person Toby didn’t mind being beneath. When she looked at him like that, he’ll stay beneath her forever.

“You had a nightmare about dad huh?” the pseudo Lyra said to him softly, still cupping his face.

Toby nods. “Your skin was so bruised. I couldn’t handle seeing you that way.”

“I’m okay Toby. See? I’m okay because of you.”

“I’d do anything to protect you. You…know that right?”

“Of course I do, Toby. All you’ve ever done was protect me.”

Toby put his head in her lap.

“But I couldn’t save you from the accident.”

“No one could. It’s not your fault.”

The disguised Jane, runs her fingers through his hair.

She had replicated everything about Lyra perfectly. Down to her fingernails. Toby loved every second of it. He missed his sister so badly. This was as close as he was going to get to her ever again.

“Lyra. I love you. I love you. I love you so much” Toby just lets it all out. Everything he wishes he said more to the real one.

“…….I love you too, Toby.”

That’s the last thing Jane says as Lyra before turning back to her normal self.

Toby immediately takes his head out of her lap and stands up. His face having a look of shock and anger.

“No! Jane, damnit, bring her back!”

“Toby. That’s enough for one night.”

“Bring….her back….God! Someone bring her back….” Toby sounded like he was about to cry, but quickly stops and catches himself. He’s above that. Above the grief and pain. He’s stronger than that.

Jane hugs him.

Toby tries to resist at first, but melts into it, hugging her back.

“I know what it’s like to loose the ones you love Toby. I’m sorry.”

How Toby loves women. They’re so soft and sweet. They’ve been comforting him all his life. Nothings changed.

“Thank you….Jane.”

Toby pulls away and leaves her room. Not wanting to be any more vulnerable than he has to be. Getting back into his bed and waiting to Nina to come home and join him in it. Maybe he’ll tell her he loves her more often. Maybe not. He’ll see how he feels in a few hours.

(Once again this isn’t proof read, sorry! I think Jane canonically being able to shape shift is so cool. Also happy Monday :3)

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #crp #ticcy toby #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta nina the killer #ticci toby hcs #ticci toby creepypasta #toby rogers #janeeverlasting #janethekillerhcs #creepypasta angst #angst #ticci toby hc #ticcitoby #creepypasta ticci toby

[homicidal-slvt]

Yandere Jason the Toymaker altering y/n when y/n run to SlenderMan the father figure scared for life

"Pretty Toy"

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Jason The Toymaker x GN|Y/N

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Warnings: Angst, Yandere, Torture, Violence

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Your sobs echoed off the walls of the room you were confined into, the various stitches along your skin burning.

Everything hurt and your body didn't fully feel like it was yours anymore.

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"Pretty toy~"

You heard him coo while wrapping his arms around you, he smelled strong of blood and decay and his touch made you want to hurl.

His clawed hands softly traced your sides while he hummed a tune, it was a dark sound mimicking the noise of an old music box, eerily similar to the song your music box played...

How long has he been watching you..?

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"Please.... I wanna go home..."

You weren't one to beg, you were a hardened proxy and tough as nails. However any person after all of this would be begging, no matter how strong they are.

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You had attempted to escape resulting in this punishment, resulting in him deciding to permanently mark you, make you his most precious prize.

You were forced to be awake the whole time as pretty ribbons and such were sewn into your flesh, your wailing and crying doing you no good.

"JASON I'M SORRY JUST PLEASE STOP I'M SORRY-"

"Shhh... Just be still."

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Suddenly a familiar static filled your ears and your head shot up, desperately you clutched onto the wall and lifted yourself to your feet.

"Slendy!!!"

You called out and the door to your room was quickly ripped off it's hinges by the entities tendrils, he stepped into the room and his heart sank.

The last thing he ever wanted was to find you like... That.

He felt as if he failed you since it took him so long to locate you.

"You came for me..."

You mumbled and his heart broke even more, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you back home.

"Of course I did, Y/N..."

This wasn't the end though... Jason was still out there. He would never stop looking for you.

However, Slender would never stop trying to protect you either.

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{More Content}

#jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker angst #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #jason the toymaker x you #creepypasta yandere #creepypasta angst #vee's creepypasta works

[scenezfreak]

Hey! Since I love myself some angst basically what if Jeff cheated on his s/o and she found out??

IM GONNA CRY WHILE WRITING THIS AHHH

Only doing headcannons for this one 🙏

Jeff cheating on his S/O

Warnings: Angst and mean Jeff

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI.

• He doesn’t care, he could literally care less

• He’d still keep you of course, you have nobody else anyways

• He’d probably gaslight you to make you think he didn’t really mean it

• if you told him you were going to leave him he’d lock you up

• But tbh you’re his pretty thing so he’d probably cheat on you then kill that girl, but he wouldn’t care if you caught him

• He knows you don’t have the heart to actually leave him so he keeps doing it

• Almost impossible to get him to stop, if you asked he’d say “you wanna die instead?” To which you, of course, say no

• Would only stop cheating if it gets boring to him

• “Sorry I can’t hang out with you rn, I got somewhere to be”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #creepypasta angst #Jeff the killer angst #angst #STOP I HATE ANGST #*sobs*

[creepylittlelady]

Angsty? Puppet Strings Headcanon

(THIS HEADCANON MAY NOT BE CANON COMPLIANT! PLEASE DONT BE MEAN IF I SAY SOMETHING THAT IS AGAINST CANON. If you’re confused about how Slenderman/Operator is portrayed, please check out my post on Slenderman headcanons!)

The Operator, when it takes over the Slenderman body, has specific punishments that it gives the Proxies when they disobey. Same with the Creeps in general.

For example; Toby’s punishment.

Toby is one of the few who doesn’t REALLY disobey, as his mind is way too scrambled to actually think about disobeying, but there are times where he gains back his composure and tries to disobey the Operator.

His punishment?

Well, for context, when Charles initially took Toby to the mansion he just wouldn’t stop grieving and lashing out. The Operator took over soon after and decided that if Toby was just so unhappy with his current memories then he’d be more useful without them.

So he took away most of his memories, but didn’t make too much of an effort to continue wiping them, so Toby is slowly gaining back his memories of his life, and he’s incredibly happy about it.

The Operator is well aware of this.

When Toby disobeys, the Operator will wipe any memories that he still has, much to Toby’s horror and ONLY keep the worst ones, in fact it’ll force Toby to relive them over and over and over again. It’ll then show him hallucinations of Lyra during Sleep Paralysis.

Worst of all, it’ll mess with his perception. It will manipulate his emotions to turn him into an angry unstable mess and every time Natalie/Clockwork will try and calm him down it’ll make Toby furiously angry so that he’ll hit her or yell at her.

Toby’s worst fears; hurting the few people that he loves, being reminded of Lyra, and losing the little memories that he still has.

The Operator takes advantage of all his worst of fears and it takes them right to the top.

#littlelady #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta au #slenderman #puppet strings #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #Ticci Toby angst #creepypasta angst #the operator #THE SLENDERMAN AND OPERATOR ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE!!! #slenderman headcanons

[luvelyylee]

sigh. drowning in ticci toby angst

#ticci toby #angst #creepypasta angst #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #crp #crp fandom #toby erin rogers #toby rogers

[vampiiu]

Bloody Painter x Addict!Reader

TW // CW: Referenced drugs, vomit, angst, strong language

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, no specific drug mention, raw pain, non-romanticized drug use.

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He came as soon as he got your call. He's known about your drug issues for a while, but he didn't know the withdrawal symptoms would appear so soon.

"(Y/N)!"

His heart immediately shattered when he saw your vulnerable figure laying on the couch. You were gripping your stomach, completely soaked in your own sweat and tears. He sprinted towards you, avoiding the puddle of vomit in front of the sofa. He grabbed your face in his hands as he placed a peck on your lips before asking a panicked 

"Are you ready to be picked up?? We need to get you to bed"

You nodded a relieved approval and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. Helen laid you in your bed. At this point, he was sweating almost as much as you. He had never been in this situation before. He muttered a few curse words at himself before hurrying into the bathroom to get a small trash can before you puke again. When he got back, he sat the trash can on the ground.

Helen teared up. "I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner," he apologized.

You panted a few times before you could get any comprehensible words out. "honey it's okay.. you.. you're h-here no-'' You interrupted yourself with a groan of pain and a fast hand to your chest.

Helen's eyes widened as he tried not to cry in front of you. His emotional barriers have always been strong, but he can't handle seeing you in this much pain. He sat next to you on the bed and held one of your hands in both of his.

Suddenly, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You screamed. Not at Helen, not at yourself, not even at your crazy neighbor who always gets on your nerves; just at the universe. At any god who is out there. Hoping whoever or whatever the fuck made withdrawal symptoms would acknowledge the agony they brought to so many people.

