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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 30: “Letters Written In Blood.”

Day 30: -Nina The Killer (Old Ver.) X GN!Reader “I know what this looks like.” x Dear Diary

-I do not own “Nina The Killer” and do not take credit for her.

Trigger Warning(s): Use of feminine nicknames, PTSD, Violence, Darker topics.

The door creaked as your hand came into contact with it. It’d been weeks since you’d been in your home. You didn’t even know if you’d call it home at this point. However, they swore they sanitized every square inch of your place, and it sure as hell smelt like it. The house might have been cleansed, but the memories that once were there stayed there. The memories of what went down still plague your mind: the taunting, the endless hiding, and the blood. The blood was the worst. You could still mentally picture where every splatter was, yet there was no trace of it ever happening if you told yourself three weeks ago that a serial killer would hunt you down. You’d probably laugh and brush it off. Three weeks ago, you’d been warned multiple times on the news to pack up and leave, but you didn’t.

And that’s left you with a tightly worn bandage coating your left arm. You could feel its strain, reminding you exactly why it was there. That's because of your naive outlook on everything. You almost lost your life to the infamous Jeff the Killer. He had a stupid name, yet that same stupid name made you shiver. That name made you want to crawl up into a ball and vanish. You felt vulnerable and alone. Days ago, you had people surrounding you wishing you well, and now you were by yourself in the same position as the day he attacked you. It is crazy how the media will absorb someone’s trauma for a week and glamorize it to the fullest extent. Then, in a good week or two, they’ll drop it faster than a hot pan.

Your arm was itchy under all of the bandages, but you couldn’t itch it due to the stitches. The stitches were trying their best to cover up the four-inch deep stab wound. However, if the press and the media were good at anything. It was pity, and that pity dead-ass paid all your medical bills. The doctors told you to rest easy to allow the wound to recover. But, how could you rest in the same house where it occurred? You inhaled as you tried to relax, taking it all in even with the feeling he’d try to finish the job.

You stood in your living room silently remembering the joy of being lazy on the couch. But, whenever you tried to think of something good, it’d be ruined by his face. The chlorine was almost enough to burn your nose, but you just weren’t focused enough on that. The house was oddly cold and dark. There were no lights on, and only a sliver of sun came in through the windows from the outside. You were just too scared to interact with any of your surroundings, thinking if you made a noise he’d appear. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to once again try to adapt to your house. It’d only be a matter of days before people started knocking on your door for interviews and whatnot. You sat awkwardly on your couch like a kid at a family reunion with no one they knew. You let your shoulders drop as you grabbed the black remote on the coffee table. You turned on your TV, letting your fingers get used to the buttons. The first thing shown was your face on the news with the headline “Infamous Jeff the Killer strikes again on an innocent alone at home!” They made you sound pathetic. It couldn’t have been good for your mental health to watch that.

As you were changing the channel, your door’s letter slit was abruptly opened. Your heart dropped and started to race. As you found yourself frozen like a deer in headlights, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think it was him. As you unwillingly looked at the door, it stood the same. It wasn’t ajar or anything. Like nothing had happened. As you were slightly relaxed, your eyes tracked down the door to see a small letter lying at the bottom of the door. Your heart spiked, but not like before. You knew you’d get a few people from the press asking what happened, but not this early. You just got home. You weren’t ready to talk about it yet and have the entire internet mocking you. You swallowed nervously as you got up with caution. You walked to the letter slowly as if it’d explode. You crouched, grabbing the flimsy paper as you brought it to your kitchen table. You looked at the letter as you muttered something.

You dropped it on the table as you backed away. The letter was covered in streaks of crimson. You were at a loss for words. Was this some fucked up prank a teenager pulled? Your mouth was open as you swallowed thickly. Tears soon formed. You were too traumatized from that night to even do anything. You weren’t going to let that night hold you back. At least that's what you told yourself as you opened the red letter. The letter was sealed with a red wax symbol of an O with an X in the middle. As you peeled it off, the paper had red liquid bleeding from it. The ink must have been fresh. You open it slowly. The letter was barely eligible, but you got the message. The letter consisted of asking how great it must have felt and how jealous the person was. You feel disgusted and pity for whoever wrote it.

They fantasized about a guy who was so fucking greasy you could cook seven platters of bacon on his hair alone.

