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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 months

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Passing Autumn Nights

[Proxies (Toby, Masky, Hoodie) X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: also known as the 'fuck me i just miss autumn' fic and LOVE writing slice of life things.]

[1356 words <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Moments like these never last forever. Fleeting, careless, and bittersweet, they remind you of a time long, long passed. The moon is rising and a chill runs through the air. It oddly warms you and reminds you of friends that pass in and out of your life just as freely, though in your past life it might have caused you minor concern.

You sit on the hood of this stupid car Toby stole. It’s sporting a giant dent in the side, and some of the paint near the tires is rusting but it’s taken care of the four of you so far. In your hand is a pack of cigarettes. You don’t smoke. You tried it once and hated it, coughing up like a crude imitation of a dragon lighting up your first attempt, and never tried again after that. They’re actually Tim’s; he wants you to hold them to help kick his habit.

Brian says it’s a sign he’s trusting you more and more. After all, no one knows Tim like him, and you trust your right hand’s judgment.

Laying in the back seat is Brian himself. His forearm is over his eyes to shield them from the harsh overhead lights in the parking lot. He smells like pine, the woods, a bit of whiskey but not too much. He’s got his back windows rolled down as he waits with you for Toby and Tim to finish whatever the hell they’re doing inside the grocery store. You all needed some cash, and Tim has ways of getting it without any suspicion raised. Whole registers, wallets, purses, things lifted without so much as a smile on his face and an oddly friendly, ‘have a nice day’ in response.

In your hands, you play with the lighter Tim also left with you. You flick it a few times before finally hearing your right hand’s voice.

“Leave it,” he hums tiredly, not bothering to move his forearm from his closed eyes. “Thing’s low enough.”

You smile softly and cap it before resting it back in your jacket pocket. For a mid October day, it’s only a little cold, which is surprising. You expected it to be chillier. Or maybe that’s just your proxy blood telling you to not register cold the way a human might. There’s scrapes all over your body, some from missions, others from training, only one from The Operator himself. You trace over the heated mark on your clothed thigh and internally wince, remembering when you upset him. “Sorry,” you apologize half heartedly as you run your thumb in slow circles over the smooth box of cigarettes. “Just get antsy waiting.”

Brian hums again in response as if to ask ‘why’, but makes no further move to press. He just smiles slightly in response to your presence. “You can always ask them how they’re doing,” he says. When you glance over your shoulder to peer at him through the windshield, he tapes at his temple. Head talk, of course.

You squint a bit across the parking lot and feel a small bout of relief wash through your system as Tim and Toby step out of the store, bags in hand from legitimate purchases, and well, you can feel the things they acquired outside of legal bounds. “No need to,” you say in response to Brian.

“Get off the hood,” Tim chides you slightly, but he makes no further move to disturb you. It’s said much like an older brother would to a pesky younger sibling.

In solidarity, and out of a love for annoying his leader, Toby haphazardly opens the trunk of the car, tosses the bags inside which earns a scowl from Tim, and then bounds over to sit on the hood with you. He leans back a bit, resting his tired body alongside yours. “Kinda crowded in there,” he says to you, knowing you’re curious about how it all went. “Bit too crowded for a Thursday at 8pm,” he muses further. He runs his fingers through his chopped brown hair, gazing at the night sky. The moon has always captivated him. Reminds him of simpler times. He likes autumn just as much as you do, and this feels like the best it’s going to get.

“What took you guys so long, then?” You inquire as you and Toby listen with half attention to Brian and Tim’s conversation. Something about future work, run of the mill proxy lifestyle things.

Toby rummages around in his pockets and pulls out a handful of dum dum lollipops he lifted. He gives you a toothy grin and nods for you to pick a flavor before he settles on blue raspberry after you’ve chosen. He crinkles the wrapper, shoves it in his pocket and then holds his hand out for you to give him your wrapper as well. He pops the sweet thing in his mouth and savors the taste before shrugging a bit, “you know Tim. That’s how it always is.” He smiles when Tim taps the windshield in slight annoyance.

“C’mon, get back in the car. We got somewhere to go,” Tim says as he starts the car up. Either you two get in, or he’s driving with you two strapped to the top of the car.

“Shotgun-!”

“Sh-oh come on,” Toby sighs in defeat as you snicker in triumph and slide off the hood of the car. You pat his shoulder and then round your way to the passenger seat, settling in and feeling oddly warmer despite not registering you were cold to begin with. You watch as Toby slouches his way to the backseat with Brian, who at first, does not want to move for the former runt. When Toby shoves him, Brian only laughs and tells him to ‘not get your panties in a bunch’.

“So, where are we going?” You ask as Tim puts the car in drive and smoothly leaves the parking lot. You’re always surprised at the places proxies end up. Right now, you’re in southern Illinois right around Ruth’s hometown. You wouldn’t tell her, but you visited her family’s farm and left a small gift. She would say it’s far too much, and even dangerous for proxy influence to be near her folks and younger siblings but The Operator’s always been fond of her. He wouldn’t hurt them. Not while she performs beautifully for him.

Tim props his left arm up on the sill of the car window, resting his head there as he drives with one hand. He’s very relaxed, preferring driving at night as opposed to dealing with everyone else when the sun is out shining. He won’t admit it either, but he loves autumn nights like these too. He watches the lights of the town start to fade as you head further south. “Stopping in a small proxy town, meeting with EJ, then Jeff is gonna tag along. Something about… a farm? Lotta farms lately,” he chuckles tiredly. “It’s kinda perfect for Halloween - I’ve never seen The Operator so fascinated with a witch before. So, that. He said he wanted us with those two, and we’ll get further directions once we’re at said farm.”

Brian clears his throat and adjusts his posture so he’s sitting up. “That farm gonna have pumpkins?” He asks. It’s surprisingly out of character for your right hand, arguably one of the most brutal proxies in your team.

Tim shrugs. “Fuck if I know.”

You laugh softly, “why? You wanna carve some?”

Some part of Brian’s old world personality shines through. His smile, the crinkle in his eyes despite him being older and no longer a college student but a weathered, jaded proxy is visible as he nods slightly. “Yeah,” he sniffs slightly, gaze now falling out the window at the orange, red and yellow trees visible from the car’s headlights as you pass, only to see them disappear as the four of you roll through. “Always liked autumn,” he says.

There’s that warm, gentle feeling again. You focus on your lollipop, feeling the presence of something mulled and sweet. This is as good as it’s gonna get.

“Yeah,” a pause, “me too.”

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Hello!

Could I request Masky and Tim and Brian and Hoodie, with having a crush on a reader who is slowly opening up to them more? Like maybe talking more around them and looking less tense, maybe even holding their hand or arm when they’re feeling anxious?

Thank you!

-🐨

Tim, Masky, Brian, and Hoodie developing a crush on the reader!

ooooo hoohoo this is going to be interesting me thinks! finally got a moment to sit down, so im going to knock out from requests yahoo! still taking requests lesgo! written as neither explicitly creepypasta or marble hornets, but tagged as both (break dances) tim and brians parts a little shorter than their counterparts, which.. was unintentional.. sobs..

TIM:

maybe its because i struggle with writing tim in love, but i think he would be tense around you. i was originally going to say awkward, but that doesnt seem quite right... he doesnt avoid you, or treat you any different... but you can tell that theres something on his mind... its going to be like pulling teeth trying to get him to say something. you do find him lingering around more than usual before leaving to do something, also tends to check in on you more than before... but that doesnt mean anything, right..? i mean you guys are still only friends, right??

MASKY:

so you know how i tend to write masky to.. not really be expressive and kind of just there watching the reader, like some sort of little guard dog of sorts who probably has claimed the life of at least on person? yeah take that idea and make it a little more intense because uh oh! hes now starting to have feelings for you and since theyre new there hasnt been time for them to mellow out and chill! do i think he would go the yandere route with you? no, but thats simply because the admin doesnt like the yandere trope in most cases. but do i think he would stick by closer to you and make excuses to hang around you? yes. does he come off as stalkerish if we are assuming the reader and masky dont actually have a relationship? oh yeah 100% but by default i write that you guys interact before any feelings are caught.. leaves you random stuff, like gifts.. or even "offerings" in your room to try to appeal to you and keep your attention. does get a little possessive about you, though

BRIAN:

i think out of the four hes the most open and loose with things, but thats only because of his more easy going and jokester nature (at least according to the silly wiki im reading and what i remember of him). basks in the fact that he can make you laugh and smile, i think thats something really important for him in general when it comes to you but i think it becomes an even bigger deal for him when he starts catching feelings for you. i also think out of the four hes the most likely to tell you about his feelings!