Helen couldn't conceal his emotions either. He bit his bottom lip and his throat felt as if it was on fire. It felt scratchy, acidic even, as he tried to stay strong for you. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep it up. He choked on his tears before seizing you into his tight embrace. Tears streamed down his face and his usually emotionless eyes had become a glassed over ocean. You sat in your bed, in his arms, sobbing and sniffling. Your head was turned upwards, you didn't want him to see you in such a horrible state. His head was tucked into the crease of your neck as he yelled a strained "IT'LL BE OKAY! YOU'LL BE OKAY!!" as he wept even more. He inhaled and exhaled heavily before whispering in your ear, "It'll all be over soon.. I promise. It's only temporary, and at least you're still clean," he kissed your earlobe before continuing, "You're getting better and I'm so fucking proud of you."

#creepypasta #bloody painter #helen otis #helen otis x reader #bloody painter x reader #male reader #gn reader #gn #bloody painter x gn reader #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta helen #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fic #angst #creepypasta angst #unknown #cp #cp fandom

[sister-lucifer]

When It Rains

Tim Wright/Masky x Gender Neutral Reader 

READ THE FIRST PART HERE 

READ PART THREE HERE

Genre: Fluff, a bit angsty but has a happy ending, not explicitly romantic

Summary: It’s been raining all day, and the gloomy weather has you thinking about what could’ve been, and especially what never will be.

Content/Warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of death/suicide, it’s a little sad, I guess? But that’s it. Reader just speculates on how life would’ve been if the Operator hadn’t fucked them over and gets down about it, but theres a happy ending. 

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It’s raining again. Not that that’s new. Springtime out here sees its fair share of storms. Normally you’d observe the rain from inside, but today something inside was gnawing at you for some fresh air. 

The old rocking chair creaks beneath your weight, moving to and fro softly as you watch the rain. It comes down in sheets off the sides of the cover, splattering to the muddy ground and making a shallow moat around the patio. It lands loudly on the old tin roof, rattling and groaning in a manner that is far too dramatic. It obscures anything beyond the perimeter of the cabin and hides everything in a misty haze. 

It’s going to be foggy tomorrow, you think. It usually is when it rains like this. It’ll be cold for the next few days, too, and the ground will be soggy for weeks. Miserable weather, that is. Not that that’s new. 

It’s a good day to wonder, that’s all. You’ve been doing plenty of that lately. A bit too much, maybe, but there’s no helping that. 

You’ve been living out here with Tim for…shit. How long has it been? Almost a year, you think, but your perception of time is unreliable at best. It’s just one of the many things you lost when your world turned upside down.

That’s what it’s really about. The loss. Tim doesn’t like to talk about it, but you know you both feel it, him even more so than you. He was going to go to college, get a degree, and he’d be damn good at it, too. He was going to find a place of his own, maybe adopt a dog, a big old Saint Bernard like he had when he was a boy, the only type of housemate that wouldn’t annoy him. That’s what he’s told you, anyways. Not sober, of course, not even close; he’d never tell you anything that personal without at least a bit of alcohol in his system. He’s been drinking less since you showed up, though. You noticed he was cutting back a couple months after you moved in. You wonder if you’ll ever get him to open up like that again.

But those were Tim’s plans. He was already in his mid twenties when things really went south, you were barely out of high school when everything started. You didn’t really have plans. So…what are you mourning, exactly? 

You don’t really have an answer to that. 

You didn’t really have a set path for yourself. Your plan barely existed, and it’s feeble skeleton was little more than an intention to simply float around until something caught your eye. You’d find your way eventually, there was no need to worry. At least, that’s what you used to think. 

Now where do you go?

You didn’t have any real plans, no, and you can’t mourn something that never existed, but it there’s this heavy feeling that comes with knowing you’ll never be able to choose. 

That’s what it comes down to, you realize. Choice. 

No, you didn’t have any plans, but that was because you had all the options you could ever want. Now, you don’t have any plans because you’ve only got one. 

Tim does everything he can to keep you entertained out here. Hell, he risks his life every time he walks down the path to his truck to go to town for you, or when he just steps off the porch to refill the bird feeder he knows you love to watch. Nothing outside of these walls in these woods is safe. If it weren’t raining so hard, he’d tear you a new one for even sitting on the porch. 

It’s a miserable existence, but it’s so nice to have someone to be miserable with, even if he can’t change anything. 

You just wish that was enough to push away that yearning for more, that subtle thrumming ache that only wells up in your stomach late at night, that want that urges you to just take the truck and leave, to forget this cabin and Tim and everything in these godforsaken woods. 

But you can’t. 

You’d die. And even if you didn’t, the guilt of stranding Tim would eat you alive, especially knowing he’d kill himself before letting that thing get him. 

You don’t want to think about that. You push the thoughts away before they can take root in your mind. It’s better to just not consider that possibility at all. 

You jump when you hear the front door open. You look back to see Tim standing there, one hand buried in his pocket and the other still on the door handle. 

“The hell are you doin’ out here?” He huffs, “I been yellin’ for ya, thought you up and ran off.” 

You give him a weak smile, but you can’t keep it up for very long. You pull your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them, curling up as if trying to make yourself look as small as possible. You mumble an apology, but don’t look at him. 

He pauses, then, and you can imagining his expression changing to confusion and then concern before he covers it up again. His footsteps come up behind you, the wooden porch creaking beneath him. His hand grabs the back of the rocking chair and forces it to still before he pulls it backward to get a look at you.

“…What’s up with you, kid?” 

You shrug. It’s an easier response than an explanation, but it doesn’t satisfy him at all. 

“C’mon, we both know that’s bullshit,” He says with a dry chuckle, and he’s entirely correct. “What’s goin’ on?”

You sigh, thinking for a moment about your answer. 

“…It’s just…I dunno. Do you ever, like…think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t…you know…”

It’s a stammering, stumbling attempt at explaining yourself, but he understands. He nods, crossing his arms and leaning back against the house. 

“Yeah, sometimes,” He replies, scratching at his stubble, “But if I’m bein’ honest, it ain’t gonna do you any good. That sorta thing only gets ya down.”

He’s right about that, too. If only it were that easy to just stop. It’s just so hard not to wonder at least every once in a while, it’s human nature. You just wish you knew when to stop. You just wish you were able to ignore the ‘what if’s that piled up in the back of your mind until they couldn’t stand anymore and toppled over into a pathetic mess of rubble. They’ll crush you one day if you aren’t careful, but such an idea seems almost inevitable. 

“Do you think—“ You start, but stop short before you can get any further. Tim quirks a brow, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s making that skeptical face. 

“…Do I think what?” He asks. 

You hesitate to answer. Is this really a question you want to ask? If this starts an argument you won’t be able to take back, will it ruin the comfort you and Tim have finally managed to establish with each other? You can’t just not tell him now, though, or you’ll just piss him off more. He doesn’t care for secrets, but he can’t stand when someone wusses out of a conversation at the last second. 

“…Do you think if you had the chance you would…like, go back in time? If you could make it to where none of this ever happened, would you?”

You feel stupid asking that, and it doesn’t help that Tim is silent for far too long before he answers. You’re already regretting this. 

Tim finally opens his mouth, and he stammers for a few moments before his sounds turn into words.

“…I don’t really think I can answer that, kid. That’s a tough one.” 

He sounds monotone, almost uncaring, but you can tell he’s doing it on purpose

to conceal whatever he doesn’t want you to know he’s feeling. You finally turn to look at him with a look that says ‘Can you please try?’ 

His eyes widen for a moment, his shoulders tensing in that subtle way they only do when he’s scared. His lips part slowly, and it sounds like he’s forcing his next words out. 

“I don’t know. Maybe? I…”

He trails off, and you turn away again. Then there’s silence for another few moments. 

Then he’s beside your chair, slowly lowering himself to sit down and doing that annoyed groan he does anytime he has to strain his back. He takes a moment to get comfortable, and you see him reach for his pocket to grab a cigarette only to sigh in disappointment when he realizes he left them inside. You feel bad for smiling, but at least he won’t be able to hide behind his smoke the way he likes to when a conversation makes him uncomfortable. 

He accepts his fate, leaning back on his hands and staring out into the rain with you. 

“I might,” He finally says, “But it wouldn’t be an easy choice.” 

“Why not?” You ask, and for some reason he chuckles at that. 

“Good question. This isn’t how I expected things to end up, no one does, but…I couldn’t just up and leave this.” 

‘This’ he says. ‘This?’ That hardly answers your question. You quirk a brow at him, and he begrudgingly continues. 

