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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 16: “Animosity.”

Day 16: -Jane The Killer x GN!Reader “I hate you” – “I love you too” x “You’re looking, but you don’t see.”

-I do not own "Jane The Killer" and do not take credit for her.

It was happening again. Jane wasn’t by your side tonight. Even though it wasn’t anything new to you and she did it often. It didn't mean it didn't hurt you. She was always finding her way out of bed and going to her computer for any updates on Jeff. You knew she just wanted revenge, and she even warned you about her behavior. But, you fell for her anyway.

You two always had a rocky relationship, even before you knew each other. You started as enemies. Constantly fighting one another on sight, things changed after you two went rational. You hated the operator, and she hated Jeff. You both got into each other’s way quite often, whether it was going after the same confidential file or going after someone for information. That’s what caused your two paths to align. It caused you two to become friends then, become more than that. You both just had to get your goals straight with one another to become the team you are now. You shared information on Jeff and the operator, helping each other in any way you could. It helped both of you out in plenty of ways getting you two closer to your goals. But, this life wasn’t easy especially trying to keep a relationship.

Because you were now alone on the couch in the morning with little going for you. You hadn’t slept all night, almost in a way to get attention from Jane. Who hadn’t been paying much attention to you for a good two weeks, and you knew it was petty, but it hurt. She knew you’d try and intervene in her mission if she told you how long she’d be gone. So, she left without a word, leaving you only with the crippling anxiety that something could happen. You could feel the fatigue rise in you as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch. You just waited like an animal for her to come back. Like a little lap dog, you sat there patiently waiting for her to come to swoop you into her arms. And treat you with all of her undivided attention.

However, you had done the same thing to her a few times. Ignoring her and taking her for granted to concentrate on the operator and how you could bring him down. But not nearly as much as she did to you. And so it left you direly wanting her by your side instead of her trying to track down that mentally ill teenager. Though you understood why she was so committed to it and why she was going to such lengths to do so. But, it didn’t make the pain and void any less. Her love could only fill the void left by her soft touch and the warmth she brought you. You wanted her to stay by your side, and you were just too lovesick to say goodbye. And you knew it was the same with her. She could never leave you forever you both knew she’d come to you and allow you to mend her heart.

You watched the clock slowly tick by, hearing the menacing ding count the seconds. You didn’t know what time she’d be back or even if she’d return today. But, you could feel something in your heart saying she was coming back. That today would be the day she’d hold you once again and tell you what she did. Maybe she'd tell you how much she despises Jeff again and give you any new information about the operator, or maybe she’d talk about the proxies she ran into again and how she tried to change them. There were a plethora of things that could happen with the time she’s been gone.

And that’s when you heard the clack of heels and the jingle of keys approach the door. You practically flung yourself up as you rushed your way to the door. You pressed your hand against the door, hearing the rattle of keys commence. You knew it was her. You finished opening the lock that she started on as you slowly opened the door. She was a few feet away from the door frame, making sure to be careful. Her figure was slim, and her black hair contrasted with her monotone features. "Jane?" you muttered quietly, a little shaken up to see her after all this time. She looked the same as the day she left. She looked amazing with her makeup and her dress. "Reader? What are you doing up so early?" her voice was laced with concern as she took it upon herself to open the rest of the door. You didn’t fight back, wanting dearly to be in her arms.

"I was waiting for you." you yawned as your pain seemed to fade upon seeing her. But, as you thought about it, the feeling of hurt came back. You could never escape it, but at least Jane provided a temporary dose of sedation for it. She numbs it long enough to just leave it again. "Why didn’t you tell me." you could feel the tears prickle their way into your eyes. You wanted an answer to her leaving abruptly for so long because it hurt you badly. "That brat Jeff." she ranted. You could sense she was about to go on a tangent but held back due to the look in your eyes. "And you didn’t even think to warn me?" you felt a bit of your bottled-up emotions seep out. The carbonated air was leaving the bottle, and you couldn’t help yourself. She tensed up as she saw the expressions on your face, not expecting to see you so worked up about something you two had discussed.

"Don’t be like that." she tilted her head as if you were acting irrationally. You missed your girlfriend. You had the right to be upset, but something slipped out. "I hate you." your tears fell down your chin as you launched your frame at her, holding her. You could feel your pain fall away you needed this cry and you needed her to see it. You kept drenching her beautiful black satin dress with your tears. Her figure froze as her heels clicked back. She could sense all the pain pouring on her. "I love you too," she replied, the wrong thing to your comment. She knew it was just the hurt getting to you. "I’m sorry I-’ ‘I thought it’d take less time than that." she wrapped her arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around her neck. You couldn’t see clearly as she rubbed your back, whispering sweet-nothings to you. She comforted you until the pain left you.

"I won’t do it again.’ ‘I mean it." She vowed to your heart and your shared relationship. But, you both knew she could never stop hunting Jeff. But it didn’t mean she meant to disregard your love for her. She loved you more than the world, and to hear that. It broke her. You were the only one she could ever think of loving after she lost everything and couldn’t stand to see you go. You could feel her place a kiss on your forehead, pressing down before retracting. She held you as warmth came to your senses. Everything felt better after trying your best to communicate, even if it ended with that. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that." you apologized, feeling terrible for saying you hated her. You could never hate Jane, and you knew she didn’t hate you. The only one she hated was Jeff, and you were certainly not him. You could hear her mutter "it’s okay" as she exhaled heavily. Jane wasn’t typically the type to show emotion and could handle a lot of traumatic things before, but she’d cry. Her not crying on your shoulder didn’t mean she didn’t take any of it in. She did and needed to hear the same number of affirmations you did.

She let go softly as you allowed her to take away her touch. She led you to the couch, and you followed her closely. She patted the couch, motioning you to sit in the spot you had been sitting in for hours. You instantly sat back down on the couch as the plushness warmed you. You expected her to sit next to you, but, instead, she headed toward the kitchen behind the couch. You could hear her heels clicking against the marble. The noise of her shoes was always much louder than you’d typically expect. But you had a feeling she liked it that way. You could hear gentle humming as you could hear her moving cups and different silverware. "I’ll be over shortly," she told you, as you could hear her shake a packet to get the powder into the bottom of it. "How long have you been up?" you could hear her turn the stove on as you replied. "I’ve been waiting about every day, but I slept yesterday afternoon," you told her as she seemed to stop her movement. She paused before going back to whatever she was doing. "Well, hopefully, you can rest now," she added as she went back to what she was doing. You could smell a sweet sugary scent coming from the kitchen. You could hear her mix various solutions carefully as you sat eagerly.

"Any updates?" you asked her about her mission, which she exhaled too. "It went alright. I found where Jeff’s been cooped up in as well as various scribbles of... it." she paused due to mentioning the operator. She knew that doing so could set you off to go find it. You then heard the fidgeting of plastic as she approached your location. The stove soon turned off automatically as she hummed in contempt. You could soon hear the repeated clickety clackety of her heels as she sat next to you. Her slim figure fit perfectly between the both of you as she offered you a dark liquid. "Tea?" she smiled at you, offering you the hot liquid. Which you took. On the silver plate, there were two drinks as well as a range of cookies. You took a sip of your beverage as it warmed your throat. You took a few cookies, and Jane also picked up her drink. You both drank the tea as she turned on the television. She flicked through various channels as she allowed it to play your favorite TV show. She knew how much you liked it, so she allowed it to play. She put down the remote as you leaned against her shoulder. "Sleepy?" she asked, knowing it was early in the morning. "Yeah," you replied, as she relaxed her tense shoulders to allow you to rest.

"I love you, reader." she smiled as you did the same. "I love you too, Jane," you answered, letting go of any tension that you had built up over the past weeks. You could feel the stress just drain away in her presence. You loved her dearly and couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but in her clutch. She had you hooked, and you didn't have anyone like her. It was a cage you didn’t mind being stuck in. You could feel your eyes grow heavy as the noise of the television tuned out. You gently fall asleep under Jane’s watchful gaze.

