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Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 10
Watching the killer skeptically you sighed and picked up a stick, using it to poke the fire before you. Why was there a fire you may be asking? Well apparently you both had to wait till midnight for what ever he wanted to show you to happen, and unlike him you weren't one to brace the cold.
“How much longer?” You sighed, looking up from the fire when Smile made his way over and rested his head in your lap. Even the dog was getting tired of waiting so you knew you had been sitting there for a long ass time. You watched as the killer glanced to the sky before turning back to you.
“Half an hour, you can sleep till then if you want.” He mumbled, leaning back against the tree behind him as he spoke. You were a little surprised to hear him offer such a thing, though you weren't going to pass it up.
Lieing down in the grass you sighed and shifted so you were using your arm as a pillow. Just as you were about to go under you fel
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 8
“Nice come back snow owl! That all you got?”
“Big talk, I should have guessed with that big mouth you have! You should really get that looked at.”
“What are you two fighting about now,” Hoodie huffed, walking into the room only to be thrown into the middle of a heated argument between you and the killer.
“This psychopath tried to burn me alive in my own room! Setting my curtains on fire while I was asleep,” you snapped, throwing the boy your side of the story before the killer even had a chance to open his mouth.
“I'm the psychopath? Look who's talking Ms. Throw knives every chance she gets! You nearly took my eye out over a can of tuna!” The killer tried to defend, not wanting to be the one to get in trouble with Slender.
“I threw the knife at you for that because the first snow was yesterday and Lillian and her kittens need the fo
Masky x Reader - Double Life 5
You went as stiff as a board as you heard whatever it was outside your tent sniff around, long blade like objects which you assumed were claws shadowing out along the side of your tent as it threw something of yours to the air before going back and ripping something else, sending what could have been a blood curdling sound threw the air.
You had never been this terrified, all breath hitched in your throat, unable to move, speak, or even blink in fear that if you did any of the listed somehow the creature would know of your presence and do the same to you that it was your belongings.
How you wished someone was there to tell you everything was alright and that it was just a bear, but you didn't think even if God himself cam
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
Masky x Reader - Double Life 2
You hummed happily as you walked into class, not at all to see Masky as far away from your regular seat as he could get. With a smile you bounced over towards him and sat at his side, much to his, what you could assume, was displeasure.
“Why.” He grunted in his bland yet sweet voice, his words having more then one meaning behind them as he picked up a book for in between classes and begun to read, quietly telling you he didn't care what you had to say.
“Well I get lonely sitting all by myself over there! Besides I thought we were friends.” You said in a rather matter- o – fact way causing the boy to quickly turn his gaze on you as he went slightly stiff.
“W-we're friends?” He stuttered as if he had never had friends before, which you knew was near to impossible.
“Well duh Mask, geez, I think that band around your head is cutting off oxygen to your brain.” You muttered, quickly reaching
BEN DROWNEDxReader PesterPt6“I suppose you can call this home for awhile.” BEN says, setting me down near the door, then walks in. My eyes scan the first room finding several large monitors bolted to the wall, the screens are on and flashing different websites, and images. “What is this place?” I ask him staring at one of the screens which says ‘CleverBot.com’ on it. “This is kind of where I live. It’s more of a vacation spot though.” BEN grins, moving some things around on a couch then sits down, patting the spot next to him signaling me to sit as well. So I do. “Are you scared?” I blink looking over at BEN whose head is tilted downwards. “Scared? Of Slenderman?” He nods. “Um…Kind of….he didn’t seem angry towards me….more so bored- if anything.” I shrug, matching his lowered head. “Please don’t be if you are. I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you!” BEN reas
BEN DROWNEDxReader PesterPt3I fall to my knees, gathering the blood soaked Elvin boy into my arms, tearing threatening to pour form my eyes. “BEN….What….Just happened?” I sob, looking down at him. “Don’t be dead you idiot…..” I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders, holding him to my chest. “They’re bigger up close…..” I hear him mumble, so I pull away looking him in the eyes. “W-What….You aren’t…..What was that?” I yell standing to my feet and watch him stand and dust himself off, “Let’s see…..You act like you hate me, so, I played dead so you and I could both see you love me.” He smirks, walking out the door downstairs. I sit on the floor befuddled with what just happen, and stay like that, staring endlessly at the door. Saying I’m mad at him right now would be an understatement.
“You still sitting there moping about? C’mon! Let’s go somew
BEN DROWNEDxReader PesterPt5“__-…..Can-…..-ar me…..?” My eyes crack open but I see nothing but darkness around a pair of red crystal eyes, before they shut again, then repeat several more times hearing BEN’s faint voice through the loud ringing in my ears. “___…..Yo-….ca-…..die…..-n….me! Plea-! I….-ove….-ou! -ease! __-! ___!!” What are you saying to me BEN? I wish I could hear you……
I jolt awake, my (e/c) eyes scan my surroundings, I can see a blue sky with fluffy white clouds that floated by care free, and in a way, relaxed. I felt that too. Relaxed. I lift my hand near my face and gently feel my skin. It wasn’t warm. But it wasn’t cold either. Actually I’m not sure I’m even touching my face. I can’t feel it. I shrug it off and sit up to be met with lush and lively green fields as far as the eye can see. I didn’t question it though. I know where I am.
BEN DROWNEDxReader PesterPt4 BEN’s POV:
I awoke in a cold sweat, breathing in several deep gasps of air. That dream. A nightmare. A nightmare about ___ dieing and me not being able to do a thing. I was trapped in her computer, watching from the screen as someone made off with her life so easily. The gleam of the metal blade and the pure red liquid that slowly dripped off of it….All so real…. I wipe my forehead with a sigh, looking over at the (H/C) haired girl snuggled up into my side, deep in a dream. I carefully shift, not to wake her, and graze a kiss atop her forehead. “Just a dream….” I wrap my arm around her small form, then close my eyes and fall back asleep.
My eyes snap open as I gasp for air. In my dream I couldn’t catch my breath. But now I realize, it’s only BEN rolled on top of me, tightly hugging and drooling on me. I struggle under the blond male, pushing him off, then take a large heave of air. “Good mo
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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