“You know, I just…I’ve gotten attached to all this—“ 

“What’s this, exactly?” You interrupt, and he winces like he was hoping you wouldn’t ask that. “I can’t imagine there being anything here worth sticking around for.”

“…There wasn’t. Not for a long time,” He says, and now it’s your turn to pause. 

“…What did you say?” 

“There wasn’t,” He repeats, “Not until…not when I was alone. But now…” 

‘You,’ you realize that’s what he’s trying to say, ‘You are the only thing worth staying for.’ 

For some reason, that hurts. Maybe you feel guilty that you ever thought about leaving him, or maybe you feel bad that you of all people are his only friend. The bar for happiness is really low around here. 

You slowly unfurl from your spot on the chair, letting your feet rest on the porch as you slump down a bit. 

“So…you’re saying you wouldn’t?”

You expected an immediate answer. Stupid of you, really. He’s hesitating again. You’d thought you’d get a quick yes or no. You’re not sure if this is better or worse. 

“I’m not…saying anything,” Tim assures you, “I’m just saying that…I’d at least have to think about it.” 

“Yeah, but you have to make a choice,” You say with an eye roll, and the words coming out more forceful than you intended. Fortunately, his stoney exterior deflects any vitriol you could spew at him. 

The silence that settles over you this time is heavy. It makes you slump even further down in your chair. You hate the silence that always follows when you say something that turned out far too mean. 

You don’t breathe until Tim speaks again.

“Okay, yeah…I would.” 

You don’t know how you feel about that answer, but you don’t have much time to think before he continues. 

“But only because I’d know where to find you this time.” 

That surprises you. You sit back up in your chair, looking down at him with an unmistakably confused look. 

“Huh?” You blurt out, and your cheeks warm a bit when he chuckles at your noise of bewilderment.

“I’d do it, yeah, but I couldn’t just leave you to fend for yourself,” He explains, “I’d do it, but I wouldn’t abandon you. Now I know who you are, what you liked to do, where you’d hang out, all those things from before shit hit the fan. I just don’t want you to think I’d, ya know…forget about you like that. I’d come find you, that’s all. I think we’d find each other anyways, though.”

Something in your chest aches as he speaks, and it makes you want to curl up again, but you can’t move. You stare at him for a long few moments, and you’re lucky he doesn’t look up at you because you wouldn’t be able to pull your eyes away. You can’t even blink. 

“I told you kid,” He adds, “I care about you. I always have.”

What do you say to that? 

You don’t know, so you stay silent. You want to say something, to return the monument of emotion he’s just offered to you, to somehow express reciprocity, but you don’t know how. You’re silent. 

You don’t move as Tim stands back up, cracking his back and stretching his legs. He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving a small, affectionate squeeze. 

“I gotta go start dinner,” He says curtly, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. Don’t spend too long out here. If you get sick, Imma say I told you so.” 

You nod, but give no further response. He pulls his hand away, and you think that’s the end of it, but just as you realize you haven’t heard him go to leave you feel him leaning over you. 

You tense. You’re not sure why, but you do. 

You feel him press a brief kiss to the top of your head before he pulls away again. It wasn’t even a kiss, really, he just pushed his lips against your head for a moment, but for that moment it was like everything you’d ever worried about up until that point was arbitrary. It doesn’t last long, but it lingers in the air like the smoke from Tim’s cigarettes as he pulls away and walks back into the house. 

You’re alone again.

Now what? 

You weigh your options for a moment, but once Tim’s footsteps disappear into the house it feels far too quiet out here, even with the rain beating down on the roof above you. 

You wait for only a few moments more to make sure you won’t seem too eager to follow him before you get up, lazily making your way back inside. 

You find yourself wondering again, this time about what Tim is making for dinner tonight, and you take a second to appreciate the pleasure in such simple problems. 

There are things that will never be now, and there’s no changing that.

But for tonight, this is pretty damn nice. 

#gender neutral reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta angst #marble hornets fluff #marble hornets angst #fluff #angst #tim wright #masky #tim wright x reader #masky x reader

[montimer]

Jeff the killer x reader who has/had abusive parents

Warning:mention of killing,a bit of angst

(The only normal gif i could find 😭)

You were crying in the bathroom. And when jeff came home he immediately busted down the door

"Y/N?"

After you explained the reason he was furious

He would hug and hush you. "It's all good,im here."

He will listen to you

He thinks ab killing giving a visit to ur parents

But he doesn't wanna make it worst so he just stayes w/ you

When you talk ur anger out he will squeeze ur hand a little

He can make you happier when he curses ab ur parents

"Assholes" or any other kinda shit like that

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer angst #creepypasta angst #comfort #creepypasta jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x gn reader #jeff the killer x reader angst #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta x gn reader

[insomniac-shado]

Nothing, just thinking about Clockwork finding out Toby has his memory wiped by Slenderman, effectively meaning she too has been erased from his mind. The was she’d stare at him from a distance, feeling heartbroken, as this wasn’t her Toby anymore- it was the Toby Slenderman created. That the boy she’d loved so dearly would never remember her, or the wonderful memories they’d made, the care and passion they’d had for each other- it was all gone. Because of that damned monster.

She hates Slenderman. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hates him. He took away the last person she had, the only person who’d ever treated her with true kindness.

And she was gonna make that creature pay.

#ticciwork #ticciwork angst #angst #ticciwork headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby angst #clockwork #clockwork angst #clockwork headcanons #natalie oulette #natalie oulette angst #natalie oulette headcanons #creepypasta #creepypasta angst #creepypasta headcanons

[crp-low-quality-content]

Eyeless Jack x AFAB reader: memories

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CW: gore, cheating, angst, character death, mentions of sex.

A/N: First time posting an angst fanfic that I planned and had an idea behind, well if no one likes it I'll just pretend nothing happened. I hope it's good and you enjoy it.

Reader's POV:

I lived with him for a few years, he's always been very affectionate with me and perhaps one of the only people I've been able to trust in my life.

And it really was, I never had luck with people and relationships, to the point where I couldn't even trust my own family.

And since I had a difficult life in the city with a bad job, annoying people and loneliness, I agreed to move to where Jack lived, a cabin in the middle of the forest.

At the cabin he brings everything i need and want, while I take care of it and grow some of what I eat.

And it was good, for the first time I could experience the feeling of genuine happiness that I missed from my childhood.

He made me happy after a troubled life.

I know it's weird to have this relationship because he's a demon, or something like that, but it's just that in life you meet people that are so evil that they make demons more trustworthy.

And I loved him, since the day we met for the first time.

Well, I confess that I was a little scared before but it seems that he became less threatening each time I got to know him more.

And as soon as I gained his trust, we started to have a friendly relationship, and then slowly everything escalated into a romantic relationship and then I decided to live with him.

And everything seemed like a Disney princess story, we always did everything together, we cooked, we watched movies, we showered, and in the end, we were cuddling and kissing. It's like we couldn't stay apart from each other.

I had never had a person who gave me so much love before, so I always reciprocated by making handmade gifts, taking care of him and doing whatever he wanted, he was like a sun in my life.

He even put his mark on me, the demonic mark like a bite on my neck during one of our love making sessions, a permanent mark which represents a unbreakable bond as he told me.

Everything was always so good, that even when we fought, we started talking again as if nothing had happened before.

But it seems like this year he started acting weird towards me, suddenly all that burning fire and unconditional love from Jack had gone out like a dead flame.

He was more distant than usual, he spoke very little to me and all the sex, making out and words of affirmation were slowly becoming less frequent.

I thought he was sick, or that something had happened to him, maybe someone was causing this or hurting my love.

But every time I tried to talk to him, he just avoided bringing up the subject, diverted the conversation or invented something very important to do at that moment.

Of course, this made me worried, maybe I had touched a nerve, maybe something very worrying was happening to Jack, but as he didn't want to tell me I just respected it.

And of course I also suspected that something was wrong with me, but as I was sure I hadn't done anything, I thought something had happened to Jack.

And the days went by, I remember that that was the grayest week of my life, I really remembered what it was like to feel alone, what my life was like before.

Even though I had things to do and distract my mind in the cabin, it was strange doing all that without Jack's company.

It was as if those activities had lost their meaning and were empty.

But after a week he spoke to me again, apologized for the sudden silence and we went back to normal.

He never told me what had happened, but I was happy that at least I had Jack back.

We had sex that night and it was one of the best I've ever had, it was like filling a need I couldn't hold back any longer.

The next day I woke up feeling strange. Jack, suspicious of the situation, went into town that morning and returned with a pregnancy test.

We didn't know whether to be happy or shocked by the situation.

We didn't even expect it to be possible for us to procreate.

In the end we accepted that, and Jack started to take care of me so that our baby could come into the world healthy.