HOODIE:

more mellowed out version of masky, still carries some of brians boldness, i think. probably the third most likely to open up about his feelings, behind tim and before masky. also leaves you little gifts and such in your house somewhere for you to find, though i think he makes a game of it. masky leaves them in plain sight, while hoodie is going to make you look for it. more touchy than usual, tends to hold on longer when you guys share a hug or you pass something to him. also physically stands closer to you than before. the lingering stares. stuff like that. you probably think hes mad at you thanks to the mask and his intimidating height, but rest assured hes just trying to find the best opening to ask you to be his

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hatchetno1 · 3 months

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sage forest mental institution.

chapter 6. in which you gain information from a certain apparition. word count: 1.7k note: WARNING. mentions of sa/rape (does not happen to you). no descriptions, but it is talked about. cw: jeff is a BITCH, and as mentioned above, mentions of rape.

He said he loves you, but you have no idea how credible that statement is.

For one, he’s mentally ill as fuck, and it could very well be true. You’re the first normal person he’s come into contact with for ages—two years, he’d said, seventeen when he was taken in, and nineteen now. But the common sense that kept you alive in society tells you it’s not possible because it’s barely even been a day since you met him.

But then again, you’re meant to be his therapist. And as his therapist, you know it’s not so implausible that he genuinely feels affection, romantic at that, towards you. In fact, it’s not so uncommon that people fall in love with their therapists, for the human mind is wired to form deeply emotional relationships. Toby’s brain could very well be overcompensating for the years in which he hadn’t had a proper, healthy conversation with another human being, one that’s not a cold-blooded murderer. That effect would only be amplified by his personality disorder, affecting his ability to form normal human relationships.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you,” chuckles a voice from behind you.

You do what any sensible person does, which is to scream and jump and stare at the source in horror.

The Link cosplayer from the previous day of chaos is sticking his head out of a CCTV camera you hadn’t even noticed before.

“Where did that camera even come from?” You ask yourself.

He whistles. “You’re gonna get yourself killed one day with that amazing lack of perception. Also, rude much? You didn’t even greet me.”

“You didn’t either,” you blurt out.

“Good point. But know that if you keep that tone up I might just kill you.” He grins at you maliciously, and you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat.

“I’m sorry—”

“Oh my god, how dumb are you?” He rolls his eyes.

“…Huh?”

He sighs, and you wonder if he’s starting to get irritated at you. You don’t like people being irritated at you. You most certainly do not enjoy ghosts (?) being upset at you.

“You are off-limits in this household,” he explains. “The Operator will have our heads otherwise.”

“Oh.” That makes sense. “But…could you not listen in next time? I’m not sure how they’ll react to their…well, their deepest secrets being listened in on.”

He makes a tsk noise. “How else are you going to get information on them to treat them better, lest Slendy have your head?” There it is again, that nickname. But for now, you concede. “It’s true. I’m definitely not qualified, but I’m pretty sure even therapists get their information from multiple sources if they can,” you comment. The Link cosplayer—BEN, as EJ had told you yesterday—nods, and pulls himself out of the camera, hands pushing himself out of what you assume to be cyberspace, and floats down to the beanbag below the camera. Honestly, you’re still wondering how you hadn’t noticed that camera, and you internally berate yourself for it as you mirror him, slumping on your own beanbag.

“So,” he begins, bloody eyes gazing straight into your soul, “You must be wondering what the fuck just happened.” You note his use of profanity and nod slowly.

BEN sinks back into the beanbag—he can interact with physical objects, apparently—and rests his head on his palms placed behind his head like a makeshift pillow. “For starters, Toby is fucked,” he explains, and before you can give him a smartass no shit Sherlock answer, he continues. “I know you can’t see what’s on Slender’s table. He tends to fuck with your head like that. He only lets you see what he wants you to see. Nothing more. But anyways, basically he has a laptop or something on his desk. And obviously, you know I can manipulate electronics,” he wiggles his fingers, “And so that’s how I discovered there was something on his table, ‘cause even I can’t see it. But I know what’s on it.” He grins, and you start to doubt his intentions.

“Wait, why are you helping me?” You start carefully, but he waves your question away. “Later.” You doubt him even harder.

“But yeah, anyways, he has a bunch of info on his proxies on there. It’s pretty hard even for me to read that shit on there because he messes with your perception and shit, so I’m not even sure if that info’s real or not, and if he knows I’m inside or not and is hence giving me weird info or whatever.” He pauses. “You prefer your info verbally or written down?”

You think for a bit. “Verbally,” you choose carefully. Unlikely to leak in case shit hits the fan somehow, and easier to clarify.

“Good choice,” he remarks with another grin, retracting his legs into a crossed position, elbow on his knee and resting his cheek on it. “Hm, where do I start…Tobester it is, I guess.”

He clears his throat. “To summarize the mindfuck of data on Slendy’s hellish computer, Toby was wiped of his memories because he decided the sheer amount of trauma would fuck with his ability to do his job. But he notes that the effects of the trauma remain, though not in full, what with the no memories shit and all. If you wanna treat him…well, I dunno, you could either gaslight him into forgetting his trauma responses,” he giggles here, “or you gotta dig those painful memories out and get him to…mm, what’s that called again? Processing? Yeah, you gotta get him to process that shit.”

“Hm,” you grunt, not knowing how else to respond. “Anything else?”

BEN chuckles. “Hey now, princess. Can’t leak all my precious info immediately, can I?” Then he continues, “Invading that stupid fucking computer is hard fucking work. I’m never doing that shit again.” His eyes slowly slide back to yours, and his grin widens maliciously. “Not for free, that is.”

And in a flash, he pounces on you, and you yelp, squirming to escape his ice-cold touch, but he’s surprisingly strong for being a ghost. He traces your jaw, laughing at your state. “Oh, my precious innocent human,” he drawls. “What did you expect?”

It’s true. What did you expect?

“You,” he pokes your nose, causing you to retract even further, “Are going to treat Jeff and EJ as well.”

Huh?

He clicks his tongue and settles back on his own beanbag, sighing. “I’m a poltergeist, not a rapist. That’s Jeff’s job.”

Your jaw extends outwards in horror.

“Yeah. I don’t really care though,” he shrugs. “He even tells me about it. It’s kinda gross.”

Your head spins. You’re going to throw up. But you stay firmly rooted in your place. You’re a therapist for serial killers now, you can’t be fazed by a brief mention.

BEN doesn’t seem to notice your distress, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. “I don’t give a shit about what he does to randos, but I do give a shit about how he feels. I live with the fucker and I’d hate for how he feels to affect me.” You start thinking that BEN hides his own emotions from himself too, but he seems a bit too self-aware for that. Though, you can’t eliminate that possibility.

“But anyways, he seems rather…sad? When he talks about it. Dunno if that’s the right word, but his eyes are usually all madman-like, but when he talks about raping his victims, that madness dies a bit. Maybe he does it for validation or something. And when he talks about it, it sounds kinda forced. I want you to find out what’s going on with that.”

“I mean…I’ll do it, I guess, but why do you want to know…?” You don’t buy that he doesn’t care about Jeff, so you probe a little.

“I’m interested. Also, I wanna tease him about it if he has a breakthrough regarding it or something.” He shrugs. “Oh, and about EJ, I just want him to motherfucking eat in peace without whining to me or literally anyone that he can’t eat kidneys and cult shit and whatever.” At your look of confusion, he explains. “I don’t think he’s the type to hide this from you if he does agree to therapy,” he gags mockingly at the word, “but I might as well give you context anyway. He’s a demon, but he used to be human till some weird cult turned him into one. Then he went batshit and ate them all, and now he keeps whining about his diet, and it’s fucking annoying. Always wanted him to stop feeling so guilty.”

Yeah, he definitely cares about his friends, though he might not even call them friends out loud. And so out of respect for perhaps the only sane while friendly one in this cursed house, you say, “Yeah, I’ll try.”

He grins at you again. “Good. Do that, and I’ll give you more info as you go.”

Then you start to regret it a little because Jeff seems absolutely fucking whack.

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imtotallyokandnormal · 1 month

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》☆MY CREEPYPASTA AU LORE!!!☆《

Howdy! So I mentioned that I was making my own creepypasta au, and I wanna share the lore I have so far! This post will be a collection of a few things I've thought of, I'll try organizing it as best as I can! :>

(Hopefully this isn't too similar to anyone else's au, if it is then it wasn't intentional!)

