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Nighttime Visit

Eyeless Jack X Reader

Insomnia was a cruel and fickle being that dug its claws tightly into its victim to refused to ever let go, or, at least, that's what (Name) thought about it. Tossing and turning almost the entire night, they ended up turned onto their opposite side for probably the millionth time that night and (Name) found themself staring out their darkened bedroom window with bored and unfocused eyes - not that they could see anything beyond a foot or two of blackness, of course. Though nothing beyond the dark glass really interested them either, just two slowly flickering streetlights that seem too bright for how far they were and a never ending black sky that seemed so dark that it almost swallowed the stars and moon entirely.

They hated it.

No matter how hard (Name) tried to let the dark and vague images lull them into a sense of sleep, the uninteresting world outside the windows never seem to help them sleep even though their, eccentric, mother always insisted that it would. Sometimes it seemed as if their mother gave them useless advice on purpose, or maybe that was (Name) just taking their anger out on their mother since the advice never seemed to work, either way, (Name) was still awake and was going on a second night without sleep.

Hell, in this whole week total they got about four hours of sleep and, though (Name) didn't have to worry about physical school since they did school online, it was still a problem.

Especially when their mother didn't really understand what the problem was - though (Name) themself couldn’t tell if the woman was genuine or if she was simply trying to stress (Name) as if it would help in some twisted way.

Letting out a sigh, (Name) decided that they were done laying fruitlessly in bed for no reason and sat up to glance at the digital clock on their mostly bare nightstand - the only other object on it being a lamp that was far too bright for just a desk lamp - seeing that the blinking clock face said 2:30 AM they sighed and contemplated laying back down. Their mother and brother would be up in a few hours to get ready for work and college, and though (Name) should’ve been able to 'sleep' as long as they got their school work done for the day, their mother thought otherwise - ‘waking’ them up before she went to work and checking every hour to make sure they stayed awake, and then had the audacity to like (Name’s) insomnia was just them being difficult.

With another drawn out sigh, (Name) slowly dragged themself out of bed, and grumbled slightly when warm bare feet touched the freezing cold wooden floor of their dark bedroom. Actually they started grumbling when they had to kick their blanket off their warm bare shoulders and bare legs, instantly shivering when the freezing house air hit their open skin. Of all the places to wear short shorts and a tang top to bed, a house where the matriarch kept the AC at the temperature of ‘the beginning of a deadly winter storm’ is not one of them.

Glancing at the clock again, seeing ten minutes had already passed, (Name) felt their lips twitch into a bemused smile, 'Nearly the witching hour.' They mentally mocked, trudging past their nightstand and out their ice-cold room into the even colder hallway in a search for their sudden craving of something cold and sweet.

It was pitch black in the house, the pale and cloudy moonlight barely helping illuminate any part of the darkness in the halls, but (Name) knew that if they were to turn on any of the blindingly bright lights it would be too much and wake their older brother who mostly slept in the living room despite having his own bedroom. Quietly creeping into the kitchen, (Name) pulled out a small glass, milk, and a jar honey, and, as quietly as they could, mixed the honey and milk together. When they finished their drink, after mixing the honey and milk together so intensely they’re exhausted, and gently setting the glass in the sink (Name) made their way back upstairs - though not before they snatched a curled up Selina, a pure black cat their family adopted years ago, to come be trapped in their room with them.

After awkwardly crawling back into their bed, and placing Selina on one of their many extra pillows, (Name) couldn't shake the feeling that something was off - even Selina seemed oddly tense and ornery - but, with a shrug, (Name) ignored it the best they could and lad back down on their bed, face to the window. They were pleasantly surprised to find that the two streetlights that normally annoyed them throughout the night were now off, and the pitch black sky seemed more like a void in deep blue - most likely from a storm possibly approaching. It was oddly comforting, in a way, the deepness of navy blue and finally (Name) felt their eyes droop.

Sleep finally consuming them.

It was hour later that (Name) woke up, not from Insomnia clawing its way into their mind but rather from Selina pouncing onto them with a loud screeching hiss. With a startled gasp (Name) snapped their eyes open, to glare at Selina, but found themselves staring at a masked figure straddling their legs instead. The masked figure was wearing a thick black hoodie, and a matching black pair of pants, with muddy black boots leaving streaks of dirt on (Name)’s blanket - really they just reminded (Name) of a majority of their friends in the way they dressed, but (Name) was sure that none of their friends would sneak into their home at night even as a playful attempt to scare (Name), and they were even more sure they had locked all their windows before bed.

Despite the fact the black clothed teen wore a mask, a deep navy blue one with wide black eye holes dripping a thick dark liquid - (Name)’s own mind chastising them about their previous thoughts on the dark blue ‘sky’ they had assumed been outside their window and asking why they didn’t think anything was wrong - they seemed just as startled as (Name), like the strange teen hadn’t expected them to awaken or as if they shouldn't have woken up at all.

Before they could let out a scream, the masked teen quickly slapped their gloved hand - something cold and mechanical in (Name)’s head telling them that the teen had every inch of skin covered for a reason - over their mouth and nose, their other hand dropping something onto the bed and holding (Name)’s wrist in an iron grip when they tried to hit him. (Name) tried to free their other hand, which was pinned under the other teens knee, when they felt their ears pop from how hard they were struggling but the teen wouldn't move, barely even budging, and (Name) was startling feel their lungs and head ache.