#fictober22 #flufftober22 #flufftober2022 #day16 #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer x you #jane the killer x y/n #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #fanfic #fanfiction

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creepy-friday · 6 months

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PLS PLS PLS I NEED MORE PROXY THINGS I KEEP REREADING THE OLD ONES AND U WRITE SO WELL

Sure thing!I noticed a lot of people are rereading the old ones so I promise I will come back with more ideas!

Female!Proxy toughts Headcanons for every creep of the mansion

Warnings: foul language, suggestive themes, violence

Masky thinks he should've been in your place.He wants your attention but at the same time hates your guts.Always wants to pick a fight with you,maybe he's in such a contradiction with himself because your personality softened his sharp edges making him confused.

Hoodie acts all buddy-buddy with you when the two of you aren't on duty.He doesn't hide the way the tension rises from other people's perspective when he talks to you.He's simply curious about who you truly are,an individual like you in such a fucked up place and in such a high position is..intriguing to say at least.

Toby follows your orders and values your presence the most out of the other proxies he's biased. Because he's been taken advantage of many times,your humanity sparked his hope,he thinks that in you he can actually find something heart warming in this hell hole.

Cody is a little annoying at times.Since you didn't shove him off he deeply thinks you're into him,that's why he keeps on inviting you to see the dangerous shit he's creating.

Kate uses every chance she has to imply that you have sexual relationships with the proxies.She's isn't jealous nor wants to take your place,she simply sees herself as slightly superior since she's been here before you.

Jeff has personal issues with every resident near him,including you.He doesn't think of himself as highly as Masky tough.All the mocking and tantrums are because he doesn't belive your good intentions.

Ben is a fucking menace and fucks with your head since he knows you can't physically hurt him.He thinks you're by far the most interesting creep to watch.

EJ respects you.He thinks that you are disgusted by him almost as he is of himself given your role as a demon hunter.His insecurity made him give up any reason to try to talk to you.Watching from afar he knows you're one of the few residents that are still human by heart.

Liu has a very high opinion about yourself.You already proved to be a good person to him when you took EJ's side in an argument with Masky.He would make conversation with you whenever you two are around.

Sully might act like Liu around you so that he can see more of you.Just like other creeps,he fantasies about having a hand to hand spare with you.He talks to you like you're a pice of meat sometimes but he acknowledges your strength.

Slenderman's presence is being known by his general sickness to the other creeps but the fever is high and tormenting when it comes to you.It's clear that he favors you and the fact that he chose you as his watchdog is enough to bring your confidence skyrocket.

Jane watches you from afar.She thinks you're a good fit to be a leader.Surprisingly,she agreed with your every decision and never had anything to add or to take.

Zero is jealous of you and your high status.She despises your guts and would team up with anyone to put you down or to shame you.She's a bitch but I bet she would fuck you tough.She's the "do I want to be her or be with her?"

Clockwork likes how a woman is top shit and she treats you as an equal.Might ask you for your opinion and expects you to listen to hers as well.She thinks you're a good leader.

Nina adores you.You genuinely had a good impact on her mental health and looks up to you.She would be shocked if you would hurt her in any way,after everything she went trough all she needs is a friend.The choice is yours.

Sally thinks that you are really cool and wishes you would take that mask off more often.Since you don't brush her off like the others she's looking forward to talk to you when you're not busy.Confidently slips tea parties invites down your door.

Bloody Painter is mostly indifferent to the power dynamics in the mansion.Sure,he will be respectful to you since that's in his personality but he's apathetic to anything that isn't "aesthetically pleasing".He judges a book by its cover and the ghoul-like design on your mask makes him believe you're no different from the creatures you encounter in the forest.Misunderstanding at its best

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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⛅𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞⛅(these could be seen as platonic or romantic hcs)

Jeff The Killer:

⛅This men would freze in place, he’ll look at your sleeping form with wide eyes.

⛅¿Why were you sleeping on him? He isn’t a comfortable place to sleep on. ⛅He would’ve pussed you away with rudeness if you didn’t remind him of something... Mostly to someone, to be exact...

⛅You reminded him so much of this old times in when he used to sleep in his brothers chest, just in the same position as you were now.<

⛅So, he’ll let you sleep on him just because if Liu let him sleep on him when he was young, he wasn’t going to take that will from you.

⛅7/10

B.E.N Drowned:

⛅B.E.N can have 2 reactions, ⛅If you sleep on him while he is playing videogames the he’ll let you be, ‘cause ¿Why not?

⛅But if you sleep on him while he is in a public space, like the living room or in a movie night he’s more likely to teleport you to your bed and let you sleep there, ⛅It’s not his fault! trust me! He just can’t Cope being surronded by a big amount of people and being unable to move, he gets anxious and can’t stand the thought of being inmovilized in a crowded room/space!

⛅6/10

Jane The Killer:

⛅She is the mom of almost every Creep in the mansion and is such a caring and sweet being full of love,

⛅So of course she is going to let you sleep on her!

⛅I’m totally sure she is going to ask someone near her to give her a blanket to put over the two of you. ⛅She is going to embrace you tightly, making sure you feel safe in her arms and is going to give ya a little kiss on the forehead and wish you a “sweet dreams” in a whisper.

⛅100/10

Nina the Killer:

⛅She knows she is being rude (and is sorry about it-) but she can’t let you sleep on her, she’ll move away gently until you aro no more landing on her.

⛅That action doesn’t mean she doesn’t like your presence around her! It’s more like a reflex... ⛅She just can’t stand being in charge or having the responsability of someone on her shoulders after what hapened with her little brother. ⛅She still feels somewhat guilty about it...

⛅So she’ll just let you sleep near her, but not right by her side or on her...

⛅But don’t worry! She still will watch you from time to time making sure you are having a sweet dream!

⛅And if you’re having a nightmare she’ll push her bondaries aside for a while and will let you sleep on her for a while, not too much time though...

⛅8/10

Slenderman:

⛅There’s no posible way of you falling asleep on this man.

⛅I think the situation would be more likely that you’ve seem very tired lately and he just forced offered you to take a nap resting your head on his lap.

⛅You couldn’t deny the fact that you were horribly tired so you just obligued and rested your head on his lap.

⛅This scene was happening in the privacity of his office where he knew that no one could bother either of you.

⛅After a pair of minutes your head started feeling fuzzy and your eyes started closing.

⛅You drifted to sleep not so long after that.

⛅He gently played with your hair while your facial expresion turned more peacefull and relaxed.

⛅10/10

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jimmy-johns-was-taken · 9 months

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Creepypasta Love-Language

Request : Open!

Characters : Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, “Ticci” Toby, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie, Jane the Killer, Nina the killer

Notes : SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY! Anyways thank you for reading, hope you have a lovely day !

Jeff the Killer :

Now hear me out, but Acts of Service. JUST LISTEN OK! My idea of Jeff isn’t a crazy touchy person, just not his thing. However, he deeply appreciates you doing small things for him. Cleaning his wounds and getting the stains out of his clothes. His favorite is when you make dinner, but put his portion in the fridge for him to heat up when he gets home. When he does arrive, your asleep on the couch with a note telling him dinner is in the fridge. In return, he does small things for you, such as not getting blood everywhere and helping pay bills (he steals money from victims)

BEN Drowned :

Quality time. Anytime with him is meaningful. Just sitting on his bed, cuddling and playing videogames. Sitting at the island in your kitchen while you make a frozen pizza for dinner, just cutting up and enjoying each others presence. Anytime he can get with you is perfect, he doesn’t care what your doing. He also loves to talk to you, listen to him rant about all his favorite interest and he’s fallen head over heals for you

Eyeless Jack :

Oddly enough, but physical touch. If EJ is letting you touch him, he trust you A LOT! He adores cuddling, especially on rainy days where he can’t go out and do stuff. Just sitting in bed, maybe scrolling through your phone, and listening to the rain with his arms wrapped around you. He also does small things in public to make others aware that your his. His hand on your back, arm around your shoulder, something small but noticeable. Like many of the other pastas, he would fight anyone for you

“Ticci” Toby :

Gifting Giving, both giving and receiving. They absolutely love it whenever you give them something, even if it’s super small. In return, Toby will bring you anything they think you’ll like, or anything that reminds them of you. It’s their way of showing that they think of you, that your always on their mind.