The writing ranged from joy to pure spite. It had threats laced throughout it. It wasn’t your fault that he broke into your house. You had and have no intention of ever seeing him again, let alone in that way. Thinking about him in that way made you want to puke. At the end of the letter were the words "Love XD, Nina The Killer XOXOXO." You looked at your cabinet as you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. You wrote a letter back stating never to contact you again or you’d get the authorities on them.

You also suggested getting mental help because they liked a real serial killer, which is disgusting. You didn’t want to know if that was real blood or not. As you sealed the letter, you went to your door and slipped the note through. You had no clue if it’d reach them or not, but it put you at ease. It still makes you sick to the core to know that someone idolized that shit-bag. They idolized that man so much that they named themselves after him.

You wondered if it was a mentally-ill teenager who was on the verge of snapping or something else. Good thing you wouldn’t have to wait long to find that out.

It’d now been weeks since this had been going on. Every so often, most of the time at night, you’d get a letter slipped through your door. And you’d read it and proceed to write one back. You didn’t know why you didn’t report them to the police, and neither did they know. Maybe you found some comfort in knowing someone was watching you. Okay, maybe it sounds out of line, but, whoever it was, they promised to take Jeff off your hands if he pulled up. It gave you a sense of assurance that they would do anything for him. You weren’t the most comfortable knowing that fact. You knew they’d probably skin you alive for him, but you were praying for that 5-minute gap of time when they’d be distracted by him.

It was a normal day, like any other day. You woke up, read your letters, and responded. Well, that’s how you thought it was going to go. You walked into your living room to see yet another letter. As you walked to your door and crouched. You heard audio from your television. "SHIT,’ ‘I know what this looks like!" a feminine voice chirped as they turned the audio down. You stood still. Your heart was racing unevenly as your hands began to tremble. Your palms grew sweaty as your vision blurred. Someone was in your house. You reached for the doorknob, but you were quickly stopped by a much stronger force.

"Please, no please." you stopped as someone had a strong grip on your side as he did. You gave up, unable to fight back. You didn’t have the mental capacity for it. You could feel your insides start to hyperventilate as you made no move to run. As you felt tears effortlessly run down your face. You could feel yourself making quick pleas to whoever was standing between you.

"Bestie, cheer up, it’s going to be okay," the lady said behind you. "I'm not here to hurt you, BFF," she cheerfully said as you froze, attempting to turn. She slowly faced you with a large-cut smile like him. You faced the ground, shaking your head violently. "Chillax," she hummed as she forced you to look at her. She wore all-scene clothing, from the Kandi on her wrists to the colored raccoon hair. You didn't understand how she could act so normal under the circumstances that she had just broken into your house and had been stalking you for weeks on end. You felt her grab your hand. She transferred one of her bracelets to you. She brought you in for a hug. "It’s okay, bestie, don't let your crown fall," she smiled. You couldn’t speak. "I—Are you the one giving me letters?" you asked her quietly. "Yes babe, that’s me." she laughed excitedly when you recognized her. "Kinda happy I fucked up 'cause now I can tote just take what Jeff’s touched!" she chirped. "Huh?" your eyes slowly darted to her blue ones. "Imma be the next crime scene cleaner and cherish what he’s left, bestie!" she told you her plan. "Ever wonder where your used bandages go?’ ‘had to take 'em!’ ‘They smell just like him," she spoke as if it was normal to say those things.

"Nina?" you looked at her for her answer. "Yep, that’s me, Nina!’ ‘You should totes get MySpace and add me hon!" she rang. You flinched in pain as you looked at your arm. The bandage was turning a crimson red quickly. "Lemme clean it for you." she smiled as if she couldn’t bear to do anything else. She dragged you to your kitchen. She grabbed the correct medical supply. She’s been stalking you. She knew where everything was and how everything was supposed to go. It sent a quick and urgent chill down your spine. She grabbed both of your sides and placed you onto the countertop with ease. "Your BFF is here to clean that wound." She posed with a scalp to cut the bandage. You weren’t sure why you weren’t running or screaming. Maybe you were just in shock.