》☆The Operator☆《

Ok let's start off with the tall guy. Slenderman is still a very big part of my au, but it's primarily referred to as The Operator or The Boss (and is referred to with he/him or it/its pronouns by the creeps, it doesn't care about what pronouns are used though). It is less of a physical entity and more of something that infects your mind like a parasite. However, it can manifest a physical body and interact with the world around it, though it takes effort to do so. Nobody knows its motive or origins, just that it appeared one day and decided not to ever leave.

The Operator communicates with the proxies through hallucinations, mostly auditory and visual ones but sometimes it uses a proxy's other senses to get a specific message across. This means the hallucinations can range from small annoyances (like making you see and hear faint static in the middle of doing something, or making you see him standing in the corner) to large horrible experiences (like making you live in an actual nightmare and overloading/depriving your senses). These larger-scale hallucinations are usually only done in The Manor because The Operator uses its abilities best in an environment it fully controls. However, this doesn't mean it's impossible for The Operator to give someone those hallucinations on earth, it just takes more effort. It can also implant words and phrases into a proxy's mind as a message ("bring Toby, foyer" or "get back downstairs"). These aren't usually accompanied by a voice or have fully visual appearances, they just form as thoughts in someone's head. However, if a proxy seems to respond better to these messages with different sensory cues then The Operator will use them.

The Operator seems far less critical with children or beings that are similar to children. This includes Ben and Sally, since they died at young ages. With older teenagers and adults, it treats them more harshly. Then again, this depends on how well they listen to The Operator, naturally ones who listen better are given more privileges.

》☆The Manor☆《

The creeps live in a manor in the woods, however it is less of an actual landmark on earth and more of a liminal-space or dream-like reality outside of earth. I don't wanna get too detailed about this because i feel like the mystery is more appealing, but I'll explain the basics. So The Operator can alter reality for one or multiple people, mentally and/or physically. It can seemingly create places that are outside the limits of earth, and somehow trap them inside of them. The Manor is a place it created where it can better manage and control its proxies. It is unknown how many worlds it created, or how they exactly work.

The entirety of the world The Operator made is called The Manor by the proxies. This is because the manor itself is the only structure in the world, the rest of it consisting of an endless expanse of forest and fog.

The inside of the building has practically endless amounts of rooms and doesn't always have a consistent floor plan. Some rooms are kept in the same places most of the time, like the foyer and the stairwell leading to the second floor, but other rooms sometimes inexplicably change places. Some proxies decided to make things easier by marking the door to any room that changes places more than once (by, for example, labeling a bathroom "downstairs shitter" by carving it into the door). Going through some doors can lead to new unfamiliar rooms, sometimes to the interior of entirely different buildings. It can be easy to get lost, but The Operator will know where any lost proxies are and can bring them back anytime. Sometimes though, it lets them stay lost and freaked out for a while.

Time doesn't visibly pass in The Manor, as there is no visible rise or fall of any sun and there's absolutely no night. However, the creeps can still tell time throught the clocks on things like phones and watches.

》☆The Proxies☆《

All creeps are referred to as proxies, as they are basically extentions of The Operator. However, some proxies (cough cough Jeff cough) don't like to listen to The Operator, and therefore aren't as trusted to do certain tasks. But then again, this means he is trapped with more mental anguish due to The Operator's mind-fuckery.

Some proxies primarily live inside The Manor while others are allowed to live outside of it on earth. If a proxy does well and meets The Operator's standards, they're allowed to live in their own place on earth. They can have a regular job and live almost a completely normal life, with social connections and interactions with things they miss about their old life. However, they're expected to drop anything and everything if The Operator says so, even if it means losing whatever they've gained in the process. Other proxies (cough cough JEFF- cough wheeze) are kept in The Manor because The Operator thinks they'll try to escape the range of its influence. To be fair, they probably would. New proxies are also kept in The Manor until they learn how to acclimate to their new life and not try to run away.

The Operator is referred to as Slenderman or Slendy by the proxies as an informal title, usually meant as a jab at The Operator for how it usually manifests as a tall skinny white guy in a suit for indiscernible reasons.

A lot of the proxies are human, but there are also proxies that don't seem to entirely come from earth. At least, they aren't as bound to earth constraints as human proxies are. One example would be Laughing Jack, who has abilities like stretching and bending and changing size to impossible proportions that humans can't replicate. There's also Ben and Sally, being ghosts, and EJ being a demonic creature. Nobody knows exactly where the nonhuman proxies came from or formed, and they'll usually answer in vague responses if you ask.

Here's info on some of the proxies!! Feel free to send an ask if you wanna know more! :>

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tryingtofindava · 3 months

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Hi!

For that other idea I told u abt. I was thinking hcs for Jay with an artist! Reader who draws little jaybirds/blue jays for him, I imagine he has his note books,scraps of paper and sometimes even his arm littered with blue jays cuz the reader finds it really cute.

Thank u in advance!!!

𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

a/n: soz this is like rlly short, i wrote this with an eye infection and it hurts to keep my eyes open :P

: ̗̀➛Back to source

He likes watching you draw.

He’ll genuinely sit and watch you sketch against the paper for HOURS.

He keeps every single one of your drawings you make for him. Whether it’s doodles, water colours, oil pastels.

He’s got them all in sections.

He probably films you with his camcorder as you draw on his arms and hands, for memories.

‘Every where I go I keep her picture in my wallet’ trend but instead of your picture it’s one of the first ever blue jay art you’ve made him. (You can tell how worn out the drawing is too, the colour fading at the ink pooling from water damage.)

But he loves it nevertheless.

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bloodblanks · 1 year

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter x.

You meet and are mercilessly taunted by Toby. You break down in front of Masky, causing him to reveal how he truly feels about you.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

You were so tired. You were on the brink of exhaustion, and the sun had just set not too long ago. Trapped in the small room that gradually resembled a prison more and more with each passing day, you felt as if you were losing your mind, your sanity slowly slipping out of reach.

You were curled up in a ball on the bed, hugging your legs to your chest, undressed, but also untied. To your surprise, your body was relatively clean, and you noticed that your ribcage was bandaged up, any traces of blood wiped clean off your body. It almost appeared as if nothing had happened, but you could still see the bruises on your hips, your knees, your torso, along with scabbed over cuts that decorated your once pristine skin.

There was no one else in the room. It was the first time you had been left unwatched for over a minute, save for when Hoodie made breakfast. You wondered if Hoodie was just out to retrieve something, or making food, but it’d already been a few minutes since you had woken up, and it wasn’t really time to eat either, making this situation an unusual one. Hoodie didn’t typically take long to return, if he ever left you at all.

You noticed that next to you was a folded pile of clothes, consisting of a large tank top and smaller sweatpants that could possibly be your size. Next to them was a pack of new panties, likely fresh from the store. You mentally thanked Hoodie for remembering to purchase some for you.

You moved to dress yourself, noting the ache between your thighs and grimacing at the discomfort, as well as your recollection of what had been the cause of the pain. When you stood up from the bed to change, as soon as you placed your second foot on the ground, you felt wetness drip between your legs, eliciting a scowl from you. The liquid was tinted red, and you were able to guess what it was, cursing under your breath as you reached for the box of tissues conveniently placed on the nightstand. You wiped any remaining liquid away from between your legs, before cleaning up what had fallen onto the floor as well.

You put on your panties. As you dressed yourself, you discovered that the sweatpants were indeed your size, however the tank top you were given much too large for you. You could only assume that it was more of Hoodie’s clothing. The tank top was white, made of a thin, flimsy fabric that allowed your nipples to be visible through the shirt, poking at the surface of the fabric. You weren’t exactly happy about that, but you quickly gave up on caring about it, seeing as both of your captors had already seen you fully nude. You had very little dignity left to preserve.

The door then opened with a creak, and you didn’t pay it much mind, fully expecting Hoodie to return, but instead, there stood a figure that you hadn’t seen before. He donned a moss green striped sweater with a blue hood, and half his face was obstructed by a mouthguard that he wore. You could see that he had fluffy, hazelnut coloured hair that barely brushed over his eyes, which were a bright amber. Yellow goggles dangled from his neck, and it was then that you noticed that he wasn’t very tall. In fact, he was surprisingly short, far shorter than Masky and Hoodie, who both stood close to a head above you. This man—or boy, he seemed like he was your age, maybe a bit younger even—was closer to your height. You two stood at eye level of each other.