But deep down I still felt weird, and it wasn't anything related to the baby or my pregnancy.

My intuition kept screaming that there was still something wrong, something that had changed in my life since Jack had been silent that week.

Even though he still gave me all the love in the world, I felt like that love didn't feel the same, like it wasn't truly genuine or meant to fill some hole.

Some hole he didn't want me to discover, so I kept my guard up for any clues as to what was going on.

It was until one night I was sleepless so I stayed up late in bed with Jack without him noticing.

Until he went on another night out to collect organs and I stayed in bed waiting, maybe that had something to do with what was happening.

And since I was sleepless, I stayed awake until he came back. And he returned, not realizing that I hadn't slept yet.

Until then everything was normal, He took off his clothes and went to bed, and as he lay down next to me I smelled something strange and unusual on him.

It wasn't blood or mud, it seemed more sweet but slightly acidic.

That's when I realized what was going on but I kept my composure, I tried not to cry or think about it or he would feel the scent of my sadness.

The day dawned gray, as if my world had died and I had lived a lie for several years.

I didn't see Jack as my one and only love anymore, and now he was just a stranger to me.

It was as if we had never loved each other before, and nothing I experienced with him was real.

He lied to me, he lied.

I waited for him to leave and cried all morning until he came back.

I didn't know what to do, I would never be able to forgive him, I've had my dignity taken away too much in this life, I wouldn't want it taken away again.

I confess that Jack changed in some way, there was something strange in his aura, something that scared me.

I felt like the first time I met him, he seemed more threatening now.

I didn't feel safe in his presence even though he seemed "normal." It was as if at any moment he was going to attack me and he was manipulating me just to give me a false sense of security.

A security that he always promised, he was always very protective of me, but now it seemed like I was just another prey.

But It was already almost nine months of pregnancy, my belly was huge and our baby would soon come into the world.

Maybe he wouldn't try anything with me when our son was born... Or no, maybe he was just waiting for me to deliver the child.

All of this was my speculation, since Jack had a strange vibe after that night.

And I myself must have changed in some way towards him after that night, I became a little distant but I tried to hide it.

I always remembered the smell and how it felt to be betrayed.

But I was afraid I thought to try to get revenge and he would want to retaliate and take my life in some way.

I know it seems absurd, but I had already completely lost trust in him due to what he had done and the circumstances of our relationship.

It was like coming back to reality and seeing how stupid I was to think that a literal demon was worthy of being loved.

If he was already interested in someone, what if he started to like that person or thing more than me?

And if that happens, what will happen to me?

What if... What if he thinks about getting rid of me?

...Kill me?

My mind sometimes imagines too many things, sometimes I go out of my normal range, but this is a great possibility within everything I've ever experienced.

More tears fell and I felt a terrible pain in my chest, I collapsed crying again on my bed, until I felt weak and fell asleep.

I woke up in the afternoon and Jack was by my side. He had asked if I had slept at night and commented on how swollen my eyes were.

There seemed to be some concern in his tone, but I replied that I just hadn't slept well.

As the week went by I came up with a plan to find out but I didn't know where to start, so I had the idea of ​​following him on his outings, but it would be difficult.

I would have to sleep in clothes suitable for going out at night, but he would suspect of me, since I always slept in pajamas.

Until that afternoon I saw a letter left for me on my plantation, the place I usually access the most, so it was definitely for me.

Yeah, it had my name, it was for me.

When I opened and read the letter I felt things like shock, hatred and then sadness again.

It seemed like everything I was suspecting was confirmed there, I wasn't paranoid.

The person who wrote the letter was getting involved with Jack, and he wasn't human, just like him.

He described how easy it was to steal my husband and how he was good in bed and I was a cuckold.

I didn't know whether to cry again or kill Jack, but since I was only human, what could I do?

I was trapped in a cage and my captor was much more powerful than me.

I wanted to believe it was all a lie and show Jack the letter, but given his strange behavior and everything that had happened so far I decided it was better not to.

It was just better for me to accept the truth once and for all.

As I couldn't face Jack and I was afraid that if he knew that I discovered everything he would do something to me, the best alternative was to leave without warning and hide.

So I slowly packed my things, I organized my clothes and my belongings in a way that would make them easy to put in my suitcase when I leave, but without raising suspicion or seeming too easy.

And the week passed, soon I was going to give birth to our son and that made me nervous because it was the week I was planning my escape.

Jack seemed closer now too, and he hadn't left my side all week, probably because of the baby.

It was the first time that his presence irritated me, I tried to show any affection but that would be useless if he smelled me and felt that I didn't love him anymore.

Maybe he didn't even suspect it since he never said anything, or maybe he did, I don't know.

I got the news that someone Jack knew had been injured and needed his help, oh it was just Toby.

So Jack had to leave but and promised to return as soon as possible.

And for me, it was my chance to finally leave and when he took a considerable distance from the cabin I quickly opened my suitcase and threw my things inside.

I already knew that region very well from living there and knew how to get to the nearest city, I was taking money and a first aid kit and food, I was more than prepared.

It was when I was leaving that I froze at the door when I came across a tall, pale figure, that thing was Humanoid and with strange features but handsome in some way, it seemed to be male.

The thing just looked me up and down and laughed in a mocking tone as if I had lost some competition.

He explained who he was and asked if I had received his letter.

I felt that hatred climbing my chest again when I remembered that fucking letter, that demon was provoking me again, but this time I didn't care much, since I didn't feel anything for jack anymore.

That demon continued to tease me as I headed away from the cabin, telling me all sorts of things that might offend me.

I tried to ignore him as much as possible but I couldn't take it and started responding to him in an equally rude and cold way.

He laughed and continued teasing me, but I kept my composure and just gratuitously offended him trying to regain my dignity.

Somehow I was amused by this because I saw he was getting angry and I was winning.

It was then that he released how flawed the idea of ​​a demon loving a human was, how weak we are and a bunch of other bullshit.

He said jack never loved me and will never love me, that humans are nothing but prey for demons.

Even tho it could be a truth I replied that even so, I was married to Jack and he was just the other guy.

This angered him deeply, and as I smiled and savored my victory I soon felt something crossing the area between my belly and my chest.

When I looked down I saw that the fucker had thrust his huge claws into me and then ripped them off with such force that I fell to the ground.

The pain was piercing, it was like nothing I had felt before, I felt my blood leaking and pouring on the ground, my veins popping and my face getting hot with my tears.

Until I howled and moaned loudly trying to contain a loud scream that could alert Jack.

For some reason I preferred to fend for myself rather than ask for his help, I already doubted any intention he had with me.

I didn't think he would actually help me.

I crawled away from the creature while he laughed like a child at some immature joke.

He told me to get away from there before Jack came back and finished the job.

It broke me too, how did he know I distrusted Jack? Was he just saying something or did he know something?

I tried to get up and leave as quickly as possible, but the pain was unbearable, I had to limp and lean against the trees without making any noise, keeping my hand pressed against the wound, I moved away from the creature and its laughter became more and more distant behind me.

it was only then that I remembered the baby, and then an even greater pain cut through my chest.

My mind filled with thoughts and my heart with panic, what if he had hurt my child?

My baby could be my only hope of being truly loved in this world.

I couldn't sit still and think, so I felt an even greater motivation and strength to get out of there and find someone to take me to the city.

Before going, I opened my suitcase and first aid kit and cleaned the wound and bandaged it.

I ate something noticing that the sun was setting, I didn't know if there would be cars on the road after that time, so I hurried through the forest to get there as quickly as possible.

I finally found the road, but I was already losing my strength and a lot of blood, what was in the kit might not be enough to stop an internal bleeding. And so I started walking slower still looking for a car or someone.

I had been walking for a few minutes, I was feeling very weak, everything was getting dark so I felt on the side of the road I lost my bag and I was waiting there for someone to arrive.

But no one came.

I felt like an abandoned dog on the street, who had escaped from an abusive home and was left to slowly die.

My vision started to get blurry and dark and soon I lay down, seeing the moon in the sky, it was hard to see it's details but I knew it was my only source of light.

And somehow I felt comforted, the moon might never leave me and I didn't feel alone in its light.

I slowly things didn't make much sense, but I could see every memory of my life so far playing like a movie for me.

I saw my family, school, high school, college, my first job and all the misfortunes and bad things that happened to me,every wound, every abandonment, every betrayal, even Jack.

I saw our life in the cabin and how absurd it was what he did to me after so much joy, maybe I really was insignificant to him, maybe jack was like any other man in the world, even though he was a demon.

Then I saw the demon that killed me.

This life was too difficult, maybe the child I was carrying could be my true light, but I couldn't never let them see the sun for the first time anymore.