(Name) wasn't sure how long the teen had held them down, darkness slinking into their vision as their head quickly became lighter, and lighter, and the world slowly started to look a little more surreal, sharpening and twisting finely. They couldn't struggle, well physically they could, but with the lack of oxygen, and the tiredness (Name) already felt, they wouldn't be able to do anything for much longer. Just when they were about to black out, (Name) felt the teen let go and slide off them, seemingly for no reason at all. Then the confusing teen, whoever the stranger truly was, kindly or maybe it was meant as mocking gently pulled (Name's) blanket, which had gotten kicked off in the struggle, back over their freezing body - even going as far as to tuck (Name) in, albeit rather awkwardly.

Barely focusing as they slipped into harsh unconsciousness, (Name) turned their head to the side to follow the teens movements with all the strength they could manage, but found themselves horrified when the teen started to leave (Name)’s room - fear gripping their heart when, since they didn’t shut thee door behind them, the teen headed in the direction of the stairs and (Name) found they could even muster up the energy to move their body. Which either meant they were going to their mothers room or to the first floor where their brother was sleeping, and no matter how hard they tried, (Name's) voice only came out as a hoarse but pleading whisper as they finally succumbed to forced sleep.

Their dreams were plagued with terror that night, their imagination active and running wild at what the masked teen was doing - anything ranging from killing their mother to kidnapping their brother, or vice versa. They didn't want to be negative, the teen had only knocked them out really, but (Name) was what many would call an optimistic pessimist, and the ear piercing scream from their brother that woke them up, did little to ease their nerves, and they felt panic settle in their gut when they could only sluggishly make their way downstairs.

Seeing the stitched up wound on his lower left side made (Name) want to cry, guilt resting itself on their heart like a heavy burden.

Within an hour, (Name), their mother, and their brother all sat anxiously in a hospital room, their brother constantly fiddling with the IV in his arm as they all waited for the doctor to return. (Name) couldn't help but think it was all their fault, whatever the masked teen did to their older brother was suppose to happen to them, but (Name) waking up had made them stop. Within minutes the doctor entered, and (Name) felt their unease flare even more at the worried and bewildered look on the doctors face, guilt and fear sitting sharply in their stomach as if the whole thing was their fault..

"Mrs. (Last Name), it...” The doctor started as if unsure how to break the news, but then continued with, “It appears Mr. (Brother) has had his left kidney surgically removed - the chance of infection is low and there appears to be no health complications but we are unsure as to..." And (Name) tuned the man out, heart skipping a beat within them - the teen had removed their brother's kidney, and (Name) wasn’t even sure if that horrible scenario popped into their head or not. They felt the muscles in their left side twitch, as if telling them they should've been the one with one less kidney, and, filled with guilt, they met their startled brothers eyes.

"I'm sorry." (Name) said quietly, glancing down at their shaking hands, trying to ignore the burning stares of their mother and brother.

"(Name)?" Their brother quietly prodded, and (Name) felt guilt sink into them even further at his confused and worried look.

"There was this person in my room last night - I don't know who they were, they wore a mask - but I woke before they could... Steal my kidney I guess? And - and they covered my nose and mouth, and I couldn't scream, and they went after yours instead, and I am so sorry." (Name) rambled, vision blurring from the warm tears dripping down their face, and they found themselves unable to look up and see what sort of looks their family was giving them.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's not your fault." Their brother said with a shaky smile, their mother snaking a hand around (Name) as if to comfort them, but (Name) couldn't shake the guilt away and only felt guiltier at the two comforting them when their brother was the one missing a kidney.

Later that day, when (Name) was stress cleaning to keep themselves busy with something while their mother was filing a report at the police station, they stumbled across a gifted wrapped box that had been left on the back porch.

Inside was half a kidney looking as if it had been partially eaten, covered in a dark liquid that reminded (Name) of the same viscous black ‘tears’ that had been on the strange teens mask.

(Name) felt bile rise in their throat at what the half-eaten kidney implied, calling their mother to inform her about the discovery, but only their brother saw the bright side, saying, “Hey! At least we found it, right?” when told about the ‘gift.’

The thing that terrified (Name) the most was the specific location of where the gift was on the back porch - it would have only been seen from their bedroom window if they hadn’t gone out to sweep leaves off the back patio.

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta #dark romance

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The First Occurrence is a Nightmare

Jeff the Killer X Reader

What started off as a normal day, quickly ended in a complete mess of otherworldly fuckery, and no, (Name) was not joking, though some part of them mind was hoping that this day was just a really long dream. Though they were never that lucky with anything in their life and this was going to be a prime example of that.

Side-stepping a large pile of, god, they didn't even know - it was just a mess of pink and blue glittery goo that had a high possibility of staining the hall's white tiled floor, and (Name) couldn’t help but hate their fellow classmates just a little more. At least a little more than they usually hated those outside their small circle of friends and acquaintances.

It was April Fool's day at their high school and the Seniors were going all out, much to the dismay of their teachers and their fellow classmates - hell, teachers had even ended classes early to allow most of the Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors to leave but practically trapping those who had to wait for the buses.

Which (Name) was one of, of course, since their luck was so amazing.