Nina carefully grabbed your arm and started to cut the bandage. Your tears fell onto the top of her hand. She squinted her eyes at you as she tried to ignore them. "This still has the DNA of him’ ‘Y'know, it takes seven months for the touch to fully go!" Nina hummed as you felt a heavy weight on the inside. "Why haven’t you gone after him’ ‘why are you still here with me?" you choked out of your light sobs. "Because queen his DNA is still here plus I have no fucking clue where he is ‘I’m trying to find my Jeffie poo and when I do I’ll leave" Nina chuckled as she purposefully touched the inside of your wound. You flinched. She raised her digits to her mouth with a smile. She licked the blood. You sat there aggressively staring. It wasn’t like you could do anything else in your state. You didn’t know, but you felt scared and even saddened to hear she would leave you. You were scared he was going to strike again, and you wanted her to keep you safe. "I-I don’t want you to go," you whispered. But she heard you fully. Her motion came to a full stop as she looked at you. In complete and utter shock. "Huh?" her voice was soft and confused. "I’m scared." you don’t know why you were telling her, but you felt inclined to. She looked to the ground.

"No one’s said that before," she said quietly, almost to the point where you didn’t even hear her. Almost in disbelief, someone could feel the need to have her around. "Coolio", Nina played it off as she tightened your bandage. "Looks good!" she smiled harder as you scooted yourself off the counter. "T-Thank you." you were still shaken up, but you managed to spit it out. "Your welcome bestie" she posed as if she was going to take a photo. She hummed something incoherent as she soon left the room by skipping out. You could still hear her, but you knew she wasn’t going to stay for long.

You stood still for a while, not sure how to take it all in properly or even what to say about what had just happened to you, so you just stood there. Your breath was uneven from the sudden rush of adrenaline you’d just been forced to have. You weren’t sure why you had no intention of calling for help, and it made you feel worse that she trusted you enough not to do anything. She knew your home better than you did. She knew what your thinking process was, leaving you defenseless from her wrath. Her wrath was that she invaded your personal space whenever she felt like it. But, for some reason, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You liked her company because she was the only one to stick around even when your case wasn’t a top priority anymore.

You liked being special in her eyes, even if it was fucked up. But, you weren’t even sure why. So, that's why you found it in yourself to research her name. As you loaded up your laptop, wary of her watching you, you didn’t feel like she was. And as the computer fully processed, you opened up your search engine. You typed up her made-up name as you watched the results spike. She was on the news in central parts of your state and you had no clue. You could feel something on the inside being induced into a sense of pain. She’d hurt people for that monster. Though she hadn’t killed anyone besides her family, she was still a major problem. You felt sick when you felt a sense of relief come through. You felt safe. You shouldn’t have felt safe; you should've felt something far from it. From the article, you see it’d been a few years since everything had gone down and she had recently turned twenty-three.

And even after all these years, she still had MySpace and wore what she wanted. She had no intention of even giving up. She enjoyed following him to the ends of the earth. Even if it meant being shown on the news to thousands of people who may have known her. She didn’t care if she made herself vulnerable in anyone's eyes; she just wanted to be with him. Even if it killed her, that was something you didn’t understand. You didn’t get why she loved him so much. You tried to understand, but it never worked out. You saw her as more than a friend. Even if you didn't have nearly the connection she had to Jeff, you still cared for her. And it made you feel terrible that she could view someone in that light. You felt the urge to try and change her. You knew that it would never work, but a part of you wanted to try it. Try and fix her. Even if that was impossible. She had the heart to change, but you just couldn’t figure out if you were enough to change her. As you shut down, comforted with the amount of research you’d done on her. You thought to yourself, thinking of any way to help her condition out as you made your way to bed.

As you changed and shifted beneath your covers, you were just trying to figure out your life. You could hear your breath stifle. You wanted to keep her around, but she was just too mentally out of it. You could never be enough for her. You could never provide the adrenaline she so desperately wanted, but you wanted to. You didn’t want to hurt anyone but also liked her being around. She brought you comfort when no one else did with her notes. Even if, at times, it felt like you were reading her own personal diary with the way she started her letters. You eventually fall right asleep, feeling the warmth of the blankets surrounding you.

It was deep in the night, whilst you had been asleep, that you awoke to the sound of footsteps in your home. You didn’t mind at first due to being delirious from just waking up. You were about to go back to sleep as you tiredly rubbed your eyes when you suddenly heard something fall. It sounded like metal hitting the floor, like dropping a pan or two on the kitchen floor. And it makes your heart spike as you snap yourself up from the comfort of your sheets. The room suddenly wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it was moments ago, and you could feel your heart racing. Your hair stuck to your forehead as your hands shook violently, not knowing what to do.