I was sure that if I was going to be able to see my son anywhere, it wouldn't be here on earth.

Maybe next time I'll be able to meet you my little hope.

I closed my eyes and haven't heard anything since.

Investigator's POV:

This was the letter encrypted by a medium who visited the forest after several reports from visitors regarding paranormal activities in the region.

The activities vary, from voices, screams, cries, to a kind of Poltergeist in the forest that throws rocks at visitors and causes scratches on their skin.

There has even been a report of an alleged possession, it must be a very disturbed spirit.

The cabin in the region, which has been abandoned for a long time, is the location of most intense activity.

According to the descriptions, the spirit that disturbs the region must belong to −/·−/−−/·−/·−·//−−/·−/·−·/·−·/··, who after disappeared ten years ago was presumed dead weeks after a long search.

I try to process this story, which is pretty crazy by the way, a relationship between a demon and a human in the middle of nowhere, where the two got married and were going to have a child...

I even thought it was the medium's joke but after some investigation everything was confirmed when we found in the basement a frame containing a photo of the missing person and the thing they were married.

From the photo and the description on the card, this demon is very reminiscent of the internet legend "Eyeless Jack", that became popular in the golden age of creepypastas.

In the backyard of the cabin, where there was probably a small plantation, there was a simple tomb, which, when investigating the buried remains, confirmed that it belonged to −/·−/−−/·−/·−·//−−/·−/·−·/·−·/··.

We found no remains of the couple's child or this Jack, which perhaps indicates that they are alive or have left the region.

Of all the cases I've ever dealt with, this was the craziest.

Me as a paranormal investigator, I have dealt with all types of paranormal activity before, with varying stories, but nothing compares to this.

This ghost appears to be much more aggressive than any spirit I've ever investigated, and its story is pretty crazy too, somewhat intriguing.

But so far there's nothing left to see, maybe tomorrow I'll find more clues and then call a priest to bless the place.

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta angst #angst #ej x reader #creepypasta fandom

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Of Love And War || B.P

Pairing : Bloody Painter// Helen Otis X Reader Genre : Angst, fluff, yandere (also x hogwarts) Summary : Helen had always been in love with yoou. What will he do when he has to choose between the dark arts and you? Wordcount:7k Triggers: uhh, people die, Helen’s obv crazy,, Harry Potter spoilers I think that’s it, oh also reader isn’t entirely sane either

[ A/N: It took a while, but it’s finally here. : ) ]

Hogwarts, 1st year

" Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. I see you haven't got a project partner yet. Wanna partner up? " 

Helen glanced up from his desk as he's approached. He's aware of who you are. You're nice, a stereotypical Hufflepuff. The only thing that sets you apart from your housemates is that you've actually got a bite to your bark when provoked. 

This makes you quite popular amongst your housemates. 

" Why? Did your friends ditch you? " Helen snaps back rudely. 

His housemate, Theodore Nott, snorts. Helen doesn't get why he's listening in, but as long as Nott won't bother him, he doesn't care. 

" They partnered up with each other. If you don't want to be partners, that's fine, I'll just find someone else. " You shrug, seemingly unbothered by his rude attitude. 

You turn around to walk off, but before you can take a step, Helen suddenly finds his own hand clasped loosely around your wrist. 

" No, I need a partner too anyway, when can we meet? "

-

" Hey Otis! " Draco Malfoy calls out into the commonroom as soon as Helen enters. 

Helen sighs, not in the mood for Malfoy's bullshit. 

" Yes? " 

" So, L/N, huh? I didn't estimate you to be that low. She's a muggle born, is she not? " He scoffs, a disgusted look on his face. 

Helen barely glances his way. 

" I'm surprised to know that you manage to find time to butt into my business, Malfoy. If I were you, I'd study more for Charms. Your last grades were rather, embarrassing... Were they not? " 

Draco's eyes widen. No one's ever spoken to him like that before, but then again, he's never bothered to cross paths with Helen before. 

-

Hogwarts, Year 2

" Y/N, what are you doing here? " Helen whispers harshly as he spots his best and only friend. 

" What? Oh, hi Helen. I was looking for a good book to read. Why, is something wrong? " You ask him. 

" There's a monster loose who's out for muggle borns and you're casually hanging out by yourself. Don't do that. " He crosses his arms as he stands beside you. 

" Don't worry. I'll be okay. Besides, it's broad daylight-"

" I doubt the monster would care. Do me a favor, just stick around me. "

Your big eyes look up at Helen's words, before your lips turn up into a teasing smirk. 

" Awe, do you actually care about me? " 

He raises a brow at you. 

" Of course I do. You're the only person who's... I don't know, durable, I guess. " He shrugs. 

" I find you durable too. "

-

Hogwarts, Year 3

" Helen? " 

Said male woke up at the sound of his name being called. 

" Huh, what is it Y/N? " He grumbles. 

All of the students have been gathered in the great hall, the reason for it being Sirius Black on the loose. 

" Can I sleep beside you? " You ask him, no further explanation said. 

He slightly opens his eyes, glancing at you. Once he realizes you're most probably scared, he nods. 

" Yeah, whatever. "

And so you take the sleepingbag beside him. He's surprised you don't immediately quack his head off like you usually do, instead, you get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes. 

Helen can't help himself. He keeps looking at you for a while. He never really realized, but you really are gorgeous. 

It doesn't take long before you've drifted off. 

Neither of you mention it when you wake up cuddled into each other. 

-

Hogwarts, Year 4

" Helen, look at how cute this creature is! " You yell as you thrust the book of magical creatures you're looking at in his face. 

Helen blinks, needing a few minutes to be able to read what's on the page. 

" Bowtruckles? Really? They're not cute, they're pests. " 

You blink. 

" You say that as if you've seen them before. " 

" Because I have. They live in the trees behind the mansion I live in. " Helen says unimpressed, pushing your book aside to go back to reading his homework. 

" Wait so you have?-"

" Yes I have, no I will not show you. Also stop blabbering, and focus on your homework for once. " He says, smiling wryly at the end. 

He takes your book gently, closing it and setting it aside. Once it's placed on the table, he places a hand behind your head, suddenly pulling you close. 

" Study. " He says, his voice giving you shivers before he pulls away again. 

You blush faintly as he pulls away. 

Had Helen always been that attractive? 

-

" I dare you to swap wands with Y/N for a whole day. " Lui grins evilly.

You cough, before choking and eventually breathing again.

" What? That's not fair. My wand is the biggest traitor in the world, it works for almost everyone. Helen's is more loyal than,, I don't even know. That's how loyal it is." You complain.

Helen grins, holding his wand out to you. You huff and roll your eyes, before holding in out your own as well.

" Please don't listen to him." You whisper to your wand as you hand it to him.

Helen snorts, taking yours as you take his.

About twenty minutes later, you're in your defense against th dark arts class, and you feel sweat break out as you're stood on a dueling table, a classmate of yours stood opposite you.

You swallow, glancing down at Helen's wand which you're holding.

Time to test his wands' loyalty.

Your classmate opens her mouth, ready to fire a spell at you, but although nervous, you don't back down.

" Expelliarmus!" You shout.

To your ( and your friends') surprise, your classmate's wand flies out of their fingers.

" Well done Y/N, well done!" Your substitute teacher calls out with a proud grin.

You and Helen blink owlishly at one another.

-

Hogwarts, Year 5

" I think I'm going to join the Inquisitorial Squad. " Helen suddenly says as the two of you are chilling near the Black Lake. 

" What? Why? " You ask him. 

He shrugs. 

" For the extra credit. "

" You don't even need that though, you're top of the class. " You point out as you lay down in the grass. 

Helen glances at you for a moment, before scooting closer to you, pulling you into his embrace. 

" Promise me you won't engage in any stupid activities. "

-

" Bombarda Maxima. " 

Draco seemed smug when he pulls Cho Chang in front of the broken down wall. 

Helen felt anything but as his eyes connected with yours. 

Why didn't you listen to him? 

-

Helen and you barely spoke after he caught you being part of Dumbledore's Army. That doesn't mean he actually let you out of his sight though. 

​​​​​" I caught these two trying to help the Weasley girl! " Draco exclaimed proudly as he walked into Umbridge's office, holding who he recognized to be Neville Longbottom and you. 

His cold eyes never left yours the moment you entered the room. 

He had originally been called to fetch veritaserum so Umbridge could question Harry Potter. 

" I'm afraid you used the last of it already, professor. " He tells Umbridge, though he keeps his eyes on you. 

Umbridge opens her mouth, ready to tell him to go fetch Snape, but he's already towering over Draco before a word can leave her mouth. 

" Hand her over to me. " 

Draco doesn't think twice before pushing you into Helen's arms. 