This meant (Name) was stuck in a school full of borderline chaotically insane seniors, who had free range over the entire place and barely any restrictions, and creating a mess so big the whole school probably wouldn’t have school the next day - and they couldn’t even escape it. Trapped to the seniors pranks like the unfortunate teachers who stayed behind because it was their job and not because they actually cared about the students still at school.

Though (Name) didn’t really blame them considering what mess the seniors had made within three hours of a normal school day starting.

Walking down an eerily empty hallway, semi-destroyed with balloons that had been filled with paint and some sort of hair removing foam, a very soft whisper yell of "(Name)!" met their ears. (Name) felt their eyebrows hit their hairline and quickly glanced around the hall - they hadn’t been known by many people at school, mostly sticking to their social circle and not really dabbling in any others, and the certain hall they were walking in was normally avoided by most students.

More so now that eighty-five percent of the students weren’t even at the school currently.

"(Name)!!" Their whisper-yelled name is repeated - and now that they heard it a bit louder, though still faint, (Name) was certain they knew whoever the voice belonged too and considering their friend group consisted of three people... Well it was easy to figure out who, specifically, it was.

"(Nickname)!!" (Name) felt their eyes roll involuntarily as they glanced around for their friend, who they finally spotted leaning out of a nearby empty classroom motioning to them with fervor panic.

"(Nickname)! Hurry, before the seniors catch your scent!" Josephina, (Name's) more eccentric friend, whisper yelled to them while dramatically glancing around for other students like just mentioning the would summon the seniors on them.

As if the seniors were sharks scenting blood, or something, honestly (Name) didn’t know how their friends could come up with some of their ideas or why (Name) understood them the way they did.

With a drawn out sigh, and another roll of their eyes but in a fond way, (Name) let themself be dragged into the classroom by a hyper Josephina and though they had previously assumed the classroom had been empty, the five other teenagers lazing about proved them wrong. Sparing a quick glance at the others faces, (Name) realized they only knew one other person, Len, who was a mutual friend to both Josephina and them - he was also wearing a rather disconcerting grin that (Name) knew meant trouble, or was the precursor to some ungodly and unholy coffee and energy drink mixture he liked to spring on his friends as an act of friendly warfare.

Len said it was a form of, platonic, love but (Name) called bullshit - half the time the drinks were curdling in his thermos, and friends wouldn’t make friends drink such a monstrosity unless they wanted to commit a war crime against them.

"(Name)! Wanna join us, we're about to read some creepy web stories." He stated, waving his phone in front of them as if they could read it from the other side of the room, or like the action would entice (Name) further into the room to pique their curiosity about whatever messily written tales he undoubted found.

(Name) shrugged since horror never really got to them like it did to most others, they were just so desensitized to it, and made their way towards their brightly grinning friend. Josephina, though (Name) wasn't sure when she had left their side, was squished in between Len and another student that (Name) probably wasn't even going to talk too after this, and was peering over Len's shoulder - completely entranced by whatever she was reading. Which, knowing Josephina, could be anything from someone getting maimed to a picture of a fluffy dog or a ‘cool’ pasta recipe, so it didn't tell (Name) much.

"There's nothing cool! Bunch of whiny ‘I killed the mean girl that didn’t like my hair because I’m not like other kids’ killers and obviously ripped from a movie stuff but nothing that stands out or, is like, super spooky." Josephina whined, as (Name) finally sat in the odd semi-circle the group had decided to sit in - they would all be doomed if a senior appeared and threw something in the middle of them, no one coming out unscathed, but no one really seemed to care at this point during the school day.

The stress of dodging the seniors so much already had probably tired everyone out - (Name) knew that they were exhausted of it already, praying constantly that the buses would arrive and they could go home and sleep the weekend away.

"We could read news reports about uncaught killers?" The other boy, the one that Josephina was squished between, quietly muttered, and (Name) momentarily pitied him as everyone’s attention shifted onto him.

"Sure, why not - I'm down for that, anyone else?" And, after quick round of 'I don't care's' and 'whatever's', Len typed furiously away on his phone before making an 'aha' sound.

"So there’s like, a lot of unsolved cases around us where the killer hadn’t been caught or they escaped police custody. Which type do you guys want to read?" Len asked, and another round of 'I don't care's' met him, making (Name)’s friend frown - pout - deeply, "Wow, helpful guys. Real helpful."

(Name) mostly tuned them out, opting to instead look at various incomprehensible memes on tumblr as Len read out loud about some uncaught serial killer with black hair, pale skin, lidless eyes, and a Cheshire like grin - who honestly sounded like the Gothic version of Joker from the Batman comics. Seriously, who would find that scary anyway? (Name) surely didn't, and from the bored look on their friends faces, and their friends faces, they knew they weren't scared either, though the next case about a mysterious figure living in the woods and luring teens away after gruesome feats of violence did catch (Name)’s attention but only for a moment.

And it seemed the others found it far more interesting and scary then the teenage joker wannabe that eluded police custody...

What had Len said the teen’s name was? Jeff? Gene? Something with a Juh sound for a first name. Minutely, (Name) wondered why the teen had started to kill people anyway, but didn’t care much to fully ponder or wonder why - who knows, maybe the teen killer lost a riveting round of an online game and decided to go on a killing spree like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Though... That wouldn’t explain the way the joker wannabe looked.... Whatever.