Tim / Masky :

Acts of Service, hands down. Tim especially loves it whenever he comes home and there’s a nice hot meal cooking or laying out on the dining room. His laundry is randomly washed, the bed is made, anything small that he doesn’t have to do. In return, Tim does whatever he can do to help you around the house. Any kind of chores, yard work, anything at all, just say it and it’s done.

Brian / Hoodie :

Physical touch. My idea of Brian is a very touchy person, very touchy. Anytime he can get his hands on you, he will. Pulling you closer in a room full of people, holding your hands and dragging you across the house, anything to do with touching. He also enjoys the touch! Randomly hugging him from behind, kisses, anything.

Jane the Killer :

In all honesty, I think it would be gift giving. I could see Jane having a lot of them, just like a few other pastas, but Jane adores giving you gifts. Need more nail polish? You’ve got it. In need of a new painting for your wall? Get in the car, your going home decor shopping. Jane just loves to spoil you and she loves to see the smile on your face anytime you receive a new gift. Jane loves anything you do, from physical touch to acts of service!!

Nina the Killer :

Another gift giver! Nina, similar to Jane, loves any and all kind of affection, they eat it up. But Nina herself loves to give you small things. They will come home one afternoon, more bubbly than normal, then pull out a small rock and smile brightly. She picked it up cuz it reminded her of you!! Duh!!! She doesn’t go crazy with the money thing, unless she sees something she knows you’ll love, but it’s mostly small trinkets and such.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #ben drowned #eyeless jack #jane the killer #jeff the killer #nina the killer #ben drowned headcanons #eyeless jack headcanon #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader

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m0ldymushr00mz · 1 year

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I don’t care what anyways says Jeff def isn’t anything like a lot of the fanfics. He wouldn’t care if he was hurting you, everything he does his for his pleasure you’re lucky if you even cum, and he definitely wouldn’t be loyal at all. I think the only pro would be you’re not dead he most likely kills all the other girls/guys he fucks.

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Creepypasta Masterlist

Ticci Toby

Headcannons

Graduate s/o celebration

“I could kill you if i wanted to”

Motherly S/o

Weak S/o

Accidentally hurting you

Platonic younger brother reader

Haunted house

Homicidal Liu

Pregnant S/o

Slenderman

Comforting S/o during a anxiety attack

Catching the possessive eye of slenderman

Bookworm reader

Yandere Alphabet A,J,W,T,X

Jane the Killer

Headcannons

Super smart S/o

Jeff the killer

S/o crying out of fear anytime hes around

Ticci Toby

Aphrodisiac + Breeding NS FW

Jane The Killer

Succubus Jane w/ innocent s/o

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480pfootage · 5 months

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I want you to embrace me closely and gauge my limit.

Please make me believe that this is not a sin.

I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.

i feel like i'm gooing instane please pelaase please have crazy sex and kisses next chapter

nina needs to tenderly take of joan's glove and kiss up her arm OKAY okay

oh and always... go check out House of 1000 Corpses on AO3 and Quotev.. by @/itsabee and @/13tinysocks .....

#i feel like joan has a really tacky satin claok #okay i know i linked the project diva version i just love the models.. ESPECIALLY MEIKO BUT I DIGRESS #cannot believe joan didn't get to snuggle up against nina in a sleeping bag last chapter.... sighhhhh.....#joking i loved joan and jane they are so cute i hope they get to kiss soon #SPEAKING OF JANE... gosh.... the chapter where she sees joan's face and realizes that she isn't as scarred as she thought she would be...#she thought there would be someone like her n she felt pity (????? not the correct english word sorry)#ANYWAYS... jane you deerve so much love.....#creepypasta #nina the killer #nina hopkins #ho1c #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta y/n #oc x canon #magnet redraw #crp #old fandom #my art #p.awesome sauce

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rubyafton · 10 months

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Oh no, looks like someone caught feelings~

#creepypasta #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #ticci toby #ticci toby creepypasta #ticcy toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #slenderman #laughing jack #ben drowned #jane the killer #toby rogers #Ticci toby redesign #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta art

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eyebawll · 4 months

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THRU THE LOOKING GLASS

•°. *࿐ քʀօʟօɢʊɛ ➻

.·:*¨༺ 𝘼 𝙂𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙༻¨*:·.

Thru The Looking Glass is a creepypasta x f! reader fanfic I started writing months ago but only just now published. Now, I'm here to do the same for this silly little site! Warnings and story under the cut.

WARNINGS: This story contains content that may not be suitable for any of my younger followers. This story contains heavy depictions of gore, violence, murder, death, abuse, childhood abuse, SA, derealization, mental health issues, and other topics. + my over the top writing (oops)..This is a more realistic approach while also having fun with it. I needed something new to work on while I go about with my other stories.

word count: 5,722

summary: In this OC-worthy tale of horror and pain, we follow the story of Y/N, a young woman whose life has been shattered by tragedy and abuse. Haunted by hallucinations and plagued by violent outbursts, Y/N is trapped in a cycle of torment, unable to escape the clutches of her controlling and abusive father. A retired doctor with a zealot's faith, he subjects his daughter to a range of experimental treatments in his quest to purge her of demons that he believes have sought refuge in her pure form.

As Y/N struggles to retain her grip on reality, wonderland and real life alike, she must unravel the thick web of her father's madness, and reclaim her identity before it's too late.

A large building loomed over the street, its windows black and empty. The darkness outside was all-encompassing, the kind that seeps into your bones and fills you with a deep sense of dread. The wind howled like a wounded animal, rattling the windows in their frames and sending shivers down the spines of anyone brave enough to venture out. The streetlights flickered sporadically, casting an eerie glow over the empty sidewalks. There was no sign of life, no sound except the wail of the wind. It was a ghost town, a place where nightmares come to life. And for Y/N, it was hell.

Y/N stumbled into her old cramped bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest. She locked the door behind her, feeling a fleeting sense of safety. But the feeling was fleeting indeed, as the dark room seemed to close in on her. The vintage wallpaper, once vibrant and lively, now peeled and faded, hung like a veil of sadness around the room. The creaky floorboards groaned in protest beneath her feet, as if they too shared her burden.

She let out a ragged sigh and collapsed onto her bed, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. The mattress, worn and lumpy, offered no comfort, and she winced as fresh pain shot up from the bruises on her arms and legs. Her eyes, swollen and red from tears, took in her surroundings: the small desk and chair, both rickety and unsteady, pushed up against one wall; a dresser with a chipped mirror in the opposite corner; and the twin-sized bed with a faded floral bedspread, now more depressing than cheerful. The room was still and quiet, save for her ragged breaths that echoed off the walls. It felt like a prison, and she was the only inmate.

Soft eyes slowly opened to the sight of an unfamiliar space, filled with nature and elegant wildlife. The plush bed she lied in was covered with a down comforter and fluffy pillows, the area's furnishings exuding a timeless charm. A vintage dresser with an ornate mirror stood high, while a side table held a delicate antique lamp that cast a warm glow that seemed to produce a warm barrier of protection despite its irrelevancy, the sunlight covering the wooded area with a blanket of warmth. She could recognize these items as her own, however they seemed to look brighter. They looked as if she had just gotten them. As she sat up, Y/N felt a soft breeze settle against her skin, rustling the trees--almost like a nurturing embrace from mother nature.

She looked out into the forest beyond, where the trees stood tall and majestic, their leaves a riot of colors in shades of green, red, orange, and gold. The forest was kind of quiet, yet alive with the soft sounds of chirping birds and other forms of wildlife. There was an atmosphere of mystery and enchantment within this queer place. She looked around, noticing she wasn't in her bedroom, or even in a building. Her bed, the dresser and the table were placed in the middle of a plethora of trees in which surrounded her, a long, endless pathway splitting feet away. Curious, the young woman pulled the covers over her side, kicking her legs over the bed as she further took in her surroundings.