He cocked his head to the side, but it didn’t feel like the same curious action that Masky often did, because as soon as he did that, he followed it up by shaking his head side to side, his hair flapping around in tune to his movements. He twitched slightly, followed up by cracking his neck.

He quickly scanned the room over before he turned towards you, his eyes creasing in glee at the sight of you. You weren’t sure yet how to feel about that. But then he spoke.

“Hey, you’re all alone—woo!—” he made a strange sound at the end of the sentence, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. There had to be something up with this boy, was it a condition of sorts? Perhaps Tourette’s? That seemed to be the most probable, although you weren’t sure if it was an important factor in the current situation.

Instead, you had other questions on your mind, which you quickly asked.

“Who are you? And why are you here?” you questioned him, watching as he continued to sway his head back and forth. It almost looked like he was headbanging to some music, which in any other situation would’ve made you giggle a bit. But not now. Especially not with what he said next.

“You can call me Toby.” he answered, before following up with, “But I’d rather hear you scream it.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he burst out in a fit of laughter, followed by another sound—you’d assume it to be a tic for now.

You felt your palms start to get clammy as beads of nervous sweat began to form on your forehead. You stepped back and away from him; he made you extremely uncomfortable. You didn’t know him, and he hadn’t hurt you yet, but you already had an awful gut feeling telling you that he was bad news. You remained silent, not wanting to give him a reaction or let him know that you were indeed unsettled by his creepy behaviour. You simply continued watching him, waiting for him to answer your second question. Which to your surprise, he actually did.

“Why—woo—why am I here? I’m here cause T— Cause Masky and Hoodie still haven’t gotten the information out of you. You’re a tough one, huh?” he snickered as he closed the distance between you, taking a step forward. You instinctively took a step back, before bumping into the edge of the bed, stumbling for a second before resigning to just sitting down on the bed.

He leaned in down and close to your face. If it wasn’t for his mouthguard, you’d probably be able to feel the warmth of his breath fan over your forehead.

“You know, I heard that Masky had some fun with you today. Actually, I heard it live. I was on the floor below.” He pointed a finger downwards, gesturing towards the floor.

“It sounded like it hurt.”

His words made your stomach churn, nausea instantly settling in as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. This man, this boy, Toby—he had heard everything that had happened, and yet didn’t lift a finger to stop Masky. He had just let it happen. In fact, he was actively taunting you about it. You could hear the callous tone in his voice as he spoke about the situation, displaying an utter lack of sympathy or even pity for you. He appeared apathetic towards the situation at best, finding sadistic amusement in it at worst.

“Hey, be honest—woo—wauh—!” he started, “Do you like it? Is that why you haven’t said anything?” You didn’t comprehend what he meant at first, but seeing the lack of reaction on your face, he decided to elaborate.

“Are you not telling them the information on purpose cause you like it so much?”

You felt your blood boil at his words. He was sickening, and you wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, make him eat his own words, but you knew you didn’t have the strength to follow that up. Even though he didn’t have a large stature like Masky and Hoodie, he was undoubtedly just as fearsome as them.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the pair of twin axes that he had strapped to a belt around his waist. You had been so focused on his strange appearance and mannerisms that you failed to notice the weapons originally. Now that you had seen them, you were more than glad that you hadn’t acted out on your anger.

Toby continued to taunt you.

“I’ve known T— I’ve known Masky and Hoodie for some time. They’re usually—woo—pretty good at their jobs. So either they’re slacking, or you’re just secretly a masochist. Did I get it right?” he asked, cackling like he had just told the funniest joke ever. You could feel yourself fuming; your hands were clenched into tight fists, the knuckles surely white as you felt your nails dig into the palm of your hand. Your breathing had grown heavy, and you were on the verge of growling at him.

Toby leaned forward a bit more, tilting his head to the side so that his mouth would be pressed right up against your ear. His hair brushed against your cheek—he had stopped shaking his head at some point—as he whispered into your ear.

“Maybe if you like it so much, I can also do that to you.”

“Get away from me.” you hissed, your handle on your temper slipping. Wrath bubbled inside of you like a cauldron that was threatening to boil over, momentarily overpowering your rationality and fear of the sharp tools at his sides.

“Feisty, huh? Masky sure has a type—woo!—”

Before you could respond, the door was violently opened, slamming into the wall with a loud thud.

“We thought we heard something.” Masky sneered. “Get out.”

Toby leaned away from you, standing back up straight, and taking a step back. You watched his amber eyes narrow, glaring at Masky and Hoodie, both standing in the doorway. Masky was visibly irritated, you could just tell from the aura he gave off, and Hoodie had his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t seem to be too happy, either.

“I need to have a talk with you, Toby.” Hoodie stated. It felt more like an order than a suggestion, and you could tell Toby felt the same way because he huffed in response, before walking out of the door with Hoodie. The door closed behind them, although you were still able to make out the beginning of their conversation.

“Toby, don’t you fucking dare step foot in that room again.” you heard Hoodie’s voice first.

“The Operator sent me to check on the progress, don’t—woh—wauh—act like I’m doing something wrong.” was Toby’s reply. The voices were growing distant, slowly fading away. You could only hear murmuring after that, leaving Hoodie’s response unclear.

Giving up on the conversation, you instead turned your attention to the person standing right across from you, leaning against the once again closed door. Masky.

You felt an overwhelming number of emotions wash over you. You were upset, hurt, scared, angry—betrayed. You didn’t know why you felt that way, only that you did. And almost as if it were on cue, tears started streaming down your face. You looked at Masky, his face still hidden behind his mask, not betraying any emotion to you. You looked at Masky with watery eyes, voice cracking as you spoke to him.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked. You sniffled as the words came out, trying your best to hold back from crying.

—

It was a Friday after school. Tim, Brian, and you were all together, sat down in the middle of Brian’s living room. You were sprawled over the floor, both arms holding your phone above your head as you browsed through the front page of YouTube, looking for an interesting video to watch. You noticed a video title that had recently been in your recommendations, successfully catching your eye.

‘What pretending to be crazy looks like.’

You were just about to tap on it when you heard the sound of someone fake coughing to get your attention.

“What do you want, Tim?” you dismissively asked, not bothering to look at him. You wanted to watch the video.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the group project we’re supposed to be working on distracting you from your social media?” he sarcastically responded, and you rolled your eyes, groaning at his comment.

“Tim, school literally ended like, thirty minutes ago. I just want to chill for a bit first.” you whined, before pausing to add, “And I’m not on social media.”

“I asked.” was his reply, cold and curt. You clicked the power button on your phone, turning it off and placing it down to your side, before pushing yourself up so that your weight was held up by your elbow.

“Shut up.” you growled, narrowing your eyes at him in a glare. He merely scoffed at you, before returning his focus to the laptop in front of him, continuing to type something that you presumed to be related to your group project. You looked towards Brian, hoping he’d support your decision to relax for a while before starting on the project, but he too was on his laptop, staying silent and out of this conversation.

You sighed. You probably should get working too, seeing as neither of your friends wanted to take a break before starting work. It did make sense to you however, this project alone would be worth 20% of your final grade, so you knew that it was of fairly big importance.

Retrieving your bag, you unzipped it, taking your laptop out. Quickly typing in your password, you opened your browser and opened Google Docs. You clicked on your shared document with Tim and Brian; you noticed that Brian was typing in it right now. You looked through the document, quickly scanning over the text. It was an English class project, the three of you were to make a poster about a classic literature piece of choice, as well as the author who wrote it.

Brian was the one who was mainly in charge of the research and writing, so the two of you left it up to him to pick his novel of choice. He had decided on The Great Gatsby, which neither you nor Tim had read. Not that it would’ve been any different for other novels, save for the exception of Fahrenheit 451, which you had been forced to suffer through. No chance in hell were you going to do a project on that horrid book. And plus, half the class had picked that book, seeing as it was the only one majority had read.

Since Brian was the one doing the research, Tim was in charge of designing the poster, he’d paint it and decide on the aesthetics. You were left with the task of taking Brian’s notes and forming them into neat sections and paragraphs, before sending them to Tim to format and print out.

Technically your job wasn’t too hard, but it was immensely boring. You groaned, copying a section of Brian’s notes, before pasting it into another document to start proofreading and organizing them.