"Will all students that ride bus 8-3-7 please report to the bus ramp? The bus will be here shortly." Screeched Mrs. Gregory, the school's vice principal, over the intercom, startling many of the students in their weird semi-circle from the loud and sharp static-y sound. The sound of the elderly vice principal’s voice far more frightening than the unsolved cases and ‘disturbing’ news reports from around their small town - though, the fact their town had way more cold cases and unsolved murders than they originally assumed had been a slightly horrifying thing to learn.

"Ah, that's my bus. Gotta go guys." (Name) said nonchalantly, not even minding that their two friends, and their friends seemed too engrossed in something called a 'smile dog' reported about by a no-longer-among-the-living reporter to notice them leave.

To be honest, (Name) wasn’t even offended.

They'd rather prefer the quiet walk down to the bus ramp than a loud mess of 'who has a more interesting conversation starter than who' that Josephine and Len would immediately devolve into, and they’re thankful to get to their bus without running into any traps left behind by the seniors or any seniors at all. The ride home, like always, was slow, loud, and tedious, and (Name) made sure to keep their music deafening in their ears while their gaze stayed angled out the window, as not to draw attention to themselves from the few other students that lived around the same neighborhood they did.

Briefly, a fleeting thought really, (Name) wondered if their parents were home early but quickly shot themself down - it felt as if their parents practically avoided them with how often they stayed to work late the last few months, and using same old excuse each time didn’t help either.

Hopping quickly off the bus, (Name) darted inside their home and slid their grey backpack under the dining room table as they went - since they’d do their homework on the bus come Monday, they didn't feel like doing it on the weekend when they finally had time for whatever they wanted. Grabbing a bag of sour candy and an ice-cold can of soda from the fridge, (Name) plopped down onto the living rooms couch while flipping through the many channels on T.V though none really ended up interesting them. After a good hour of searching for something to watch (Name) settled for a horror movie channel when their eyes began to droop, exhaustion from the stressful day at school catching up to them, and since both the front door and back door were locked and their parents wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours.

(Name) decided it was okay to take a nap.

Especially since their parents weren’t home to chastise them for taking a nap so early in the afternoon when they’d need to fall asleep during the night.

It wasn't until it was close to midnight that (Name) woke up to the sharp and odd sensation of being watched - which should have had warning bells going off in their head but they decided, for the first time in a while, to ignore their instincts - and sleepily stumbled their way into the kitchen and throw away their empty bag of candy.

It was the first horrible mistake in a series of terrible events.

As soon as (Name) stepped into the kitchen something, or more likely someone, fisted hands in their hair and slammed their head into the grey granite counter of the kitchens island. Disoriented, and sure they were bleeding, (Name) tried to retaliate by blindly kicking at whoever their attacker was and, in a stroke of luck, was able to kick them in leg - which forced the attacker to let (Name) go and almost escape.

But, just as (Name) began to get their blurry vision back to normal and swallow down bile trying to climb up their throat, they were tackled harshly to the ground and the force stripped all the air from their lungs.

Straddling them with a manic grin a black haired teen loomed over (Name), his skin leathery and pale white, and his eyes unnaturally wide open and blood shot - (Name) couldn't think of anything far more menacing then the teen on top of them, and the fear of such a person made their heart race and pound so hard it hurt. (Name) gasped, both out of fright and for the air in which their lungs had been just previously devoid of, and realized a split second too late that that had been a mistake as the teen quickly gripped his hands around (Name)’s throat.

Successfully cutting off their air supply.

It was a desperate attempt to save themself that had (Name) violently kneeing their captor in the back and kicking wildly at the teen’s crotch when he flinched enough at the pain to give (Name) space to move their leg between them and the attacker, scrambling away until (Name) can get back to their feet and dart to the front door, not even aware of the pain throbbing in their... Well, almost everything.

Upon seeing their parents pull into the driveway through the window next to the front door, (Name) threw themselves into the living room and grasped blindly for a weapon that could distract the teen boy enough to let (Name) escape fully -hands wrapping around their half-finished can of soda and their eyes flicking towards their backpack under the dining room table, not even thinking before they flung the can at the teens face and bolting to their bag. The teen let out an angrily startled and pained shout when flat soda gets into his lidless eyes, and that’s all (Name) needs to spur them to throw their, probably, twenty pound backpack right at the teens head.

Successfully stunning the teen, at least (Name) assumed with how many profanities he was yelling, they ripped open their front door and threw themselves into their parents car - a mangled yell of pain and fear leaving their throat as (Name) locked the cars door and tried to beg, with a slur, for their parents to drive away. Still high on panic and adrenaline, (Name) looked up and could plainly see the pale face of their attacker glaring at them from the wide open front door, but finally lucky - for once - their parents saw the teen too and they quickly pulled away from their house to head to the hospital.

Not that (Name) could fathom why their parents were taking them there of all places - surely a police department would’ve been the better choice, but whatever got them away from their attacker was fine with (Name).

"(Name),” Their mother said sharply, and loudly, “Baby, are you alright?" She continued with worriedly, and (Name) finally realized that the throbbing pain in their side wasn't from a bruise like they had originally, subconsciously, thought but instead a knife that the teen had buried deep in their side, “Can you focus on me, baby? (Name)!?”

Even when the pain grew to unbearable lengths as shock slowly wore off, they just shakily nodded, though time had passed when they weren’t paying attention and their mother was now on the phone yelling at someone, and found their mind drawn back to their deranged attack-

(Name) tuned them out, opting to instead look at various incomprehensible memes on tumblr as Len read out loud about some uncaught serial killer with black hair, pale skin, lidless eyes, and a Cheshire like grin.