She shivered as she stood up, the lace at the bottom of her nightgown flowing with the breeze that swept over her body. She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and crisp leaves filling her lungs. The forest seemed to stretch out endlessly, the trees towering over her like sentinels. The ground was soft beneath her feet, the fallen leaves cushioning her every step. She wondered how she'd gotten here, and why she was in the middle of a forest. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own bed, her father's voice echoing in her mind. Here she is now, surrounded by the beauty of nature. She felt a sense of calm wash over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. In this moment, a blurry cloud filled her mind. All she knew were the sights before her.

As she looked around, she noticed something strange. Moving along the brown trail, she began to see dolls. These dolls hung by thread, some even from rope with a tight loop around their necks, creating a noose. They were a mixture of old and new, ranging from simple cloth dolls to elaborate porcelain ones. The closer she looked, the more she realized that some of the dolls had an uncanny resemblance to her. Most were in one piece, while there were also random doll parts such as heads and legs, swinging with the wind.

She continued, the dolls on the branches seeming to multiply as she walked further. Some of them were cracked and broken, their once beautiful, fresh features now twisted and corrupted. The air grew colder, and the sky turned from a calming blue to a deep, foreboding red. The trees themselves began to ooze from their trunks, a mysterious liquid easing into the forest floor. This liquid was rich and thick, possessing a deep shade of red, matching the sky. Y/N could feel her heart sink as that calming feeling dissolved, replaced with a painful twist in her stomach.

The dolls seemed to come alive, their heads turning to watch her as she passed by. Their once happy faces twisted into expressions of anger and disgust, their eyes seeming to follow her every move. The path became more treacherous, the ground uneven and full of roots and rocks. Y/N stumbled, her foot catching on a branch and sending her tumbling to the ground. As she picked herself up, she noticed a doll lying on the ground next to her. It was cracked and its eyes were closed. Its skin was pale and its hair was tangled, a familiar red liquid oozing from the creases of its broken cheeks. She rushed away from it, stumbling as she made her way deeper into the infinite amounts of trees.

Y/N felt like she had been wandering for hours, the path ahead of her only seeming to stretch further. The forest grew darker as she pressed on, the sky overhead seeming to darken its hue. The once tranquil sounds of nature had been silenced. It was quiet. Too quiet.

She stumbled upon a clearing, the ground beneath her feet soft and spongy. She looked around, noticing that the trees here were different from the rest, their bark gnarled and twisted. As she stepped forward, a voice suddenly spoke from the shadows, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Who are you? What brings you to my domain?"

The voice boomed, deep and menacing. Y/N looked around frantically, trying to locate the source of the voice. She saw a large wolf-like animal standing before her, its coat a deep red with a black mane and tail. Its glossy white eyes glinted in the dim light, and its sharp teeth were bared in a grin that sent shivers down her spine. The dog took a step forward, its powerful muscles rippling under its sleek fur. Y/N couldn't help but feel both confused and unsettled by the sight of the creature. It was like no other canine she had ever seen, and the way it spoke only added to her confusion

"I-...I appear to be lost," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.

The dog stepped closer, its eyes seeming to glow in the darkness as it revealed itself further from within the trees. "Lost, you say?" it hissed, its breath hot against her face. "Perhaps I can help you find your way."

Y/N took a step back, unsure of whether to trust this hound. But with no other option and a clouded mind, she nodded.

The hound turned around and began to walk, its massive form barely making a sound as it moved through the forest. Y/N hesitantly followed, her senses on high alert as the silence around them grew deafening. The once beautiful trees now looked twisted and gnarled, their branches stretching out like long fingers. The ground was littered with fallen leaves and broken twigs, and the red hue of the sky made the forest appear even darker.

As they walked, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Every now and then, the hound would pause, as if sensing something that she could neither see nor hear. She shuddered, feeling as if the forest was closing in around her.

Her head was spinning, and the scent of blood grew stronger, overwhelming her senses. She felt her stomach churn, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Something felt terribly wrong about this place. Just then, the hound stopped in his tracks. He turned his head, and Y/N watched as he silently dissolved away into a mist. The mist surrounded her, and she was left standing alone in the darkness. She couldn't see her own hands in front of her face, and the smell of blood was suffocating. The mist, thick and ethereal, stretched out before her, obscuring her vision like the veil of a widow.

"Hell- Hello?" She croaked in a small voice, seeking out for her new friend. Where could he have gone?

She pressed on, eventually giving up. Determined to find her way out., time seemed to blur as she walked, her senses stuffed with cotton. After what felt like forever, she began to notice the mist was starting to clear. In time, she found herself deeper in the dim-lit forest. The sun, barely visible through the dense canopy of towering trees, cast fragmented rays of light that danced upon the forest floor. The air was heavy with the earthy scent of rain, hinting at the recent downpour that had bathed the woods.

As Y/N ventured deeper, the bark of the trees became darker and more weathered. Their branches reached out like gnarled fingers, seemingly whispering secrets to one another. Shadows played tricks on her eyes, making it difficult to discern the true path ahead. Despite the sickening feeling inside, Y/N's building fight or flight sent her forward. She yearned for the warmth of sunlight on her skin, or better yet, to find herself entangled in the covers of her thick blanket in her own bed. The mist persisted, swirling around her like a cloak, but she refused to be once again consumed by it again.

A sense of relief washed over her as she found herself in the presence of this quieter, more secluded part of the forest. The soft filtered sunlight offered a flickering respite from the shadows. The air was gentle and easy on the senses, scents of rainwater and fresh grass replacing the stomach-churning scent of blood. It felt familiar, comforting. But as moments turned into minutes, a growing unease crept back into Y/N's consciousness. It started as a prickling sensation at the nape of her neck, an instinctual warning. She strained her ears, trying to decipher any peculiar sounds within the natural symphony of the forest.

Suddenly, a faint snap shattered the growing atmosphere of ease. Y/N's head snapped in the direction of the noise, gasping involuntarily. Her eyes darted through the dimly lit surroundings, searching for the source, but all she saw were dancing shadows and swaying branches. It was as if the forest itself played tricks on her, taunting her, keeping its secrets hidden from view. A shiver raced down her spine, casting a chill in the air. The forest, of which was peaceful and quiet, now seemed to become more ever twisted than before. Y/N quickened her pace, fear fueling her steps. She refused to be consumed by fear or doubt. All she wanted was to get home.

She pressed forward, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. She knew she had to keep going, as the answers she sought lay somewhere within the heart of the trees. A darkness loomed in her mind, urging her to turn back, but she refused. Guided by a glimmer of hope that rested deep within her trauma-trenched soul, she ventured deeper, making sure to follow each step of the path that only seemed to stretch further and further, edging her with the chance of safely finding her way.

The world around Y/N felt as though it had ceased to exist beyond the immediate circle of shadows and rustling leaves. Every nerve ending tingled with an acute awareness of impending ruin. As she strained her senses to decipher the source of the sounds, she felt herself submerged in overwhelming dread. It was an inexplicable dread, one that didn't just linger in the air but seeped into her flesh and clawed its way into her core. Then there was a smell. The stench intensified—a putrid mixture of decay and coppery undertones—coiling around her like a serpent.

Feeling sick to her stomach, Y/N couldn't bear to move. Her mind raced with fearful thoughts. Was it a wild animal? Was it a corpse?

A twig snapped with a crisp sound, closer this time. Y/N's heart lurched into her throat, rendering speech and movement impossible. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the silence now an unbearable weight pressing on her shoulders. She strained to pinpoint the origin of the noises, but the darkness thwarted her efforts, rendering everything beyond a few feet an empty abyss. Each and every second felt like an eternity, as if time itself had chosen this moment to stretch and distort. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, the cold air burning her lungs. The once comforting rustle of leaves became a taunting chant, mocking her. Daring her to move.