“Hey, sunshine, I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you to do some work.” Tim spoke up again, interrupting you from the work you were literally being asked to do.

“I am doing work. Stop barking, you dog.” you instantly shot back, irritation beginning to grow within you.

“Uh huh. Where?” he questioned, and you sighed in frustration, not feeling up to banter with him today. Hell, even for banter, he was being especially snarky. More than usual.

“In the other Google Doc.” you answered him, trying to keep your voice level, masking your annoyance. You wouldn’t give in to him that easily. He’d get way too much satisfaction out of knowing that he managed to get on your nerves.

“What other Google Doc?” he asked, and you sighed louder this time, exhaling with a groan.

“The one I sent you.” was your reply, you were still doing a good job at pretending that you didn’t want to get up from the floor and hit him right then and there. Not that it would go too well for you, considering how puberty did work out decently for him.

“You didn’t send me shit, idiot.” Tim snapped, and you double checked your sharing options, confused on what he was saying. You wanted to facepalm yourself when you realized he was right, you hadn’t actually shared the file yet. You just thought that you did.

“Okay, I sent it now.” you grumbled, clicking the right options to share the link with him.

“Thanks, only took you a decade to do it.” What the fuck was his problem? You felt your anger ignite within you, blazing a path of fury up your chest. You didn’t want to give in, but you were so fucking pissed off at how much of an asshole he was being.

“Why the fuck are you being so cringe today?” you snarled, your words catching Brian’s attention. He hadn’t taken part in the conversation so far, but now that you were obviously annoyed, he felt obligated to step in.

“Can you two quit arguing? I’m trying to concentrate.” Brian plainly stated. You were just about to tell him to mind his own business when Tim beat you to it.

“Can you stay the fuck out of this?” demanded Tim, sounding just as angry as you were. You had no idea what could have caused him to be so upset, you hadn’t even done anything. You originally thought he was just taking banter too far, but now you weren’t so sure.

“I can, if you’ll stop acting like a middle schooler with a crush, Timothy.” Brian’s response made your eyes widen in shock. First of all, you had no idea where the crush part came from, which confused you, but then secondly, you were also surprised that Brian would say something like that. He was usually far more passive; in fact, he was usually the mediator when you and Tim argued. He rarely started arguments of his own, which made it rather odd that he would say something so provocative.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Tim hissed. He had stopped working on the project, placing his laptop aside. You could see a warm pink begin to dust over his cheeks.

“I said, you’re acting like a middle schooler with a crush.” Brian doubled down on his statement, instead of retracting it like he usually would. This was going to be interesting, although you weren’t sure if it’d be a good or bad kind of interesting.

“A crush? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Tim questioned. You kept your eyes trained on the scene unfolding before you, your mouth shut.

“You know, kids usually tease their crushes.” Brian explained nonchalantly, almost as if he was talking about the weather or something akin to that.

“Are you trying to say that I have a crush on Y/N?” Tim inquired, in total shock and disbelief. You felt the exact same way as he did, astonished by Brian’s words.

“I’m saying that you’re acting like it.” Right as Brian finished his sentence, Tim immediately spoke.

“Fuck no. Why would I ever have a crush on her?” Ouch. You felt something hurt in your chest. You didn’t know why, but his words stung. So much so that you had to grit your teeth, inhale shakily and then exhale to keep your composure.

“You tell me.” Brian shrugged. Tim scoffed, incredulous.

“I don’t fucking have a crush on her. She’s ugly and has shit for brains.” he defensively said, and immediately you felt another throb of pain in your chest. This one was far worse than the first one, and you could already feel tears well up in your eyes. Tim had stopped speaking, and Brian didn’t respond, either. Silence filled up the room, atmosphere unsettlingly thick, until you finally said something.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked. You sniffled as the words came out, trying your best to hold back from crying. This was bad, you could feel your eyes get watery, beginning to cloud your vision. Fuck, you were about to cry in front of your two best friends. Or well, you had thought they were your two best friends.

This was too much. Tim’s insults on top of his behaviour and attitude towards you today caused the first tear to dribble down your cheek, and you felt hot with embarrassment, internally cursing yourself for crying in front of them.

Tim picked up his laptop. With his other hand, he grabbed his backpack, hastily sliding the laptop in before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder.

The next thing you know, the front door had opened and closed, and Tim was gone.

Masky remained where he stood, inanimate. He twitched, appearing as if he was debating between staying and leaving the room. However, you couldn’t be sure that was what he was actually thinking, seeing as you barely knew anything about your captor’s personality, let alone his mind.

You were still crying, soft sobs escalating into louder wails as he stayed there, watching. You were unable to see his expression due to the mask but watching his body language and feeling the atmosphere around him, you felt he acted like he had suddenly remembered something. Perhaps you were just projecting your own thoughts onto him at this point, though. You weren’t sure.

You watched as he appeared to be struggling, fists clenching into tight balls until his knuckles turned white, before he eventually loosened his grip, running his hands through his hair in what seemed to be agitation. Many times, he turned his attention towards the door, and you figured he was debating on whether to exit, but he never ended up doing so.

After what felt like an eternity of you just sitting there and crying, Masky finally spoke up.

“I don’t hate you.”

You were left stunned, speechless, not knowing what to say or how to feel about it. Your tears didn’t immediately halt, but your cries quieted for a second as you processed this newfound information.

Masky let out a deep sigh. “I— You just piss me off.” He paused to think before continuing. “I don’t even know if it’s anger, or what. You just— I just don’t feel normal around you. I keep feeling this weird pull in my chest, this headache of sorts. It’s dreadful. And it just makes me want to hurt you, punish you for making me feel this way. And there’s some constant reminder in my head, some alarm going off—none of it makes any fucking sense. And I get these urges, I just— you just—”

“Princess.” he growled, his voice raspy, his breathing heavy.

“You bring out the worst in me.”

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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I need more Masky x fem! Reader hcs from you!! :3

You got it 🙏

Thanks for requesting!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masky x fem!reader

First things first, anything with him is gonna be very warm

He is a literal furnace

He's super clingy, but only in private

He'd rather die then do what he does to you in public

Which isn't actually too embarrassing to be honest

For example, he loves to smell your hair

It's so comforting to him

He loves to just cuddle up next to you, holding you close to his body so he knows you're safe as he buries his face into your hair

Another thing he likes to do is watch old westerns with you

He doesn't even like old westerns like that, but he just wants some background noise while he squishes your face and thighs, and kisses your hands

His hands are really coarse, so sometimes he'll do that thing where he lights a lighter, and runs the flame over his hands just to impress you

He loves to take you by surprise, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his hold with a low "c'mere baby"

He treats you like a princess, giving you anything you could ever want

One time you asked to do his nails for practice, and so for the next two weeks he went around flaunting his sparkly blue coffin style nails

He's so proud of everything you do

If you ever feel sad or upset, just know that he's already there with your favorite snacks and drinks, a nice blanket and plenty of tissues

He both loves and hates when you wear his clothes

On one hand, he loves to see you walking around in his sweatpants that are way too big for you

On the other hand, those are his clothes

He allows you to wear his flannel without a problem, though

And sometimes if you're lucky he'll take off his big jacket and drop it on you, likely weighing you down a bit

Everytime you use your nickname for him in public, he dies a little inside

"Poopsie pop"

⚰️ <- get in.

You say it deliberately to embarrass him lol

He absolutely needs to sleep with you

Even if he's just taking a nap

Ever since the first time he fell asleep with you, he's become addicted

Sometimes he'll knock on your door at 3am, in his pajamas and a blanket drapes around his shoulders as he lets himself in and laying on your bed, cuddling up to your pillows as he waits for you to join him

When you do eventually join him, he kisses you until he falls asleep

It's really the best way to go to sleep

He gives you wet Willie's on a daily basis <3

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zurechi63971 · 17 days

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Hey yall, does anyone know where that one fic where it was a rainy day and reader was having a bad day because of their boss, then Brian arrived wet from the rain and a few minutes later they started having sex? I believe it ended with reader saying something like they didn't hear their phone ring with a notification from their boss yet and Brian something like "Ass up" or sumthin

It's one of my favorite fics but for some reason I can't find it 😭😭😭

#hoodie x reader #brian thomas x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #proxies #proxies x reader #hoodie creepypasta #hoodie marble hornets #brian thomas #creepypasta headcanon #hoodie smut #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x you #hoodie x you

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wither-shadow · 3 months

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not to be tedious buuutt,,, what do u think would happen after a long day of alex teasing reader n reader is whiny n needy...