" I thought I told you to stay out of trouble. " He whispers harshly to you. 

" Yeah, well, that's pretty hard when she's headmaster. " You bite back. 

" Shut it, you'll only get into more trouble. " He hisses. 

​​​​​​Meanwhile, Snape has dropped by, Harry said something sketchy to him and now Hermoine's yelling something about a secret weapon. 

Moments later, the golden three are out of the room, along with Umbridge. 

" Well then-"

" Do with them whatever you like. I'll have a good talk with her. " Helen says before Draco can even finish his sentence. 

Next thing you know is that he's roughly pulling you out of the room and into the hallway. 

" Hey! No need to be so rough! -"

" If you don't want me to be so rough, fucking listen to me! " He yells suddenly, slamming you into the wall. 

You blink, fear slowly seeping into you. He's never been rough with you. Nor have you ever seen him mad before. 

When he finally catches up to your reaction, he slowly lets go of the shoulder he's had pressed against the wall. 

" Look, sorry, but-"

" I'm not someone you can boss around Helen, you should know that by now. " You tell him carefully. 

" Boss around?! The only reason I'm bossing you around is because you easily manage to get into trouble- Which I in turn hate, because Umbridge is a major bitch. " He bursts out suddenly, running a hand through his hair. 

He turns to look at you, his crystal blue eyes boring into yours with an unusual amount of emotion and affection. 

He carefully steps closer to you, and when you don't step away, he cups your face with both of his hands. 

" I'm in love with you, Y/N. " 

Your eyes widen at his confession. Yes, you most definitely have a crush on him too, but love? 

You carefully place your hands on his sides. 

" Helen, I like you too. " 

He doesn't need to hear anymore as he connects your lips together. He gives you a soft peck, never having kissed anyone before. 

He's your first kiss as well, but you're less shy. You move one of the hands on his sides to cup his face, pulling him back to you. 

You might not know what the future holds for you, but you believe you'll be okay in the battle against he-who-musn't-be-named with him by your side. 

-

Malfoy Manor, summer before 6th year

Helen's monotone expression remains the same as he comes face to face with the dark lord himself. 

" Ah, Helen it is? I believe you'll be a great addition to my army. I trust you accept? " The dark lord speaks to him. 

Helen doesn't need to look at his parents to know that this is what they want him to do. 

" Of course. " He answers, voice holding no tone of flattery. 

" Good, good, just the answer I hoped. You see, I've set a mission for your friend, Draco. I, however, believe it's best if you help. " The dark lord tells him. 

Helen nods, shortly glancing at Draco who's seemingly trying his best not to quiver. 

-

Your eyes widen as you look at the letter your friend Hermoine send you. 

Dear Y/N, 

Hi, Hermoine here. I was out with Ron and Harry the other day when I saw Malfoy and Otis acting suspicious by Borgin and Burks. I know we're not close, but I thought that Malfoy and Otis weren't either. Just giving you a heads up in case he's now on you-know-who's side. 

Can't wait to see you in school! 

Hermoine Granger

Did Helen really join him? 

-

Hogwarts, Year 6

So far, things have been relatively grim between you and Helen. The two of you talk, as you always do, but sometimes he randomly runs off with Malfoy, sometimes for hours on end, without any explanation. 

" What's going on with you and Malfoy? " 

Helen looks up as he hears you ask the question he dreads to answer. 

" Nothing. We don't talk all that often, why? " 

" 'You don't talk that often? ' He literally came to pick you up from our study date yesterday. " You raise a brow. 

He sighs, but doesn't say anything otherwise. 

" Look, I know you're hiding something. I also feel like it's got something to do with you-know-who being back. I need you to tell me Helen, are we together in the war that will no doubt be coming, or not? " 

He remains silent, confirming your fears. 

" Okay. I guess I'll see you arou-"

He's pulling you right back down beside him before you can finish your sentence and properly get up from the grass. 

" You're right. I'm afraid we won't be on the same team when it comes to the war Y/N." He sighs, his eyes turning sad. 

You haven't seen him so emotional since last year, when he confessed his feelings for you. Now, he's got a tight grip on your hand. He's avoiding eye contact, but his deep blue eyes look sad whilst he's looking out on the black lake. You know what it means; he's worried about something. 

" This summer wasn't like any other. Malfoy and I were approached by the Dark Lord to join his side. We know better than to say no. Now we've been charged a mission. I won't burden you with what.... " He explains. 

You look at your boyfriend, shocked by what he's telling you. 

" Just, please tell me, are you asked to kill someone? " You ask, taking the hand he's holding into both of your own. 

In return, he pulls you into his side, wrapping the arm you were holding around you as he replaces it with his free hand in your own. 

" Yes. "

-

" I once knew a boy, he was quite like you you see, he made all the wrong choices-"

" Get it over with Malfoy. " Helen hisses, stepping out from where he was hidden in the shadows. 

" Otis?-"

" I don't need a peptalk. I'm morally much worse than you know. " He says. 

Dumbledore could tell he was right. Helen's eyes were dark, filled with some kind of unexplained rage. Like he's been carrying around anger for a very long time. 

In a quick attempt to keep Helen from doing what Dumbledore has asked Severus to do, he tries to get through to him. 

" What would miss L/N think, Helen? "

" She'll never know. " He says, slipping his wand out of his pocket. 

Just as Dumbledore hoped, the sound of more people arriving catches their attention. 

" There's others? How? "

" The vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement. It has a twin. "

-

The Burrow, summer after 6th year

" What was the first thing I said to you when Helen became our housemate?! " Link yells as he points his wand at you and his own twin brother Ben. 

Ben is quick to react, pulling his own wand out and pointing it back at his twin while he pulls you protectively behind his form. 

" What the hell is this about Link-"

" Answer me! "

" That he looks like a damn angel and smells like flowers! " Ben yells frustrated. 

You pop your head out from behind his back. 

" I mean, I agree- but,, what? " 

Link grins, lowering his wand. 

" We have to check everyone this way, they knew we were coming. " Link says, stepping inside of the burrow, letting you and Ben in as well. 

Today, the trace has finally faded on Harry, and because of that, you, Ben, Link and Lui were helping with bringing him to the Burrow, the Weasleys' household. You had been paired up with Ben (with you morphing into Harry, thanks to the Polyjuice potion. Now, you're thankfully back in your own skin.) Everyone is also staying at least until the wedding of Ron's brother Billy and Fleur. 

" George! Are you okay? " You ask as you see him nearly passed out on the couch, his twin by his side as always. 

" Oh, yeah, feeling kinda holy, don't worry.-"

" Y/N! Thank Merlin you made it! " Hermoine calls suddenly, running to you to give you a big hug. 

" Hermoine! You too." You smile as you return the hug. 

It thankfully doesn't take long until the rest arrives. 

" Mad eye's dead. Mundunges fled as soon as he saw the first death eater appear. " Billy says, bringing an uncomfortable silence with him. 

-

You smile sadly at the couple who're dancing. You're happy for them, truly, but you're also sad, as they remind you of what (or rather who) you're missing. 

" Pitty party for one I see, mind if I join? " 

You look up from where you seated to see Link standing there. 

You snort. 

" Sure, sit down. "

" Kind of sad that they're having a wedding right now." You say as soon as he sat down. 

" You think so? " He asks in return. 

" Yeah, you don't? " 

" I think it's rather cute that they choose to die married, kind of. " 

" I mean, I guess you could see it like that too. Never expected you to be a 'till death do us part' kind of guy. " You tease. 

Understandably so too, Link had always been a player for as long as you knew him. 

" What can I say, I suppose I'm full of surprises. " 

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you after that for a moment, until he spoke the words you dreaded to hear. 

" You know, I saw him. " Link started carefully, looking at your face. 

" When we escorted Harry here. He didn't shoot a spell at me, but I can't read him. He didn't exactly seem to be there against his will either-"

" He was forced Link, just like everyone else in that wretched army. "

" I know, but still. You should be careful.... I think there's a chance- DUCK! " Link cut himself off as he threw himself on you, pulling the both of you down. 

Death eaters started breaking down the tent, shooting spells left and right. From the corner of your eye, you could see the golden trio apparate. 

" Wand out, Y/N." Link says as he gets up, throwing spells right back at them. 

You get up too, intending to do the same. However, before you've even properly drawn your wand out, someone knocks you out. 

-

When you wake up again, you're in some kind of underground cellar, Luna, and who you recognize to be the wandmaker Ollivander are with you. 

" Y/N was it right, are you okay? " Luna asks. 

You cough, carefully getting up. 