Summoning every ounce of energy and courage she could possibly find, Y/N willed herself to move, to break free from the shackles fear had locked on her fragile limbs. But her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if held by an unseen force. The forest seemed to converge upon her, the trees closing ranks, confining her within them. Desperation clawed at her chest as she fought against the panic threatening to consume her entirely. She had to escape, had to find a way out before whatever lurked in the never ending darkness closed in on her. But with each passing moment, the forest's malevolence seemed to intensify, never ceasing to remind her she wasn't alone.

She slowly brings her leg to push forward, taking a step. She slowly rested her foot upon the dirt trail, like a child sneaking into the kitchen to find their way to the cookie jar. With a shallow exhale, she pushes her body forward, gently resting her other foot beside her left. Although tense, she seemed to relax, convincing herself if she were quiet, she wouldn't startle whatever it was that had desired to make itself known. In the thick shroud of the oppressive darkness, just before she was about to take another step, a queer and haunting clicking noise pierced through the silence, sending shivers down Y/N's spine. It was a sound that liquidated explanation—a disconcerting blend of a whine and the creak of an old, rusted door. The unsettling cry echoed around her, the trees seeming to tremble in fear.

She kept still. Nothing. She then took a few hesitant steps forward, her pulse thundering in her ears, each beat she felt in her flesh. But as her foot grazed the forest floor, convinced she would make it out, a sudden, heart-wrenching cry shattered that hope. It was a mournful sound, tinged with an unbearable sadness that clawed at the deepest parts of her soul (not to mention her ear drums). The cry seemed to emanate from the same entity, the trees now beginning to literally shake in shared anguish of the young woman.

Y/N's steps faltered, her breath hitching in her throat. Despite her fear, she felt a surge of empathy flood through her—a strange connection to the mournful sound from what could have been an injured animal. Her heart ached, entwined with the dread that held her. As if in response, the darkness seemed to coalesce, thickening around her. The forest itself seemed to draw even closer, pressing in on her from all sides.

She strained to discern any movement. But the more she strained herself, the more the shadows seemed to morph and shift, concealing whatever lurked just beyond her line of sight. Time seemed to warp and twist, elongating the moments into an eternity of psychological torture. The air around her crackled with an otherworldly tension, growing bitter and cold. Her every muscle tensed, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Yet, she found herself stuck by some force, held captive by an invisible barrier.

The cry echoed once more, only this time, it was closer. It was as though the injured creature sought solace in her presence.

She wanted so badly to run. A foreboding sensation crept up her spine, adding on to the building tension, causing her muscles to tense, locking themselves up so tight it was nearly painful. Her eyes widened in alarm, the adrenaline urging her to move, to flee. Yet, her strength allowed her only to do the bare minimum—a cautious, subtle glance, an attempt to discern the source of her dread without confronting it head on.

Slowly, her gaze shifted, almost sidelong, toward the space behind her. She dared not make direct eye contact, fearing whatever it was that lurked from behind. Her heart pounded furiously, echoing in her ears like a funeral drum, while her throat ran dry. The air was freezing by now. She felt as if she could get frostbite, feeling nips on her fingers and her bare toes, rendering her limbs tremulous and her breaths shallow. The clicking sound persisted, as the creature crept in from behind her.

An ache spread within her skull as she tried to catch a glimpse of what it was, only met with moving twig-like parts, what she could only assume to be arms. Her vision was obscured, offering mere glimpses of disjointed blotches. She discerned the unsettling silhouette of blotchy limbs, strange colors melded together. The creature's form appeared surreal, an amalgamation of beige tainted with splotches of crimson that resembled dried blood, twisted in abstract patterns across its strange horror-novel-esque frame.

Her breath hitched as she briefly caught sight of its torso—a bony structure, taut around its ribs, adorned with protruding spikes that seemed to glisten in the faint dim source of light. The sight sent her fear into overdrive, a primal instinct warning her of imminent danger. And then, she thought she saw its face—or what could pass for one. Black voids for eyes seemed to peer into the depths of her own, unnerving in their emptiness, devoid of any emotion or life. A hole of a mouth gaped open, revealing jagged, serrated teeth that protruded like sharp daggers.

In the shifting darkness, her gaze traced what she could only assume were its arms—twig-like appendages that moved sinuously. They were twisted and unnaturally long. The creature appeared to be tall, taller than her, and for its arms, hooked at the very edge where its hand would be, to touch the ground, she realized this was no wild animal. Y/N's mind reeled at the sight, grappling with the horrifying reality that stood before her—she was in a nightmare. She was in hell.

In her mind she screamed at herself to run before it was too late. Yet she still couldn't. Her bones felt fragile, as if the weight of her fear could shatter them into a million shards. She stood, transfixed by terror, caught between the compulsion to confront the creature and the overwhelming urge to book it. Straining her senses, specifically her sight and her hearing, caused her physical damage as she snapped her gaze back ahead, shutting her eyes tightly.

Suddenly, her ears began to ring. It numbed the back of her eyeballs while also sending a sharp pain through them. Instinctively, Y/N throws her hands up to her ears in attempts to blocking out the noise. She's unsure of whether or not that was the extra push she needed, but regardless, she found herself running. Her joints were unlocked, each movement swift and fluid. She just kept running, running through the dark, the tips of her fingernails digging into the sides of her head. She could feel herself scratching her hair follicles, digging into her skin as her faced scrunched in agony. She didn't dare open her eyes just yet, allowing her legs to carry her wherever they ended up.

In a sudden burst of light, a flash erupted from the depths of the forest. The light filtered through her eyelids, nearly blinding her as they shot open. She could feel herself stumble back, completely caught off guard. She stood there, head darting around the area. She found her footing light and her breath heavy, heart racing as she tried to process it all at once. It was as if the world around her transformed, and she found herself in a clearing bathed in filtered sunlight. The forest gave way to a serene oasis, where the gentle sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong filled the air. Y/N took a moment to absorb her surroundings, her senses recalibrating to this sudden peace. The trees, though still towering and ancient, now seemed to share a quiet wisdom rather than wicked darkness and sheer terror. The ground beneath her feet felt soft and mossy, inviting her into a haven of comfort and warmth.

Every ounce of unease and fear slowly but surely began to melt away as she calmly strolled through. All of this was too much—all she wanted was to go home. Perhaps it's this way?

It was fairly uneventful, her journey. She would take occasional twists and turns, following the path etched into the dirt that was awfully gentle on the skin of her bare feet. In this strange contrast to the previous forest, Y/N wandered along the winding paths, enveloped in its atmosphere of charm. The vintage allure of the surroundings added a familiar home-like touch to the scene. Oil-lit street lamps cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the path as if guiding her through a bygone memory. The air was filled with fluttering butterflies, their vibrant wings painting the air with kaleidoscopic hues.

As she ventured deeper, she was swarmed with curious sights that felt oddly enchanting. Hanging delicately from branches were dolls, but not suspended by rope around their necks as she had seen before. Instead, they dangled by slender pastel and rich-colored ribbons tied around their wrists, and sum even by the cuffs of their blouses and shirts, their porcelain faces serene yet haunting in their stillness.

Elegant decorations adorned the foliage, ornate carvings and nostalgic old trinkets nestled amidst the tapestry. It felt like a stroll through a forgotten memory, deep within the core of her mind, where time stood still.

However, as she tip-toed further along the trail, the ambiance began to shift once more. The air dropped, becoming cooler, and the light dimmed ever so slightly as if a cloud had passed over the sun. A peculiar sensation settled over her, a feeling that she wasn't alone. It wasn't all that threatening, however. Strange noises began to merge within the symphony of the forest. Heavy footsteps echoed in the distance, accompanied by laughter that seemed to reverberate from somewhere unseen. Intrigued, while also apprehensive, Y/N couldn't resist the urge to investigate.