A tired Alex and needy reader? This is gonna be interesting

Tired!Alex kralie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: some smuty stuff it will be labeled

SFW :

He will tell you that he just wants to lay down or relax, but if you want to, you can join him and he will tell you if he wants to be alone, he enjoys your company but as an introvert he needs some time to himself especially because of the Operator popping up now and then getting him on edge he doesn't want it to see him with you so he can keep you safe, your safety is his top priority over everything, even the recordings.

NSFW :

If you whine enough and get him to a point where he will do something to make you happy while he can relax it's gonna be him letting you sit on his cock for a few hours and he will let you be like that for hours if you enjoy it enough but after awhile he will become impatient and hard to the point it hurts so he will at that point grab your hips and grind into you at first then once he knows it's okay he is going absolutely ham on you and if you're wearing one of his shirts? You aren't going anywhere tomorrow. He will call off a shoot just to ram you into the bed all fucking day while you still have his shirt on, you won't be able to walk for a bit. But he makes up for it with his aftercare, you know your couch? He's gonna turn it into a bed for you two after running you a bath and helping you get in, and while you are in the bath he is making you two snacks that you both love along with smoothies he just loves you that much ♡

#alex marble hornets #alex kralie #alex kraile x reader #x reader #marble hornets x you #marble hornets x reader

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Could I request some headcanons for the MH characters and how they'd react to their s/o dying due to the Operator sickness (just to make it more challenging, let's say Alex didn't do it)

a/n: you most certainly can omg i love writing mcd and angst!! i literally dropped everything i was doing to write this so i hope you enjoy!!

marble hornets characters reacting to their s/o dying due to operator sickness.

warnings: major character death, swearing, blood, vomit, coughing, sleep deprivation, gn!reader, death is mainly unspecified but alex isn't the cause, jessica's actually made me feel sad i wanna hug her.

JAY MERRICK.

You stuck by Jay's side since the beginning of all of this, helping him with finding more tapes and piecing together the clues of the mystery that is Marble Hornets.

Even when things got bad, you and Jay stuck together.

You guys were worried, obviously, when you both started to experience symptoms of the sickness, but neither of you allowed it to slow you down.

Unfortunately, the sickness was taking a heavy toll on you more than it was Jay at this point, and it was starting to show.

You could barely sleep most days, but with the sickness, sleeping was like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

And the day you died, you were running on no sleep. It had been... a while since you had last been able to sleep. You were at death's doorstep, but neither you nor Jay were ready to admit it.

Your death had been... peaceful, in the end.

You were in the car with Jay. You weren't sure where you two were going, but you knew that Tim was driving behind you guys. The weight of everything felt so heavy on your shoulders, and you could just... feel yourself drifting off. You knew you more than likely weren't going to wake up if you closed your eyes, so with the last of your strength, you caught Jay's attention and just oh so softly whispered, 'I love you.' before your eyes shut and you slumped against the window of the car.

Jay pulled over immediately because he knew that something was wrong. He tried performing CPR on you, but you didn't come back. And the Operator just had to choose this moment specifically to show up, so Tim had to physically drag Jay away from your body so the two could get away.

The Operator took your body, and Jay followed you into the afterlife soon after.

ALEX KRALIE.

Well first off congrats on not being killed by Alex, I guess. No, you die early on.

But he didn't kill you. He didn't get the chance. He was going to, trust me, but it seems your body just couldn't handle the sickness like everyone else.

That doesn't make it any less painful for Alex to watch. He loves you so much, so of course your death is going to hit him.

Seeing you vomit blood as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body started to convulse... it was terrible.

And he wanted to help you, he did! He wanted to do something to save your life but...

Perhaps... it would be better if he didn't...

Watching you die is something that'll haunt his dreams for sure, and your death will definitely motivate him to achieve his goal and it'll spur him further into the mindset of 'everyone in contact with anyone who has the sickness needs to die'.

And he'll blame Tim for your death, period.

Even if it isn't Tim's fault, it is. Alex simply cannot blame anyone else.

He knows that it was wrong to watch you die and not do anything to help, but... it was the right thing to do. Surely, you would have understood, right?

TIM WRIGHT.

His biggest fear was you dying because of all of this.

At first, most of his fear stemmed from him apparently having an alter ego of sorts that doesn't recognize the people he knows and is violent. He was worried that he'd end up hurting you when in this state of mind.

That fear transitioned away from that when this alter ego went dormant. Instead, it just became a natural fear of you getting injured.

He didn't want you to involve yourself in this because he knew it would be dangerous, but you insisted and he can't exactly stop you.

So when you die? Right in front of him? Choking on your own vomit and blood?

Well, he'd simply blame himself.

It's his fault that everyone is involved in all of this in the first place. If he had just... never made any friends, everyone would still be alive.

It's his fault. His fault that you died. He'll never get to see you again. He'll never get to hear your laugh or see the sparkle in your eyes.

He couldn't even get you a proper funeral because the Operator took your body. You're gone. You're gone.

Alex is right. It really is his fault.

BRIAN THOMAS.

Brian knew getting involved with you doomed you to your fate, but he's more selfish than he lets on.

He couldn't let you go. Even after he assumed the persona of Hoodie, he wanted you in his life.

He did his best to take care of you when the sickness started taking its toll on you. He made sure to steal some of Tim's pills for the two of you to take, he kept you hydrated and he was very adamant about you not touching his camera.

He concealed most of his worry because he knew that being openly worried would only make you worry.

His biggest concern was Alex finding you. If Alex knew where you were, he wouldn't hesitate to take your life, so Brian made sure he never even filmed anywhere near where he kept you.

That being said, because of everything going on, Brian can't be with you all the time.

And you die while he's gone.

He returns to the abandoned building to find it empty. You were nowhere in sight, and immediate panic overtook whatever other thoughts were going on in his mind as he tore the place apart trying to find you. The only thing left in your place was one of his spare cameras.

Dread immediately settles in alongside his panic as he watches the latest tape on the camera, and that's when he sees it. You, with tears streaming down your face as you struggle to force back a violent cough fit. You confessed to him that you hadn't been taking the pills he'd been giving you, instead always sneaking them back into the bottle so Brian would have more to take for himself. And you cry, telling Brian that you're sorry and that you love him before you drop the camera and fall to the ground as a violent coughing fit begins to take over.

Brian has to look away from the screen because seeing you die is not something he can handle. He only looks back when you stop coughing. Your body wasn't in the frame anymore. It's safe to assume that the Operator took you.

Brian sorta just... goes numb, to be honest. There's no other way to describe it, really. He just exists, and then he dies.

JESSICA LOCKE.

Oh Shit. Oh God, what the hell? What's going on?

Poor girl doesn't even know what's happening for most of the time she's there and now her lover just collapsed to the ground and started to cough up blood.

She tries her hardest to offer her support, holding your hair back and trying to help you ride out this coughing fit but it just gets worse the longer you cough.

She's in tears as she tells you to just hold on, scrambling to search for anything she could use to call an ambulance to get you some help.

She even tries carrying you, but she's also dealing with the sickness and is in a weakened state so all she can do is watch in horror as your coughing gets worse.

Then the vomiting starts, and there's no way a human can survive vomiting up so much blood.

Please don't die. Please, she can't lose you. She can't do this without you! You have to stay alive, you have to stay with her! You can push through this, she knows you can! Just focus on her voice, okay?

But her pleas mean nothing in the end.

In the end, your body gives out on you and you breath your last breath in the arms of your girlfriend as she cries, begging you to stay with her.

And when all of this is over, she has no memory of your death. Tim tells her that you left. She'll never know the truth of what actually happened.

#anon #jay merrick x reader #alex kralie x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #jessica locke x reader #marble hornets x reader #jay merrick x you #alex kralie x you #tim wright x you #brian thomas x you #jessica locke x you #marble hornets x you #marble hornets #scheduled.#don't ask why im scheduling this to post at 2am i cant explain my ways #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #I NEED TO START TAGGING THOSE TWO i keep forgetting

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juxenon · 1 year

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Headcanons and Drafting for Brian Thomas x M!Reader

I want a funky little reader doing some sketches for his college drawing class in the woods and just lookin up from a pile of fungus and seeing fuckin’ hoodie.

Tries to wave but hoodie runs

A slowburn tag your it type situation of brian looking at this guy constantly.

Him trying to convince hoodie to sit with him, but never getting him to.