And, oh...

As the brightly lit 'St. Kingston' hospital came into view, it did little to ease the gut wrenching feeling sitting in (Name's) stomach or the horrible pain pulsing in their side.

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta #its got 1000 more words now #nice

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Update for those following

So, I said before I didn’t have a schedule planned but that I was going to be active again now personal things have calmed down...

But now I have a schedule!

I will post, definitely, every Wednesday and might have a few more things posted infrequently on other days!

Currently, I have Slenderman’s Part 2 planned for next week and Jeff the Killer’s redo planned for Friday, followed by Eyeless Jack’s redo planned for this Sunday - my plans, though not as cemented as the things previous, include a small story for Hoodie, a part two for Jeff and Eyeless Jack, and redoing my Masky short story.

I have ideas to do Ticci Toby and BEN Drowned but they aren’t as solid as other ideas so we’ll see - besides that, I’m free to suggestions (as long as they aren’t, like, very detailed and specific ones then I won’t be doing them) or commissions whenever I get that working correctly

#Katt says stuff #Katt answers #Katt updates #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta

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A First Meeting

Slender Man X Reader

(Name) was by no means an idiot, they knew that walking alone at night wasn't the safest thing to do, especially when they had to pass a haunted forest - well, a supposedly haunted forest where over seven people had, in fact, wandered inside and had never been seen again. But with the only bus in their small town out of order, their family out of town, and no car to their name, well, they didn’t have any other choice but to walk home unless they wanted to hitch a ride with a co-worker who didn’t live anywhere near them and be even further from their house than if they had just walked in the first place.

Well, the walk wouldn’t take too long - thankfully - maybe thirty or forty-five minutes depending on their speed, so they didn’t need to spend the whole night side-by-side with a nightmare inducing forest.

Suppressing a shudder as they passed under a tree branch, that seemed to reach over the forest's chain-link fence and grab at whoever dared walk under it, (Name) stared into the darkened forest and swore they saw a shadow deep into the forest move despite it not seeming possible. Their already frazzled nerves becoming even more ruffled at the tricks the forest must be playing on their eyes - there was no way something as tall as the trees could be moving deep in the forest, right? That was too much of a horror cliché to be any else than their mind just being frightened and running wild with their own creativity.

A cold breeze made (Name) pull their light grey sweater closer to them, trying to seek warmth from the chilling autumn air, and they relaxed a little when colorful autumn leaves flew past them in a playful swirl, but the relief was brief when (Name) realized that someone was walking behind them almost out of nowhere.

Turning their headphones down to silent - since who would make an hour long walk home in complete silence when they had headphones and a phone - (Name) held their breath and listened, feeling uncomfortable at the two people that were behind them even though they didn’t know if they should even be worried or not. They could barely hear what they were saying, but (Name) could easily tell they were male by the sound of their lowly hushed voices, that fact alone made (Name)’s heart rush with fear.

Was that rude? To assume that two men walking behind them in the middle of the night might have bad intentions, especially if they were keeping themselves quiet and almost out of their line of sight?

(Name) didn't really care. All those unsolved and cold cases from podcasts they were forced to listen to by family and friends suddenly popping into their head, and vicious visions of (Name) joining the poor women or men who had never been seen again - their face plastered on a missing persons poster no one cared to read, and a news report buried under more important things.

"Dude, they won't hear us if we come up behind 'em." The first one, with a deep masculine voice, said. Too gleeful to be anything close to a random passerby worried they might frighten someone or even anyone with intentions innocent and kind.

"We can ditch them in the woods when we're done - there aren’t even any cameras nearby or nothing." The higher pitched one said, and (Name) felt their heart drop into their stomach at the sudden realization of what their words meant.

Panicked mind working in overdrive, (Name) struggled to plan what they could do next without looking like they had caught on to the men’s plan. Thankful their headphones were the type to cover their ears entirely instead of just being placed inside them, helping (Name)’s cover of totally not about panic.

They could take off in a run, maybe even lose both men, but (Name) never really had good stamina, or, and this was the worst possible choice, (Name) could change their route and go into the forest - it would cut down their time on getting home, and they might possibly lose the two men following them but the more likely scenario was that they might also get lost in the vast woods or the men would just go in after them... And then their body would most likely never be found, left to rot as another corpse hidden deep in the woods.

But what choice did they have? Lead two men with bad intentions to their home when no one else was there or possible lose them in the woods - one sounded better than the other.

When the large gate connected to the chain-link fence blocking the forest from the sidewalk came into view (Name) made their choice, a very stupid one but a choice none the less.

"Shit." (Name) heard one shout as they bolted into the dark woods, flinching as they felt large thorny bushes snag at their sweater and pants, and the two men cursed loudly as the same happened to them - (Name)’s pulse jumping into an allegro rhythm at the bleak horror of knowing the men were following them.

“This motherfucker!” The deeper voiced male growled out, and at the split second (Name) glanced back to see how far behind them their two pursuers were -

They tripped.

They tripped like a goddamn damsel in distress in any horror movie ever over nothing but their own fear and stupid decisions. Soon to be the first kill to cold open a movie about idiots making dumb choices and dying like they deserved from them.