The noises grew closer, drawing her towards the edge of the path where it abruptly ended. Peering around the corner, she encountered an inexplicable sight—a fuzzy distortion, as if the fabric of reality blurred before her eyes. Through the haze and the surrealistic feeling she felt brewing inside of her, she captured glimpses of an odd scene—a pair of dark pants, knives glinting in a faint light. She strained her senses, having recovered from earlier, picking up what she could only discern into screams. They were faint and muffled, though, before she could hear something more. A low, infernal growl, or was it a groan? It settled into her ears, bringing a physical sense of warmth over her, however it wasn't anything positive.

Splashes of crimson caught her attention, vivid against the strange blurry backdrop. Then, from the distorted void, something popped itself forward, its head emerging through the blurry portal, locking eyes with hers. Y/N gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Without a second thought, she turned and fled, her heart pounding in terror. She ran aimlessly, jumping over twigs and large rocks, completely disregarding the rest of the trail that seemed to go in many directions until, by sheer chance or fate, she nearly ran into a rusted brown door reminiscent of the one in her bedroom. It rested, open just a crack. Without hesitation, she yanked the doorknob back and leaped through, the metallic clang echoing behind her as she slammed it shut.

She had practically jumped into the open space, and her body went rigid, her muscles tensing on impact. But instead of the anticipated collision with a harsh surface, she found herself sinking into something soft, almost cushion-like. Confusion began to cloud her fear as her hands met the padded interior of what seemed to be a room. Her movements were sluggish, almost as if she were submerged in water, every action a struggle against unseen resistance. Crawling on hands and knees, she blinked repeatedly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim, eerie glow that emanated from the sparse lighting in the room.

A solitary window perched high above caught her attention, moonbeams casting soft shadows across the room. The faint glow of moonlight offered her some kind of comfort. At least she wasn't in a ditch somewhere. The light, guiding her unsteady steps towards the distant window, felt kind of warm compared to the awfully cold air that nipped at her skin. Disoriented and off-balance, she stumbled, her senses still reeling from the transition.

As she approached the window, her hands brushed against the padded walls, seeking stability. She raised her gaze, fixating on the distant glimmer of the moonlight filtering through the solitary window.

Fumbling and uncertain, she traced the contours of the walls with her hands, feeling the padded surface in an attempt to ground herself. But before she could fully process her surroundings, a sound—a shuffle, perhaps footsteps—outside the door snapped her attention away. Her breath hitched as she stared at the door, her heart thundering in her chest. The faint glimmer of light danced across the space as a slider on the door moved, revealing only a pair of eyes peering in at her. They glinted with curiosity, holding her gaze in a silent exchange.

Y/N's mind raced with questions, her mouth parting as if to speak, yet no words came. A chill crept down her spine as a surge of apprehension washed over her. Her hand involuntarily pressed against the padded wall, seeking a false sense of security as she struggled to comprehend the oddity of her situation.

Y/N watches intently as the person on the other side of the door turns the knob, the hinges creaking as it swings open. A blinding light spills into the room, causing Y/N to instinctively avert her gaze and squint against the sudden brightness. Slowly, her eyes adjust to the illumination, allowing her to steal a side glance at the figure that stood just at the doorway.

Recognition flickers across Y/N's mind as she discerns the person before her—a woman with fair skin and ginger hair elegantly tied up with swept, fluffy parted bangs. Despite the strangeness of the situation, she notes the woman's attire—a surgeon's uniform—with a mask loosely hanging under her chin. However, the most startling detail catches Y/N off guard—the absence of the woman's eyes. Instead, there's an unnerving expanse of smooth, featureless skin where her eyes should have been.

Confusion mingles with disbelief in Y/N's thoughts. She blinks repeatedly, hoping to dispel this surreal image that feels like a figment of her imagination. Her mind races with questions, her mouth opening as if to voice her bewilderment, yet still, she was silent.

Desperately seeking some form of reassurance, her hand instinctively presses against the padded wall behind her, though it offers no comfort against the unsettling reality she's confronted with. In a state of disbelief and growing unease, Y/N froze. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows high. She felt so cold, despite the warmth that spilled into the room from the other side. The woman's plump, glossy pink lips held a cigarette. She seemed confused, arms crossed as she leaned on her hip. A dent formed in which her eyebrows were meant to be, as if she was contemplating how this stranger got here.

For an eternal moment that feels suspended in time, Y/N remains frozen, unable to process the nightmarish sight before her. Yet, as she blinks, a sudden change unfolds. The woman, initially standing at the door, now leans in, her hands extending around the doorframe as her body seems to elongate. Her foot juts forward as if ready to step inside, but something is different.

The woman looms taller, her head protruding into the room, and a ghastly grin spreads across her face, her jaw extended to an inhumane rate. Y/N's horrified gaze fixates on a single, glistening eyeball resting upon the woman's tongue. The eye seems to fixate directly on Y/N, the same tint of amber from the slider on the door. Unable to contain her ever-growing (and never ending, it seems) fear, Y/N chokes up, her breath catching in her throat, a primal instinct compelling her to scream. But before the scream could tear from her throat, the woman, now twisting her body with a series of bone-cracking sounds, begins to crawl into the padded room. Her movements contort unnaturally as if defying the laws of physics, each bone-crunching twist amplifying the discomfort building in the atmosphere.

The cigarette that dangled from the woman's lips moments ago falls, landing on the padded floor. Strangely, it doesn't extinguish upon impact but continues to burn, creating a sizzling sound against the padded surface. The acrid scent of burning material adds to the sensory overload of the scene before the innocent woman, feeling herself begin to slip from the fingers of reality. If, that's what you could call this.

As the woman morphs further, her form distorts into something incomprehensible. The room seems to warp around her, shadows elongating and contorting with her every movement. The mask that rested underneath her chin disintegrated, along with her fair skin that seemed to burn away in Swiss-cheese like patterns until patches of the meat and muscle became apparent, her skin just barely hanging on. Her hair seemed to thin and fall out, while the cap dissolved, the faint sound of cracking bones intermingles with a low, guttural growl emanating from the creature, now towering over Y/N, its jaw hanging for its eye to continue to stare down upon her.

It drew nearer, emitting a stomach-churning odor of decaying flesh and bone and blood that overwhelmed her senses. Tears welled in her eyes, her brows and lip quivering as she recoiled, attempting to move as far back as possible while the creature advanced. In the depths of its mouth, its eye swiveled around, a soft clicking resonating through its towering form. Y/N's fingers dug into the wall behind her, desperately seeking something to hold onto.

"N—No. . ." A feeble protest escaped her parched throat, the words torn from her with the anguish of a thousand blades slicing through her vocal cords.

"NO!" A shriek tore from her throat, a mix of revulsion and fury contorting her face as she glared up at the creature.

Sliding down the wall in a final attempt to escape, she scrambled to the corner of the room. Only upon huddling up into the corner and snapping her gaze toward where the creature would have been did she realize that it was gone. The overpowering stench that had made her wanna hurl had dissipated, leaving a heavy silence in the air.

Reluctantly, Y/N lowered her gaze, turning her attention to the woman by the door. Standing with arms at her sides, instead of moving forward, she was stepping back. Her wide amber eyes shook with fear, her cigarette burnt to the butt, a small mound of ashes on the cold floor beneath. Her skin remained intact, her entire form unaltered. If anything, she seemed just as terrified as Y/N. Before Y/N could comprehend what just had happened, the woman forcefully shut the door, the lock clicking into place. Breathing heavily, Y/N was left in her confusion. She squeezed her eyes shut, the sounds of heavy footsteps and soft creaking floorboards settling into her ears, the light fading away, dominated by the darkness.

For a while, the world remained distant, her mind a jumble of fragmented thoughts and sensations before it all began to slip away. She felt herself floating, while she began to feel her limbs spread underneath a warm, familiar fabric. The creaking of the floorboards continued, accompanied by the gentle click of an opening door. Then, a soft breath caressed her ear, and a delicate touch brushed against a strand of her hair. She froze, every muscle tensing as a gentle hand continued, tenderly stroking her hair. As the fingers trailed down the strand, Y/N remained motionless, her body unresponsive. A voice, momentarily unfamiliar, deep and paternal, settled through her eardrums like melted butter.