" Uhm, sort of I think? You're Luna right? Luna Lovegood? " 

" Yes, that's me. "

" Where are we? What happened? "

" We're in the basement of Malfoy Manor, I'm afraid we're taken. "

-

" We did not manage to catch him, my lord-"

" Fools! How is it, that even a simple task, you cannot manage! " He-who-musn't-be-named booms as he walks over to the poor man, who gulps in fear. 

" M-my lord, we did manage to take two girls. We believe they're relatively close to Potter. Mayhaps they could help? " Another, who had been part of the wedding crashing, asked carefully. 

The dark lord looked him cold in the eye, contemplating on whether he should kill him or not, but eventually waved him off. 

" Get them, perhaps we can get some information out of them. "

The man immediately scrambles off, doing as told. 

Draco turns to carefully look at Helen, who's sat beside him. The black haired male was much colder than he had anticipated, in fact, sometimes Helen seemed to enjoy torturing people, hurting them. 

He was unbreakable, nothing seemed to get to him. 

Until today that is. 

-

Helen's eyes widen as he recognized the pair of (E/C) eyes who seemed to stare right back at him. 

However, knowing better than to show emotion in this environment, he quickly wiped his emotions off his face. 

No one is to know you two were something. 

And so he watched. He watched as another death eater started using the cruciatus curse on Luna whilst questioning you. He watched as you didn't give in. He watched as they in turn used the curse on you. He watched with pain as Luna didn't give in. It went on like that for a while, until the dark lord grew impatient. 

You didn't look him in the eye once. 

" Enough. If they don't want to speak, that's fine. Kill them." He ordered. 

Helen felt his heart stop as you finally broke eye contact, hanging your head, ready to die. 

" Don't. " Helen says suddenly. 

He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't yell, doesn't show any emotion. 

The dark lord's cold eyes turn to him now, daring him to give an explanation. 

" They'll be no use to us dead. Lovegood's father will look for her. As will Drowned's for Y/N. " He says, not stuttering once. 

" Mayhaps, we should sent them a note. Lucius, I trust you own an owl? "

-

Eventually, hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. 

Helen watches you suffer sometimes, not budging with interfering. 

Luna was at some point left alone, for she seemed to be more of use as long as she was alive. 

You on the other hand? You were close to breaking. The torturing truly got to you, and Helen watched painfully as you turn into the ghost of yourself. Your skin which once shined was now dull and dirty, your hair matted, and you've lost so much weight. Your eyes get to him the most. They don't look at him with the hope you once had for him anymore. 

One day, he finally has enough. 

" That's enough. She'll die. She'll be useless to us dead. " He stops Bellatrix from murdering you. 

" What, it sounds to me as if you have a soft spot for this one, Otis~" Bellatrix laughs cruelly. 

" Not at all, Lestrange. But I doubt the dark lord would be happy with her dead when he specifically told you to keep her alive. " Helen glares back, stepping closer. 

Due to his height, he towers over her. Her heels barely giving her enough height to make them face to face. 

She scoffs, obviously bummed he interrupted her fun. 

That night, Helen finally goes down to see you. 

" Y/N? " He asks carefully as he opens the door to the cellar. 

" H-Helen? " He hears you call back to him. 

The basement is dark, and he whispers a small spell to create light. 

" Y/N." Helen breaths out as he walks over to where you're cuddles up in a corner. 

" Leave her alone! " Luna suddenly jumps in his way, pushing him back. 

" Haven't you done enough damage to her?! " She yells, although she keeps her voice soft. 

Helen feels a new emotion dwell up in him. He doesn't like Luna. How dare she say that when she didn't budge to say anything when they tortured you? 

He can't seem to control himself as he pushes her aside roughly, her head hitting one of the columns.

He doesn't watch to see how she does, instead he stalks over to you. 

It scares you to the point where you try to press yourself further into the wall. But he's having none of that, instead taking you into his arms and taking you upto his room. 

Once you've arrived in a different room on the third floor, you look at him. 

" What are you doing? "

" Saving you. "

" Why? "

Helen glances at your face, but doesn't say anything else. 

" Do you need help getting yourself clean in the bathroom? " He asks instead pulling you up with one hand on your lower arm and one on your waist. 

He doesn't miss how your skin shivers at his touch. 

" No. " You say as you try to push him away. 

However, the moment you're on your feet by yourself, you nearly collapse, had it not been for Helen who caught you. 

" Seems you do though. "

-

A few weeks later, Malfoy Manor

So far, Helen has been keeping you in his room. 

You've been walking around in his clothes, sleeping beside him in his bed and did well by keeping quiet. 

He says he's planning an escape for the two of you, but you know better than to believe him. 

He's always been calculated and quick, if he had a plan, it would be put to action by now. 

Instead, you're left to wait for the right moment. 

He's made the stupid mistake of giving you your wand back, with the empty promise that you wouldn't use it. 

For now, you can't yet, considering it would most probably only bring you trouble, and impossibly more pain.

Currently, you're seated in the window sill. It's a relatively sunny day out, but of course, you're stuck inside.

The moment you hear footsteps in the hallway, you turn your head to face the door, your hand on your wand beside you.

The door opens, but like always, it's just Helen.

" Hey, how do you feel?" He asks, face void of a smile.

You miss his smile. You miss the Helen you used to know.

You don't respond, instead turning to face the window again.

You hear Helen sighs, before you hear him approach you.

" You wanted to see Bowtruckles sometime, right?" He asks suddenly, pulling out a chair to sit on from the desk beside the window.

You turn to look at him, but don't say anything, though the question is clear in your eyes.

He reaches into his hoodie's pocket, and pulls out a small green twig-leaf like creature.

Your eyes widen.

It's a Bowtruckle.

For the first time in a while, he actually smiles, and holds his hand out to you. And for the first time in a while, you take it.

The Bowtruckle seems to be scared of the both of you, but still jumps onto your hand.

The window sill is low, and as Helen scoots closer, into your personal space bubble.

You put your wand in the same hand which is holding the Bowtruckle, something the creature appreciates.

While you're busy fawning over the Bowtruckle (you even tell Helen you're naming it Twig), Helen has his eyes on you.

This is the happiest he's seen you in a while, and he can't help himself when he turns your face, kissing you full on the lips for the first time.

Your eyes widen, but you don't push him away, instead pulling him in closer with your free hand, you don't even realize when you start crying. He also pulls you in closer, holding the back of your neck.

When the two of you pull away from one another, he wipes your tears.

" I know I've made all the wrong choices, and that I don't deserve you- but please know, I really do love you, Y/N."

-

A few months later, Malfoy Manor

You've always been patient, something you're very grateful for right now.

Finally, today seems to be your lucky day. 

" Come. " Helen calls you over suddenly from the doorway of his room. 

You were on the other side of the room, looking through the window, aimless on what to do.

" Why? " You ask carefully. 

Helen rolls his eyes but walks over to you, taking you by your arm. 

" You're going to identify Harry Potter. Don't do anything stupid, I can't do much with the other death eaters around. "

And so, seconds later, you're sat down in front of a man who's most probably Harry Potter. 

" I-I don't know. " You stutter out. 

You're scared out of your wits, surrounded by some of the people who've tortured you the worst. 

" Think harder! " Bellatrix screams at you, making you flinch. 

" I really d-don't know. "

" Get Draco. " 

Draco, who was just as 'unsure' as you, didn't clear much up either. 

However, in a sudden turn of events, Bellatrix spots a sword, and Harry and Ron are ushered to the basement. Bellatrix makes a move to come for you too, but to everyone's surprise, Helen actually draws his wand out. 

He wraps a possessive arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close against his body, and raises his wand to her chin within a quick motion. 

" Touch her. " He hisses out. 

" I fucking dare you. "

Bellatrix glares back at him, hard enough to make you shake in fear. 

" You can't keep your pet forever. I'm going to kill her one day or another. " Bellatrix hisses before turning around to torture Hermoine. 

When Helen feels you start to shake even worse at Hermoine's screams, he turn you around, pushing your face into his shoulder, as if to offer comfort. The hand which is holding his wand wrapping around your waist. 

After a while, it thankfully stops.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bellatrix' wand goes flying. 

Harry and Ron come up from the basement, and suddenly you feel something you haven't felt in a while, hope. 

However, Bellatrix isn't easily defeated, and brings a dagger up to Hermoine's throat, making Harry and Ron stop as they were fighting Draco and Narcissa. 

You're not sure what to expect from there, but then suddenly the chandelier squeaks, and eventually it falls down, as an unfamiliar house elf drops it. 

You take this as your moment to run, you elbow Helen hard in the stomach as you run over to Ron, Harry, Hermoine, a gringgotts creature and the house elf, picking up everyone's wands on the way there. 

" You stupid elf! You could've killed me! " Bellatrix screams. 

Helen just looks at you, emotionless, unreadable. 

You don't know what he's thinking. 

" Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to seriously injure. " The house elf, you guess Dobby, says. 

Narcissa raises her wand to do something about it, but with a click of the house elf's fingers, her wand flies into his hands. 

" How dare you take a witch's wand?! How dare you defy your masters?! " Bellatrix screams, outraged. 

Dobby stands up straight, the look on his face serious. 

" Dobby has no masters. Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends. " He speaks bravely, before he nudges everyone to hold hands. 

The last thing you see is Bellatrix throwing a dagger at you before you disapparate. 

When you arrive at the new location, you feel sand. You're momentarily numb to your surroundings. You can't hear anyone, you only see. 

Freedom. 

Finally. 

After only being able to look into the sad yard of Malfoy Manor, you're finally outside. 

After a minute, you register the pained screams from Harry, and it takes a moment longer before you've registered that the dagger that Bellatrix had thrown had hit Dobby. And that he's passed now. 

Silent tears escape your eyes as you walk over to the group. 

" There, he looks more peaceful now. " Luna says as she closes his eyes. 

" I'm so sorry. " You whisper. 

Luna wraps a kind arm around you, as everyone else is too broken about what happened. 

-

" Y/N! " Link yells as he all but runs over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. 

" I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let go of you-"

" Hey, sush, you couldn't have done anything, Link. Nothing could've saved me. " You sniff as you hold him just as tight. 

" Still, I'm so sorry. "

" I was so scared." You cry.

Link rubs your back comfortingly, and after a while, you calm down a little.

" I was with him most of the time." You confess.

Link's eyes widen, pulling away from him slightly.

" You mean with Helen? What was he like?"

" I don't know. With me, he was sweet. But when there were other people around he just, seemed like an entire different person."

Link sighs. 

" I'm afraid we'll have to see what's become of him when it comes down to it."

-

" Hello, I'm sorry to bother. Can I ask you a few questions?" You ask as you step into Ollivander's room.

" Of course, come in. " He tells you kindly, straightening his posture in awareness.

" How are you?" You ask him as you sit down on stool opposite him.

" I'm alright. Healing I'd say. How are you?" 

" Quite the same. You see I have a Bowtruckle. I just.. don't know how to care for it." You say as you fish the creature out of the pocket of your hoodie.

Ollivander smiles, and you hold out Twig so he can hold it if he wants to. To your surprise, Twig actually moves onto his hand as soon as it's offered.

" Peculiar creatures, Bowtruckles. Much like the wood of their hometree, they rarely bond with more than one person. Did young Otis give you this?" He asks.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

" Don't worry. I don't judge you. I remember back when I was in school and in love. it seems so long ago." He says with a smile.

" I saw the way the Otis looked at you. I believe he might be mad, but there's a big chance he's also mad for you."

He doesn't look at you as he speaks, instead looking at the bowtruckle.

" They eat bugs. I'd recommend letting it go, but I have no idea where a tree with wood worthy of a wand is." He finally tells you, holding his hand out to yours, Twig jumping back onto your hand without second thought.

" Uhm, thank you." You eventually say, not knowing how to react.

How did Ollivander know?

-

The Burrow, A few weeks later

" Harry got into Hogwarts. " Kingsley says. 

" This is it. " Tonks says as she takes her lover's hand. 

" The last battle. " Lupin sighs. 

" We better go. " Fred says, and one by one everyone starts disapparating. 

" Link, disapparate me with you, I can't do it by myself yet. "

" No, stay here-"

" I'm going to fight, Link. I have a right to make them pay after what they did to me. " You say, although you don't fully mean it. 

But you can't let your friends fight alone. 

" If you panic or can't handle it anymore, you run and hide, deal? "

" But-"

" Deal or no deal? Otherwise you're not coming. " He says. 

" Fine, deal. "

-

The preparations for the battle scare you. You're stood with Link, Ben and Lui. The friends you've made this year. 

All of you are just watching as the shield is drawn up around you, eventually connecting. 

" This is it guys. " Ben says softly. 

" Never figured we'd make it this far. " Lui says. 

Link scoffs, giving him a look. 

" What's that even supposed to mean? " 

" You slept through all your classes. Ben was busy drawing random doodles instead of actually taking notes and Y/N was usually busy bullying Helen- speaking of him, what will you do if you come face to face with him? " Lui asks, turning to face you. 

You shrug, you hadn't thought of that. 

" I don't know, I guess I'll just actively avoid him. " You say, not entirely sure on what to do either. 

" I don't think you can, Y/N. From what happened at Malfoy Manor- I think he'll go looking for you first thing. " Link points out. 

You hum, thinking for a moment. Truth to be told, you're scared. You don't know what'll be of Helen. You know he's definitely done some horrible stuff. And you could barely recognize him when you were locked up with him. 

" Just stay close to any of us. Well all be taking the back flank anyway, right? " Ben suggests. 

" Yeah-" Link starts, however, he's cut off as hundreds of spells hit the shield. 

-

" You'll go looking for L/N, won't you? " Draco asks Helen, who gave him a blank look, before throwing another spell on the shield. 

" Why do you need to know? " 

" I've got to go get something. From Potter. I could use some back up. " 

" Ask your aunt, she seems to quite enjoy herself. " He says, throwing a short glance at Lestrange, who was indeed, having 'fun'. 

The dark lord however, was not, it seemed to be taking too long, and so he finally drew his wand. 

And so, the field collapsed. 

" Look, I doubt Voldemort will win. I just want Y/N. I don't care about him or his fickle obsession with power and eternal life. " Helen spat, before apparating straight into the Great Hall, on his way to you.

-

You're running. Chaos is surrounding you from everywhere. As expected, You've lost Link. Instead you thankfully did find Jeff, Lui's brother. You have no idea who's side he's on if you're honest, but he seems to have your back. So you'll have his for now.

Unbeknownst to you, Helen is already out looking for you. From a distance, he looks untouchable. Like always, he remains unbothered and untouchable, making his way through the crowd without much trouble.

He doesn't look at who he fires a spell, he doesn't care who's friend he just killed, he has his mind set on only one thing. You.

He's done waiting.

He'll do whatever it takes to have you now.

Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to find you. He's less pleased to see you're not alone, instead back to back with Jeff.

He doesn't need to call you before your eyes connect.

You freeze. Jeff turns around to yell at you when he feels you freeze up, but when he turns to see Helen a short distance away, he too freezes.

No one says anything, everything around you happens in slowmotion.

Untill the building starts to rumble.

Jeff is the first to react, running off without second thought. Helen is next, pulling you into him before he leads the two of you away.

He covers you as the roof of the hallway you're stood in breaks, and when he trips over a fallen piece of brick, he makes sure you don't hit the ground.

He holds you close to his body, reveling in the feeling of having you close to him.

After a moment, you finally seem to come to your senses when you get up again. And after a moment of pondering about it, you hold out a hand to Helen.

He takes it without hesitation.

" Y/N I-"

He's interrupted with Voldemort's message. He's withdrawing his forces, calling out to Harry personally this time. By the time he's done, you swallow.

" Seems you have to go." You swallow.

Your grip on his hand loosens, , but his tightens.

" I'm not going anywhere, N/N." He says

You don't know how to reply. Your mind is overrun with opinions and thoughts of him.

Before, you seemed so sure he had gone bad, that he was a terrible person. But now? Everytime you look into his eyes, you feel yourself melt.

Will it be so bad to be a little more selfish and choose for yourself this once? Will it be that bad if you choose for him?

Before you can make a choice, Lui comes running in your direction.

He doesn't seem to care when he spots Helen, and that immediately makes you concerned.

" Y-Y/N, It's Link."

Moments later, you're stood in the make shift infirmary which used to be the Great Hall. There's tears streaming down your face, and you're holding Ben close as the both of you sob together.

Link is laid on a makeshift bed, his eyes closed. He doesn't look peaceful, he looks like he's in pain, something that makes you sob louder.

Helen's watching the scene with sad eyes. Although things between him and his old friends had been tense the past year, he still holds dear memories with Link.

About twenty minutes later, you and Helen are sat on a curb outside. The weather seems to have cleared up the slightest bit and you're tucked into his side, your eyes closed in exhaustion, though you're very much awake.

" Let's run away."

You open your eyes at his words, a few tears escaping as you're stuck in grief.

" W-what? But what about Ben, and Lui, and-"

He wipes your tears as he cuts you off.

" I've told you I would help you escape. I didn't back than. Now is our moment, let's leave the war, N/N. Let's create our own paradise."

You want to say yes. You really, really want to.

But what about your friends?

He kisses the top of your head, before letting go of you and getting up.

" This isn't our fight. It never was. Let's go."

You look at him, studying him for a few minutes.

Will you take it?

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