With a pained startled yelp, (Name) went down in a mess of limbs and torn clothing and panic, and, with a speed they weren’t aware they were able to go, rolled onto their back and kicked-crawled backwards. Why they hadn’t just gotten to their feet and tried to run, well, panic made for some horrible decision making and the ground was uneven enough (Name) wouldn’t have regained their distance even if they tried.

The two men, who they had almost lost, seemed to pick up speed when they spotted (Name)’s downed figure. Their matching sinister grins made (Name’s) poor heart sink until they could feel it pounding wildly in their ankles and attempting to escape through their feet.

(Name) knew they couldn’t outrun the men now, their only hope was to crawl backward until maybe - maybe someone came to help them, or some other predator in the woods put them out of their misery before the men could get their hands on them.

The feeling of someone’s pant leg meeting their back made (Name) freeze in place, a terrifying and imaginative thought of a killer living in the woods just half a block away from their house inserting itself into their mind and causing their already pounding heart to speed up once more. Their panic and fear supercharging when the two men freeze in place a few yards away from them, both looking a little too high up with wide frightened eyes at the unseen horror (Name) had their back against - which did little to help (Name’s) pounding heart or soften the fear gripping their lungs so tight it was hard to breath.

“And if it is a killer?” Their mind calmly asked as white noise played in the back of their skull, their own voice strange and flat and unfamiliar as it echoed in their ears despite it not being said out loud.

“I’d rather die at the hands of a killer that lives in the woods than let these two men do what they want to me.” (Name) answered truthfully as the leg their back was pressed against shifted, the two men staring at whatever owned it paling so sharply it was like someone erased all the color from their skin, and their voice, though (Name) now knew it wasn’t themselves using it, chuckled lowly in the dark corners of their mind like something demented buried deep inside.

“Go, young one, I will... Deal with these nuisances.” And it wasn’t their voice they heard talking to them in the back of their mind this time, but a deeply baritone male voice that seemed intertwined with the ever-growing static ringing in their ears - a voice that seemed to reach into their core and make (Name) nod their head numbly, scrambling to stand and stumble towards the path they knew would lead them home.

And though they were desperately making their way home, (Name) only started to run when they heard the men start screaming, the strong smell of salty iron making their head spin as it chased after them, or was it the deep chuckling and static still gripping at their mind that was doing that?

(Name) couldn’t really tell, and they didn’t think they had the heart or nerve to find out.

With one last, terrified, glance back at the darkened forest (Name) could barely make out a unearthly pale white and blank face watching them, and, though there were no eyes or mouth or even nose, as (Name) clumsily made their way past the iron fence and down the road to their home - they couldn’t help but feel it was amused by them.

Couldn’t help but feel like their nightmare wasn’t done yet.

#slenderman #slender #slenderman x reader #slenderman x y/n #slender man x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #dark romance #its double the size now #what the hell #i will post on Wednesday the best I can #this is a redo of my other one

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 2 years

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Hello! Katt here!

An update for anyone interested in the second part of this or any of my future installments - I am redoing them! Or, at least, adding to and redoing parts I don’t particularly like and making them more gender-neutral since my attention span won’t let me do specific ‘X Male!Reader’, and ‘X Non-binary!Reader’ like I originally planned.

But, due to personal reasons, I was busy with things and was unable to have enough energy or interest to really write anything for this blog but I’m back and my interest has been revived!

(Though I have no schedule planned yet, and I also plan to write for a few more things than just Creepypasta but I don’t know when that will be.)

First Meeting - Slender

Slender Man X (Female) Reader

(Name) was by no means an idiot, she knew that walking alone at night wasn’t the safest thing to do, especially when she had to pass a haunted forest, well, a supposedly haunted forest where over seven people had, in fact, gone missing in.

Suppressing a shudder as she passed under a tree branch that seemed to reach over the forest’s chain-link fence to grab at whoever dared walk past it, (Name) stared into the darkened forest, swearing she saw a shadow deep in move. A cold breeze made (Name) pull her light sweater closer to her, and relax a little when colorful autumn leaves flew past her, but the relief was brief when (Name) realized that someone was walking behind her.

Turning her music down to silent, (Name) held her breath and listened, at least two people were behind her. She could barely hear what they were saying, but she could easily tell they were male by the sound of their hushed voices, that fact alone made her heart rush with fear. Was that rude? To assume that two men walking behind her in the middle of the night might have bad intentions, (Name) didn’t really care.

“Dude, she won’t hear us if we come up behind her.” The one with the deep voice said.

“We can ditch her in the woods when we’re done.” The higher pitched one said, and (Name) felt her heart drop to her stomach.

She could take off in a run, maybe even lose them, but (Name) never really had good stamina, or, and this was the worst possible choice, she could change her route and go through the forest, it would cut down her time on getting home, and she might lose the two men following her but she might also get lost, or they would just go in after her and then her body would never be found.

When the large metal gate connected to the fence came into view, (Name) made her choice, a very stupid one but a choice none the less.

"Shit.“ (Name) heard one shout as she bolted into the dark woods, she could feel the large thorny bushes snag at her clothes, and the two men cursed loudly as the same happened to them.

“This bitch!” The deeper voiced male growled out, and at the split second (Name) glanced back to see how far behind her her two pursuers were, she tripped.