"It's time for your medicine, my dear," the man's voice resonated softly, hardly above a whisper.

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justagirl-wholikesthing5 · 4 months

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who should I write headcannons for first

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 months

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Jane the Killer,Ben Drowned,Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack with Filipina!Proxy!S/O Who Teach Them How to Speak Tagalog? also I Lived in Philippines(so Yeah But Don't Tell Anyone about my Country)

I love getting to write for Liu he's so underrated :(

Also, I am not from the Philippines nor do I know anyone who is so I'm gonna be basing this off of some light research so if I get anything wrong, let me know!

Thank you so much for requesting!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jane The Killer

Jane loves getting to learn about new cultures

She isn't super into learning new languages, but for you, she would love to!

When you start teaching her, she writes little notes in this vintage leather notebook she bought a while ago, she just didn't have a use for it

She also writes all her notes in sparkly purple ink <33

She's surprisingly a very fast learner, she is speaking simple sentences within two weeks

I think that once she is fluent enough in Tagalog, she would mainly use it to gossip about people without other's understanding

Or alternatively, she will whisper romantic things to you in Tagalog

Eventually she will build up enough confidence to send you special love letters when she is away on a long mission

All written in dark purple ink and sealed with a dark purple wax seal, of course

Not only is the sentiment sweet, but she knows that only you will be able to read it, making it even more special to you

In general, she uses her newfound Tagalog ability to fluster you and romance you like the hopeless romantic she is

Ben Drowned

Ben has never really had an interest in learning a new language, and is too lazy to put in that kind of effort

Yes, even for you, as sad as that sounds

BUT! He will ask you from time to time how to say certain things

"Hey babe, how do you say 'stupid cock sucking loser' In Tagalog?

That's kind of a joke

Kind of

Most of the time he will ask how to say things for you

For example

"How do you say 'can I kiss you' in Tagalog?"

He's so stupid, but its ok because he puts his little tiny bit of brain into being there for you

Homicidal Liu

Liu, being Columbian can speak a little bit of spanish himself

It's not much, because his mom only taught him a little bit, but he doesn't really mind

So when you come around, asking if it's alright to teach him your native language, he gets super excited!

A new way for you guys to bond and spend time together? And he gets to learn a new language while doing it? Hell yeah!

He is very enthusiastic about the whole thing

Once he gets enough to put simple sentences together, he tries out saying things in Tagalog just to surprise you

To which you get excited, even if he gets it a little wrong, because you know he's trying

And seeing you get excited gives him the motivation to keep learning the language

He eventually, like Jane, uses this to whisper sweet nothings into your ear that only you would be able to understand

He uses this new pond of knowledge mostly for romantic purposes tbh

He just loves you so much !!

Eyeless Jack

Jack, being the nerd he is, is always down to learn something new

He sat down and learned French once just because he could

He is very rusty now, but if he wanted to order a salad then he totally could

While you are teaching him, he barely talks

All you hear from his end is a bunch of scribbling in a notebook as he writes down every word you say

He also goes out and buys a bunch of books either on or in Tagalog, that way he can study more when you are sleeping, and so he can try out some of the words he's learned in an actual real world experience

Once learning about the language, this puts him down a rabbit hole

He then learns about the history of Tagalog, history of the Philippines, culture and traditions, folktale, food, etc

Which comes as a shock to you when he suddenly asks for you to make Lumpia, or if you can't make it, if you can go out together and get some

He insists that if you go to a resturaunt, that it be one that is actual authentic Philippine resturaunt that way he isn't getting some watered down version of traditional foods

He must know everything about everything

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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 2: "I love you Jane."

Day 2: -Jane The Killer X F!Reader “You’ve told your parents?” x “Nobody warned you about me?”

- I do not own Jane The Killer and take no credit for her character.

Trigger Warning: Homophobic Activity, Bad Parents, Sad Elements.

You just ended a call with your parents. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks, only to have new ones replace them. You had just come out to them and told them you were dating a girl named "Jane". They didn’t accept you. They could only list the reasons why it wasn’t right. They couldn’t see a single good thing about your relationship with her. If you only had the opportunity, you could’ve listed all the reasons why it was right. You shook as you curled up into a ball whilst you sat on the couch. You looked at the phone receiver in disbelief. There were so many ways that this could’ve gone and, of course, you managed to get the worst way.

You heard a hurried rush come from the door as it swung open. It was your girlfriend, Jane. She stood strong. She looked at you. Her figure slowly softened up. "Reader? ", "Is everything alright?’ ‘I heard you from the other room." she quickly got onto your level. You looked at her porcelain mask of a face as she rubbed your tears away with her soft hands. Her dark hair deeply contrasted with the white of her mask. She seemed stressed, as she always was. "I- I told my parents about us." you frowned as you struggled to form a sentence. You didn’t know what to say and you had the feeling she did.

"You’ve told your parents?’ ‘About us?" her posture stiffened. She was freaking out under all that control. You could tell from the way she held your cheek. It was much different than, the strokes before. "Yeah," you muttered under your breath, still shaken. You felt this oncoming dread slowly arise as you sat with Jane. "You know how dangerous that is?" she raised her tone as she looked at you. "I know and didn’t tell them that." you played it off, but she knew what you meant. "That I’m wanted for murder?" Jane looked at you, crouched down, but remained taller than you.

"Look-" you tried to speak before she cut you off abruptly. "Do you not get how dangerous I am?’ ‘I love you more than anything but it doesn’t mean I’m not a killer." Jane stood quietly she seemed to want to add so much more. "Do you not care about your family? Or even friends." she tried to be soft but you could tell she missed her own. "I love you." you didn’t know what to say. It was true that a good portion of your friends and family had blocked you. Though it was never because they thought she murdered people. It was always because you two were together. "I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want you to lose everything for me.’ ‘You don’t deserve that. I do." she explained and tried her best to communicate. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up. "Did nobody warn you about me?" she asked, looking at you. She couldn’t believe that such a sweet person could ever love her. Or even tolerate her. You could hear a short, brief sniffle coming from behind her mask. "I love you, Jane." You reached out to her. "I don’t care. I want you just as much as you want me" you softly smiled toward her as she took you in for a hug. You both held each other as the clock mercilessly ticked by.

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creepy-friday · 9 months

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Hi, i really like your "life as a female proxie" post and was wondering if you could write a second one😊

Sure thing!

Life as a female Proxy /"things you love"

Warnings: blood,violence,NSFW mentions,suggestive content

It was the mundane,really.The early hours of the day,the smell of the forest,the somewhat warm funny feeling you shared with some of the other creeps,knowing you are all stuck as slaves to a tall being that lacks a face almost as much as it lacks a heart.

The respect the others had for you,some more than the others, the way some passed you and titled their heads that made the strings inside your head tighten about the fact that a faceless creature entrusted you with this responsability.

Maybe the slurs..the constant anger towards your position above the other proxies and below The Operator,it reminds you that you are being seen,that you're not a ghost or a random demon you have to hunt.

Your dreams,where numeros entities showed up,entities where Candy Pop,Jason and often LJ were present,and even if they loved to fuck with your brain,they all acknowledged your power,and sometimes even seemed to guide you to a "better world",almost as if they wanted to have you all for themselves.

The feeling of normality once every two months or so when four residents were assigned to go out to buy necessities for the mansion.Going out in public,being able to make jokes,as if roleplaying normal 9 to 5 working people.

The sex.You could ask for it,you can get it either way,your position certainly gives you this advantage even against the ethics.Not only every resident shared a human known loneliness,but you could wait for some problematic thing to happen that has to be reported to the big boss and you could blackmail any fucker into finishing you off,they can live on without any sort of punishment after that.