The funniest thing to happen is that brian in a moment of complete coherence is out and about, walking out of the park and reader runs to catch up with him, connecting the dots on the figure and also the hoodie that he is wearing.

And to brian most things are difficult to connect but he can connect the dots about this guy and the absolute serenity he feels around him.

Reader isn’t sure if brian is comfortable with everything that has happened but most importantly he looks exhausted, he brings the strange man into town to his small studio apartment.

This goes against every red flag but this guy looks filthy and like he's seen the devil.

He offers some snacks, his bed, and shower for the man while he takes the shitty Walmart futon.

Brian says some horrific ungodly shit but the reader does not process it as anything serious.

Reader is shy in the way of elongated deadpan stares followed by a red face and completely ghosting the person they accidentally looked at. Not the uwu soft gayboy.

#juneydrafts #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x you #brian thomas x male reader #creepypasta x reader #Brian thomas #hoodie x reader #marble hornets hoodie

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Can you write for Masky/Tim that has a grumpy x sunshine dynamic with the reader? Bonus points if it’s enemies to lovers. They’d literally be Branch and Poppy from Trolls 😭😭

Tim/masky x sunshine!reader !

hopefully this can be read as either mh or creepypasta, since i adore both takes on masky/tim (more so modern creepypasta takes that ive personally seen at least) so! going to split this into 2 parts so tim and masky can have their own parts since i write them a little differently from one another! i! need to watch the trolls movies, ive heard good things about them, especially the newest one....

Tims part//

honestly in a weird way you kind of rub oeff on him.. now does tim just become more... upbeat and happy? ....maybe just a teeeeeeny tiiiiiny smidge, but no where near your level. you have a positive effect on him, thats for sure, but hes still very clearly handling his own issues and hes still his usual self. though, you do sometimes catch him smiling just ever so slightly when hes watching you go on about your day or rambling about something! and i think that alone is very sweet, like hes going through so much/has gone through so much if this is post MH/MH specific, but he still finds it in himself to unwind just a tiny bit thanks to your energy. though, you do sometimes tend to be a little too kind, so sometimes he feels he needs to step in to make sure you dont get hurt or taken advantage of. its not that youre dumb, but you can sometimes see the best in people before they have the chance to show that they actually possess that good in the first place, you know? kind of envies how you just roll with things and dont let most things effect you, though there will be hell on the chance something DOES upset you... more so a solutions than comfort guy, though!

Maskys part//

very similar to tim in regards that masky likes observing you when youre being your joyous self, and you just slightly rub off on him. while tim is more grumpy and cautious, masky is more so.... well he doesnt emote a lot and the mask sure as hell doesnt help matters, as well as him not speaking... though your energy is still infectious, sometimes when hes signing to you, his signs are a little more energetic and such. but not by much. to outsiders they wouldnt be able to tell something is different, but you can... though i dont think masky does, and if he does he doesnt say anything.. while tim would offer solutions when youre upset, masky... well he also offers solutions, but in a much different way. not going to elaborate other than that his solutions tend to be very "hands on" and "straight forward" in regards to handling the issue. less of a grumpy stormcloud x sunshine dynamic and more of a collected stoic x sunshine! if that makes sense!

#marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x you #mh x reader #mh x you #masky x reader #masky x you #tim wright x you #tim sutton x you #tim wright x reader #tim sutton x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader

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hatchetno1 · 4 months

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sage forest mental institution.

chapter 2. in which you try to unfuck your situation, but you get fucked all over again anyways. 2.8k words

You awoke to two men standing over you, and as you slowly regained your bearings, you realized you were on the hard concrete floor, and those two were Masky and Jeff, and they were yelling at each other.

“YOU’RE JUST A WEAK HUMAN WITH A DISGUSTING COMPASSION FOR HUMAN LIFE,” Jeff half-sang half-yelled at the other.

“YOU’RE GETTING IN THE WAY OF OUR ESCAPE,” retorted Masky loudly.

You’d had enough. Raising two fists, you targeted their crown jewels, sending both doubling over to the floor. You heard a “fucking bitch” drowned in pain, most likely from Jeff. You sat cross-legged between the two sprawled on the floor, an “oh I’m gonna feel this for days” coming from Masky.

I’m about to get killed anyway according to Jeff, you thought, and so you grabbed both by the hair, eliciting howls from both of them. “My balls, my hair, my balls, my hair,” moaned Jeff.

“Shut up, this is what we honestly deserve,” grunted Masky. Mm, handling patients roughly, you thought to yourself, what great work ethic.

You took a deep breath before continuing.

“What,” you began, “is going on for one of my patients to burst through a window, choke me, and for the other one to come running and attack the other?”

They both stayed silent. One—Masky—looked to the other, and seemed to reach a silent agreement.

One second you were in control, and the next you were on the ground again, your skull colliding with rough concrete, oh how head trauma seemed to love you, and the breath pressed out of your lungs as Masky held you to the ground. Of all things, you thought, you could get a better look at him now. Brown hair and eyes with prominent brows and sideburns, mid to late 20s, a far more human-looking person than Jeff, who stood to the side, holding a glass shard, ready to pierce your throat.

“Keys,” said Masky calmly, but you knew it was actually a demand, and if you couldn’t meet that demand, you’d die. Likely swift and painless, but death nonetheless. Or maybe the blood would enter your lungs and you would drown in your own blood. You didn’t want to think about it, with all the shit you’d been through today. But it was because of the events of that day that you lost the grip on your conscience and humanity, and choked out a weak “wait”.

And they actually somehow waited. You saw your chance, and took it.

You took in whatever air you could, and breathed out, “Keys in back, follow me.” A beat passed before Masky pulled you up by your collar, with Jeff’s glass shard following. Both stared at you expectantly.

“Well?” Snarled Jeff unkindly.

“Uh.” An intelligent response, once again, before Masky pulled you forward roughly. It then registered that now you had to follow through with your lie, and that you probably couldn’t let violent asylum patients out into town, and that Andrea didn’t even give you any keys in the first place because she probably expected you to let them die.

Wait, they’d killed people before me in this asylum? Explained why Andrea was so eager to get out, and why she was so cranky upon your arrival. Maybe cranky didn’t suit a situation where you were supposed to fear for your life. Okay, maybe they killed those at the main branch of the asylum.

Your feet obediently walked, doing you a favor because you had no clue where the keys were. You prayed that your feet would lead you to the main counter, where you could hopefully rummage around for keys, and buy yourself time, whether it be figuring out which key worked, or just rummaging around in general.

“So…” you began, voice echoing throughout the empty halls—their yells earlier had such noisy echoes, it hurt your ears—causing both men to snap their attention to you. “Are you two, like, friends, or—“

“No,” snarled Jeff. “You think I would be friends with a pussy like him?” He scoffed. “Actually, why the fuck am I talking to you?” He questioned, and examined the shard in his hand, as if he was about to jab it into your neck any time now. You wanted to bank on your usefulness to them by being able to find the key, but you had no idea if they actually needed you to find the key, or if they would realize soon that they didn’t actually need you. Why couldn’t they bust out of their cells like Jeff did? Then you realized nearly all the cells here were maximum security and didn’t have glass windows like Jeff’s did.

What kind of poor asylum design was this?

Maybe the keys were cards. Maybe the keys were actually a set of codes. Maybe the keys were both. Maybe—

The front desk was in sight, and you gulped. You hadn’t finished scheming your escape from two crazed murderers. What happened if you escaped, anyway? Let loose two whole violent patients—one of whom was an actual murderer—to the town? Wait, how did Masky escape, anyway? Wait, how many friends did they have to let loose?

You’d get your answers in due time. For now, hands shaking, you rummaged through the compartments, the drawers of lanyards, notebooks, and pens.

“Oi,” threatened Jeff, “If you take any longer, I’m gonna suspect that you don’t actually know anything…”

You gulped. The only thing saving you right now was your uniform. If they hadn’t been delivered to you last minute, you might have showed up in civilian clothing, prompting them to deem you useless and for Masky to let Jeff loose on you. But for now, you fumbled and fumbled, until you finally came across a drawer. Second to the left, fourth down, keycards.

Hands still shaking, you grabbed the keycards bound together by rubber bands. None of them were labeled, as you’d expected in this very strange asylum at this point, and hoped that they were actually access cards.