With a startled yelp, (Name) went down, and with a speed she wasn’t aware she was able to go, rolled onto her back and crawled backwards. The two men, who she had almost lost, seemed to pick up speed when they spotted her downed figure. Their matching sinister grins made (Name’s) poor heart sink until she could feel it pounding in her ankles. She knew she couldn’t outrun them now, her only hope was to crawl backward until maybe, maybe someone came to help her.

The feeling of someone’s pant leg meeting her back, made (Name) freeze, a terrifying and imaginative thought of a killer living in the woods just half a block away from her house inserting itself into her mind causing her already pounding heart to speed up once more. The two men froze as they stood a few yards away from her, both looking a little too high up with wide frightened eyes to the unseen horror (Name) had her back against, which did little to help (Name’s) pounding heart.

“And if it is a killer?” Her mind calmly asked as white noise played in the back of her head.

“I’d rather die at the hands of a murderer than let these two men do what they want to me.” (Name) answered truthfully, the leg her back was pressed against shifted, the two men staring at whatever owned it paled, and her voice, though (Name) now knew it wasn’t her using it, chuckled darkly in the back of her mind.

“Go little one, I will… Deal with these nuisances.” It wasn’t her voice she heard talking to her in the back of her mind this time, but a deep male voice that seemed intertwined with the ever-growing static, a voice that seemed to reach into her core and make (Name) nod her head numbly, scrambling to stand and stumble towards the path she knew would lead her home. (Name) started to run when she heard the men start screaming, the strong smell of salty iron making her head spin, or was it the deep chuckling and static that was doing that?

(Name) couldn’t really tell.

With one last glance back at the darkened forest, (Name) could barely make out a pale white, blank face watching her, and, though there were no eyes or mouth, as (Name) clumsily made her way down the road to her home, she couldn’t help but feel it was amused by her.

#slender #slenderman #slenderman x reader #slenderman x y/n #creepypasta #slender man #slender man x reader #dark romance #update

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 4 years

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I'm the anon from last night asking about a part two for the Slenderman story. I wanted to apologize, because I didn't read all the way through your blog posts announcing that other stories were being written (as well as part twos). On another note, I want to say that your writing is fantastic! You portray characters so well, and each one feels so unique in their personality! It's really enjoying to see how you show each character in their own light.

Why thank you! That means a lot! It’s been a rough while for me, so I haven’t actually been working on anything for a bit -but! I’m getting back into writing, have been trying for a little while too, so there’ll be a lot more to this blog soon!

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 5 years

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Dahlia, a colorful love best forgotten.

Blue eyes.

Green lies.

Color coded to fit in.

Red lips.

Pink kiss.

Multicolor underskin.

Let you get to me, and I was foolish enough to let you in.

Always saw though me, never noticing I wasn’t meant to win.

And I gave you every piece of me.

And I gave you a heart, I begged not to beat.

I know I’m trapped in a cycle, where love just doesn’t exist.

You left me stranded and helpless, and yet I still don’t resist.

Smile for the camera, even though your hollow inside.

Smile for the camera, and then leave us all behind.

Romance and friendships, easy going with hardships, but don’t forget your weak facade, covered in growing chips.

I guess I’m still a fool.

That I...

Can’t see...

That I...

Should hate you...

#Dahlia #vent poem #Only way i know to get something out of my system is to write it out #does that make me weird?#I need to let go #Romance sucks

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 5 years

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Could i get some slenderman hcs?

Slender-Man, Slender-Man, why are you so hard to write~?

Slender is a mix of a suave gentleman and a tired collage student, as in, deceptively charming when out in public but tired and full of coffee and frustration when at home.

He’s more of an overseer to the young killers than a mentor or father figure, watching over them but never really interacting or interfering unless the killer was near death.

Slender’s fashion sense tends to stick to suits, with various kinds and various colors, but he does have ‘casual wear’, which in actuality is just a loose dress shirt and some slacks.

Despite what everyone thinks, Slender knows modern slang and modern jokes. He just doesn’t like them, or use them, but, yes, he does know what your jokes means and where they came from. He just doesn’t care.

Slender is a bit of a collector, be it people like the sad group of killers that he’s pretty much adopted or items through out history. He has one of the first ever made gramophones in his living room, and has nearly stabbed someone for almost knocking it over.

(He’s not a hoarder, but Slender does have an over abundance of trinkets from around the world, though they all vary from when they bought.)

He’s able and capable of speech, having several ways to do so, but he often pretends he cannot, mostly if he’s annoyed with or doesn’t like the person trying to speak to him.

Though Slender can be very expressive with no face, he’s also eerily calm at times, his anger and annoyance appear more ice cold like it would crawl along the someones spine like a shiver in the middle of winter.

(Actually he’s eerily calm most times, really only showing amusement whenever he’s out ‘on a hunt’, and exasperation when he’s stuck in close proximity to certain people for long periods of time.)

Slender has many hobbies, mostly because he has a lot of free time, but they’re hobbies he’s not often caught doing, except for reading which you cannot catch him not doing.

(These hobbies include reading, gardening, cleaning, and sewing, though these are his more… Innocent hobbies. His more violent ones includes craftwork, and fishing, mostly because he uses victims and their parts for various things.)

(Around his home is a large and flourishing garden, just don’t go digging.)