The power.Nothing really stops you from being a menace in the mansion.I would say that you can use Slenderman's preference to you to your advantage,but he expects you not to..but after all you're a mortal being,he would be disappointed but not surprised.Nothing stops you from ordering people around,from degrading others,from being a bitch like others chose to be.

The late nights after finishing a week old mission.The last night before heading back to the mansion is filled with a family like atmosphere,almost like all of you are siblings and teasing eachother around.

"It's fucking burnt Brian." Masky commented on the toast his friend gave to him.

"Not as burnt as your head.Quit the drugs." the brunette answered calmly."Are they even allowed?"

"Not sure.Is the witch gonna tell on us?" Masky locked eyes with you as you simply shrugged while crossing your arms.

"W-Well?Are you?" Toby asked while a tic escaped from him."Why do you care Rogers?Your burnt as well?" the white masked man asked while taking another bite.

"No.It's seems..white." he answered while looking at the piece of bread in his hand.

"Fucking idiot.." Masky facepalmed himself while Brian chuckled as you placed a reassuring hand on Toby's back.

The love.The eternal need,the awful dreadful and oh-so-terrible lust,desire,total despair to be loved,accepted and fully knowing you belong.The quiet giggles between some residents,the close bond between Masky and Hoodie,the gazes that some shared that made tension rise in the room..even between demons like us,love wins against all odds.

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scary-lasagna · 5 months

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The Christmas Express of the Underrealm Pt iii

Sally hurried back toward her room, and slipped on the first thing she could find to protect her feet from the cold snow, her pink, oversized snowboots that Splendor claimed she would "grow into", despite never growing an inch since she died.

Sally thumped down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet before she got to the giant front doors which Ben had left ajar for her to squeeze through, the wood being too heavy to even budge for her tiny arms.

Sally trudged through the snow eagerly to catch up to Ben, who was also making his way through the snow with silly-looking flip-flops.

"About damn time!" A familiar voice barked.

"Tim?" Ben narrowed his eyes.

"What about it?" Sassy as usual, Tim leered at the foot of one of the steps leading onto the train car. Dressed in blue proper train conductor attire, he held an old-timey lantern somehow aggressively. "You're late."

"Wha- Tim! Is this your train?" Sally asked, flabbergasted, trailing next to Ben.

"For tonight." He nodded. He even had a sharp-looking conductor's cap on. "And you, missy, had a lot of questions, didn't you?"

Sally looked down at her feet a little nervously, and sheepishly nodded, looking between Ben and Tim.

Tim smiled curiously, tilting his head, "Well. We'll have to get you some answers, then, huh?" He clapped her shoulder with a certain gentleness he only saves for those who need a delicate touch. He squatted in front of her, the snow pelted the three of them, and he looked between the two ghosts with a conniving smile. "Do you know what kind of train this is?"

"Yeah it's a Baldwin-"

"It's a magic train." Tim cut Ben's 'know-it-all' attitude off, with a jazz hand. "And it's up to you to decide to get on or not."

Sally felt a tingle deep in her stomach, a bundle of butterflies poking and fluttering around. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea. The whistle of death and everything…

"We'll go, right Sally?" Ben asks.

Sally snapped her head toward him. "Don't put words in my mouth, Benjamin!"

"We're on a tight schedule, make up your minds…" Tim strained, flicking open his pocket watch. He didn't wait for a response, and waved his lantern toward the front of the train.

The whistle howled in spurts and hissed fog from under the wheels of the train, all of the cars lurched forward a foot before the wheels churned forward on the invisible track.

"It's not or never, but I'll come with you no matter what you choose, best friend." Ben put his hand out for Sally to take. She had the ultimate decision. She paused, shifting her weight in the snow in thought. But the train was already speeding up, so in a leap of faith, she took Ben's hand, and ran forth to the train's escaping steps.

Ben hopped on first, and swooped Sally up in his arms just in time before she was met face-first with a snowman waving in the wind. Ben set the girl down, and led the way in front of them, hearing familiar cheers and laughter caused him to feel quite perplexed.

"Ben! Buddy, how ya doing?" Toby grinned from behind a red suede seat, accented with gold twists and spirals.

The interior held so much detail, down to the holly leaves on the top trimming, to the small golden bow-shaped lights illuminating the car. All the seats were made of red suede, with gold accenting the booths and arm rests.

"How'd you get here?" Ben asked the brunette, who wasn't even wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Only his spiderman-themed summer-style pajamas he wore year-round.

"I just followed Tim and hopped on the train." He shrugged so casually like it was an everyday thing to hop on a giant, trackless train.

"And you didn't like…think that it was wrong…?" He asked his friend.

"Why would it be wrong, it's a magic train. And isn't magic just great enough to not have anything bad wrong with it." Another voice piped up, Ben recognized it as Silver. Wait, Silver? As in Lost Silver talking amongst a group of people, that can't be right.

Both Ben and Sally exchanged glances, not quite comprehending the weight of what was happening.

As Sally peered around, she recognized most residents of the manor had a nice seat with a buddy, some were fighting for the window seat, and others were trying their best not to get motion sick.

The Slender brothers seemed to be missing, as well as someone else that Sally held dear. Ben guided her to sit down, already presuming the role of her caretaker for the night.

"If you're looking for Slender, we couldn't wake him up, he was like dead asleep, I've never heard him snore like that before, it was kind of freaky if I'm being honest." Toby giggled, leaning over the back of the seat to get closer to Ben.

"Where's [Y/N?]" Sally tugged on Ben's jacket, who seemed to be wondering the same thing.

"I dunno." He glanced around the rather large car, with open seats still available. "Maybe they're in another car."

Tim's voice interrupted the various conversations with the slight squeal of the loud speaker, "Stopping at the proxy cabin next. We missed a dumbass. Last stop."

"Maybe that's [Y/N]!" Sally jolted excitedly.

"Hey! It might be!" Toby let himself fall back into his seat to look out the window past Jane, who seemed like she couldn't care less to be on a magic train.

"We're stopping at the cabin, maybe they had overtime?" Toby suggested.

"[Y/N] said they were going to get a few presents they forgot from the cabin's storage area." Jane spoke up as she turned a page nonchalantly from beside Toby. "It was the only place to hide 'em without Slender poking around trying to get an early peek."

"How'd you know that?" Ben pointed out, standing so he could hear Jane better over the clammer of noise.

"Slender was chasing us off to bed and they whispered it to me so someone knew where they were goin'. I tried telling them it'd be locked, but you know how stubborn [Y/N] is." Jane propped her knees up on the seat in front of her, and cozied herself up for a long read, earning a joust from Jeff who will be suffering from a sore back.

The train screeched to a halt, and Tim's lantern peeks around the shadows through the whipping snow.

Ben could barely recognize his friend in that brown fur coat. The ugly one they received from an abroad friend, that they swore they'd never be able to wear in public. No doubt it was ugly on a hangar…but it suited them, Ben thought.

It suited them nicely.

[Y/N] kept debatingly looking backward toward the cabin, and pointing while discussing with Tim.

"What are saying, Ben?" Sally whispered.

"I don't think they wanna come on," Ben mumbled, rubbing the condensation off of the interior window to see clearly.

The lantern waved, and the train lurched forward.

That's when he caught it.

[Y/N]'s eyes.

Even through the fog, their color had no discoloration, and he could make them out perfectly clearly.

They paused, staring at Ben in the illuminated window. Seeming a little disappointed, they tucked their coat around themself and nodded Ben a bid of farewell.

But Sally had other plans, and climbed over Ben and ripping down the window with strength she didn't remember having.

"[Y/N]!! Hurry up! It's a magic train!!" She yelled, and although her convincing skills needed work, all [Y/N] needed was the sight of the little girl.

They started running, no- trudging hazardly through the snow. It was getting thick and tall, and their knees could barely pierce through the heaviness of the cold blanket.

And they fell. They fell facefirst as the train chugged past them, a few residents who were watching gasped, and whispered amongst themselves.

Even if they didn't make it on the train, they'd be dead by morning with no way back into the cabin.

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