“Wow, well done,” drawled Jeff. “Finally did something useful, huh?” He spoke as he stepped over to grab your chin, tracing your cheek with the glass shard in hand. You flinched, causing the shard to dig in deeper and widen the already wide grin on his face. It wasn’t until Masky glared at him that he stopped. “Fine, fine,” he groaned. “But I get the kill later.”

Masky sighed. “Come,” was all he said as he turned on his heel, and Jeff shoved you forward.

You found yourself being led to a cell where it seemed another in their group resided, though you couldn’t tell what they looked like, till the keycard surprisingly unlocked the door to reveal the occupant, a blond man with blue eyes.

“Brian,” said Masky.

You don't know what came over you, what possessed you to do this, but in a spur of genius, you slowly backtracked, slipping past Jeff, who grabbed the keycards for himself. You needed to think quick. Move quick, and assess the other three’s positions quick. Adrenaline pumped in your veins.

The guy named Brian was slowly standing up to move out of the cell. Quick.

Masky was stepping forward to help him up, in a strange show of compassion for, as Jeff put it, human life. Quickly.

Jeff made the mistake of stepping past you to stand alongside Masky.

NOW.

Faster than your mind could process it, your foot shot out, catching a surprised Jeff, and sending him crashing into Masky, who fell onto the padded floor near Brian, who jumped aside. Almost as if out of an anime, you felt strength surge within you, and you knew exactly what you needed to do.

You slammed the door close with a satisfying click and beep.

All three men stared at you through the gaps between the bars on the door. You stared back, heart pounding so hard in your chest you thought it might explode. And all hell broke loose, screaming within the cell, Jeff pounding on the door, calling you strings of profanities that you could never dream of recreating, Masky looking at you in shock and anger, and Brian staring at you in awe? Shock? Confusion? Anger? Honestly, the rage in Masky’s eyes shook you to the core. You never imagined that a human’s eyes could hold such intensity of emotion.

Swiftly, he got up, shoved Jeff away from the bars, eliciting even more violent screams and threats from the latter, and grabbed the bars on the upper half of the door.

“You,” he seethed. But he never continued. Instead, he rammed himself against the door, again and again, its hinges rattling and threatening to warp and bend.

So you turned tail and ran. You ran and you ran, and you knew that if they got out of the asylum, outside of it was the first place they’d check, so you ran, turning and twisting corners, and sliding down to hide against a wall, panting and huffing.

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that you actually pulled that off! You wanted to jump and cheer and scream for joy. And you wanted to stop yourself from doing that, given your current situation, so you compromised and settled for internal celebration. And you celebrated for a grand total of about 2 seconds, before you heard the impossibly loud thunder of a metal door crashing to the ground, distant yells, and thudding footsteps, many of them, and you accounted for three in your head.

So much for taking care of patients.

“Interesting,” said a voice next to you, startling you. It was by a miracle that you clamped a hand over your mouth at the last minute before you could actually let out a screech.

Chuckling, a tall man (how had you not noticed him) peered down at you from within his cell. A row of sharp white teeth greeted you, like a shark, surrounded by grey skin. You could explain the sharp teeth, maybe he filed them down, and the grey skin even, maybe he had some vitamin deficiency combined with no sunlight, but his eyes.

You couldn’t explain where his eyes were.

Black liquid oozed from what seemed to be cavities where his eyes were supposed to be. He had no eyes, and thus no vision, according to common logic, so how was he peering through bars at you? How was it that you couldn’t see his eyes, but somehow he was looking right at you, grinning?

He chuckled again, deeply, and put more of his weight on the door, leaning on the bars he held. “What’s your name?”

You stumbled over your name. It was an amazing stumble that deserved a gold Olympics medal. Your name rolled off his tongue smoothly once you actually let out a coherent version of your name.

“I’m EJ. E for Eyeless, J for Jack. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he greeted. So he really was eyeless. An insane patient with manners. You stopped yourself at that point in your train of thought, for the two you knew out of the four so far were violent criminals, and this one could be no different, with his frightening set of teeth. Just what did he do with those teeth? Eat raw meat?

“I’m, uh. Um. Nice to meet…you?” Everything you were saying today was so intelligent.

He grinned at you. “I see you met Jeff, at least. And two others, I believe, from what I hear,” he says lowly, almost as if out of consideration for your situation, so that the other three wouldn’t catch onto your position. As you were about to run from him out of reflex, you know, as people usually do when they meet someone creepy right after a scary encounter with crazed murderers, he said, “Don’t worry. I’m not here to get you killed. It’d be nice if we could talk. Been here a while with no company except Jeff to sneer in my face that he’s gonna take the bodies of his victims and toss them into a pile where I can’t take their kidneys,” he sighs.

Kidneys?

“Are you… a cannibal or something?” You asked cautiously.

He rewarded you with another grin. “That would imply that I eat others of my own species,” he answered. “So I suppose I used to be a cannibal.”

Amazing. On top of being a cannibal, he was deluded into thinking that he wasn’t human. Though, if he wasn’t human, it would also explain the fact that he had no eyes. On another note, you had no idea what to say in response. You very timidly asked, “Do they…taste good?”

EJ roared with laughter. “Oh, yeah. Sometimes they taste like nothing, sometimes they taste amazing. Depends on how hungry I am,” he said as he shrugged.

Ten seconds of silence passed as you thought hard about what to say next to a delusional, crazed murder-cannibal. Then you swore you heard thundering footsteps. They were getting closer.

They were getting closer.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what EJ did, with his uproarious laughter. And he knew it, too, judging by the smirk on his face.

“Over here!” He hollered.

“YEAH, I FUCKING KNOW,” came Jeff’s distant reply.

Your brows twisted, and you did the first thing that came to mind: run.

But today, your collar was being tortured, as EJ’s surprisingly slender arm passed through the stupidly wide gaps between the bars (why were they so far apart? That’s some horrible security measure.) to grab the collar of your uniform, tugging you back, lest you be choked to death. And he pulled you back hard, judging from how hard your body slammed against the door.

You wanted to cry. You wondered what would happen to you now that you’d angered two, no, three madmen, one of whom was especially deranged. WhatthefuckdoIdowhatthefuckdoIdo—

To your horror, but just as expected, the three men caught up to you. In what you realized would be your last moments, you thought it pretty funny that three man were barreling straight at you in hospital gowns.

You cringed and expected impact.

The hand holding your collar began to vibrate, almost as if shaking and straining against some force. Cautiously, you cracked your eyes open to peek.

EJ’s gray hands were the only thing stopping Jeff’s fist from hitting you in the face.

“Hey, man,” growled Jeff. “Whatcha gonna do next, friendly fire? From inside that door?”

The noise that ripped itself from EJ’s throat next could only be described as inhuman. “I want her kidneys.”

Jeff was rendered speechless. “Dude, you can just have her kidneys AFTER I kill her, okay?”

“No,” insisted EJ childishly. “I wanna eat her alive.”

You whimpered. You had no idea what was going on, you had no idea what was going to happen, and you had no idea when he was going to eat you alive.

I’m gonna die as food to a cannibal.

“Please,” you begged, seeing it as your last resort. “I’ll do anything, anything, just keep me alive and in one piece. Please.”

Jeff seemed to pause and think, making a whole show of it by tilting his head to the side and looking diagonally upwards, even letting out an exaggerated “hmmmm”. Then he snorted. “Nah, just kidding.” He brought his hand up again to strike, when EJ roared, an inhumanly loud sound that had your hands snapping up to protect your ears, as well as Masky and Brian, was it? Only Jeff seemed unaffected.

“Jeez. You fallin’ for her or somethin’?” Scoffed Jeff. “Do whatever. Me, personally, I think I’ll go free Toby so Slendy won’t kill me for leaving his precious proxy behind or whatever, and then,” he got way too close to your face for your own comfort, “I’m gonna massacre your whole village, and I’ll drag you along so you can watch,” he cackled.

You could only describe your current impression of him as the evil witch from Snow White.

“I don’t know them,” you said intelligently.

Apparently, it really was intelligent of you. Jeff went silent for a bit.

“What.”

“Yeah, I don’t know them. Moved here two weeks ago, never talked to any of them,” you lied, trying to prolong your lifespan of about 30 seconds.

The man behind Masky—Brian—scoffed. “Can you just kill her, let EJ eat her and fucking free Toby already? You’re all so fucking childish, fighting over who gets to kill whom.”

You knew you were fucked.

lowkey i am ashamed of my writing abilities (or more precisely, lack thereof) and of how this chapter was written. if i could i'd rewrite.)

chapter 3 is out.

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