Since he prefers his peace and quite, he isn’t overly fond of being around Toby or BEN, two killers who need constant noise, but he doesn’t dislike them, though he and Jeff don’t get along for a much different reason.Jeff has a problem with authority, and, though Slender doesn’t take the role of ‘adult’ over the killers living with him often, he’d much prefer it if they’d listen to him and follow the few rules he’s set down.Masky, and Hoodie, though both very bright and brutal killers, seem to have a fondness for silence that Slender can respect, though the way they follow blindly any rule Slender sets up is a bit odd, he doesn’t complain.Young Jane is one of the few killers to, begrudgingly, respect Slender, listening to his rules without fuss, and though Slender doesn’t see her often, he’s thankful for that.Eyeless Jack is one of the few killers he actually prefers to be around, the young man is often quiet and silently reading, much like Slender, and when he does talk, he often tells Slender some new piece of information he didn’t know prior.The young child named Sally who will sometimes stay with Slender is another person Slender prefers to be around, she’s witty and smart for a child, and quick with a comeback. She also, often, is found reading some fantasy book she managed to swipe from someone, which Slender can and will encourage.Kate…. Kate is a special case, a young killer Slender is perpetually stuck with. He doesn’t hate her or dislike her, but he simply wishes she would grow a life of her own instead of waiting patiently behind Slender like his own personal bodyguard.

Any question about his age is met with a low chuckle, and never answered.

(Toby thinks he a few hundred years old, Jeff says Slender’s just, like, 30 or something, and BEN’s sure Slender is a few thousand years old. Slender has neither confirmed nor denied any of their accusations.)

#Katt says stuff #Katt answers #slenderman #slender man #creepypasta #I don’t know why this took me so long #it was like #you said headcanons and my brain went #Nope.#Hope you like it tho!!

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 5 years

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Whose ur fav 🍝

Difficult to say!

I’m torn between saying EJ or Slender, they’re really the only two I could consider my favorites, but but I have to say Masky and Jeff are up there too, followed by, maybe, Lj.

Maybe

Slender

Masky

Jeff

#eyeless jack #slender man #slenderman #laughing jack #masky marble hornets #creepypasta #jeff the killer #Katt says stuff #Katt answers

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katt-writes-some-stuff · 5 years

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Can I ask for general Ticci toby hcs ? And how do you see him

This actually took me a minute to do!Toby is a rather difficult for me to write for or try to portray, while I like him as a character, I do not like writing him.

This is the best I could think of, sorry.

Dementedly cheerful on most occasions, though he switches through emotions faster than the weather changes in Florida due to his Bipolar disorder.

(Toby has a dark sense of humor that he only finds funny, and uses generation z jokes despite it mostly like not being the appropriate time.)

(Most of his jokes about murder or death don’t really seem like jokes, in fact, it’s hard to tell if he’s joking about killing half the time. But if you meet him in the middle of the night, than it’s probably not a joke.)

He’s half-way between a serial killer from an 80′s movie and a ‘quirky yet clumsy’ protagonist from any 90′s kid show ever. Think if Lizzy McGuire was a serial killer from something like scream or Friday the 13th.

Despite being overly loud at most times, when ‘on the hunt’, Toby can become eerily quiet, even hiding himself well until all you can see of him is the occasional reflection of light off his googles, and all you can hear is a soft ticking you can’t quite place.

He’s an honest-to-god cryptid, despite being able to live with Slender-Man and has done so on random occasions, he prefers to camp out in the woods.

(He’ll stop by Slender’s home every few months, startling whatever poor fool happens to be in the kitchen at the time, and then stifle around the fridge like a rabid raccoon before bolting off, not to be seen again until a few months have passed.)

Though Toby doesn’t really have a code of honor, anyone he feels like killing is killed unless they get away, he does tend to avoid children around 8 and younger, and often is more brutal to abusive parents.

(After a bad run in with Sally, a little girl who stays with Slender, Toby decided killing children wasn’t a good idea- They bite. Hard.)

Something sort of secret about him is his love of sweets, many think he just loves waffles but that’s not entirely true, give him anything even remotely sweet and he’ll love it though be prepared for a very hyper Toby since sugar amps him up even more.

Toby is an absolute nightmare to face, especially if he’s in a place he’s intimately familiar with. Expect traps, violent and brutal ones, when he chases after you- And beware his aim, he’s got a freakishly good arm.

Relationship wise, Toby only gets along with a few other killers he knows but not all of them, mainly Jeff and BEN since their dark humor often matches his own.

(Eyeless Jack is easy to get along with if you can follow what he’s saying, but he prefers peace and quiet, two things Toby most certainly are not.Masky and Hoodie are a package deal, locked in a suitcase Toby would need to unpack before even trying to befriend, but he just threw the whole thing away instead. Seriously, they’re too ‘mature’ for his taste.There’s Jane, but that’s a hard no from him. She’s cool, and deceptively twisted, but there’s a whole lot of hate aimed at him and the others that kinda makes it hard to be around her.Kate is the easiest to be around but she doesn’t consider anyone her friend, though Toby doesn’t know this for sure since. She. Never. Talks.)

Toby and Slender’s relationship is odd, to put it plainly, he never acts like Toby’s father, thank god, or father figure and he doesn’t really act like a mentor either. He’s just…. There. Suddenly appearing to steal him away if Toby gets in too much trouble, giving him a slight nod whenever he mentions a well planned kill, even offering Toby a home despite knowing Toby wasn’t going to be around often.

#ticci toby #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #Katt says stuff #Katt answers

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