You weren’t going to leave the comfort of your room to investigate. You couldn’t. You mentally and physically couldn’t because of the way you froze. But, the more you sat on your mattress, the more you questioned if the event had even happened or not. If you had even heard the metal in the first place, or if you were just having a traumatic response, and against all odds, you found yourself getting out of bed, even when you swore up and down you wouldn’t. Still, you were getting out of the comfort of your bed to discover the truth. To see if there was someone or if it was all in your mind. Though you had to admit, a part of you felt it was Nina in your kitchen.

You fumbled with your doorknob as you could feel yourself instinctively hesitate. But, still, you managed to get through your anxieties and push through literally. And as you made it through, you couldn’t hear much of anything anymore. You allowed your guard to fall as you walked to the kitchen, assuming that’s where the noise had stemmed from. You looked around to see muddy footprints on the flooring. You froze, seeing various intrusive images of that night run through your head. Those footprints looked much too large to be yours or Nina’s. They looked too dirty and different to be either of yours. Someone was inside your house, and you hadn’t the slightest idea who it was. You could feel your heart getting into flight or fight mode as you made a dash for the landline phone. And as you reached for it, you were pushed to the floor.

"Not so fast," a familiar male voice said to you as you pressed up against a cabinet on the floor. You cursed to yourself, looking up at the figure as you started to hyperventilate, seeing the unforgettable face of Jeff The Killer. He was back to finish the job. To finish what he started. He had his knife in one hand as he had the phone in the other. He raised his knife as he cut the cord. He tossed the now useless phone next to you as you shifted away. You could feel sweat forming just from the reckless action you took with no thought. He, on the other hand, seemed entertained by your state. He looked at you then, at his knife as he held it to the side, letting the light hit it. And as the artificial rays blared onto the metal, you could see a crimson color staining the grey. You swallowed hard, knowing he was only there to mock your terrifled look.

You tried to get away further as he tilted his head, getting closer to your trembling form. "Go to sleep," he tried to announce as glass shattered to your left. A smaller figure made themselves present as they jumped around recklessly. "OMG Jeffy poo!" Nina’s high-pitched voice rang throughout the building as he froze in place. His features formed into an annoyed glare as he pulled himself away from you, seeing as he had larger problems to deal with. "I thought I told you to stay the fuck away!" he cursed at her loudly as she frowned comically. She seemed almost animated with the way she responded to his criticism. "But I love you!" Nina raised her voice to match Jeff’s as he huffed and approached her violently. He was uncontrollable with the way he made his way to her as she just hopped around in excitement.

You decided to take this as your five-minute gap to get out of the situation. And as you unwillingly got up abruptly from your stop, you could feel an ounce of pity buried in your stomach as you turned back. You could see her figure being optimistic as he was only violent in the way he walked. He adjusted his grip on his knife and you felt your soul get mentally crushed. You moved without thinking as you pursued Jeff, grabbing his wrist just in time. He had his knife aiming right for her neck as you held his wrist, stopping him. You could’ve just let it happen, but you didn’t. You defended her from being killed. Nina bounced back way too late, and you could see a glimpse of betrayal in her eyes.

"No fucking way," Jeff muttered, looking at your grip as he eased away from you. He laughed at you defending her, finding it extremely comedic that you’d try to save her. Nina stood behind it all with a gaze like no other. She looked between the both of you as her eyebrows furrowed. She got in between the both of you as Jeff tried again. She fought back, defending you in the process. You pushed yourself backward keeping yourself away from the aggressive violence taking place right in front of you. You’d manage to change Nina’s perspective. If only for a moment. She changed it for a subtle moment and changed everything just to protect you. As the two fought viciously, you could only sit back and watch. You had the urge to run, but you couldn’t leave Nina there even if you weren’t much help.

You could see blood spatter on the floor as it had once before, but only now it wasn’t you. It was his. It was his blood he was losing to her. He was going to die at her hands if only she had the willpower. Though, as much as you wished she’d just killed him, it wasn’t possible in her mental process as Jeff lay sprawled out on the floor. He was out cold, just lying motionlessly with blood running effortlessly from his nose. Nina pulled away, huffing with visible teary eyes. His cheeks ran with tears as she turned to you with a soft gaze. You instantly stood still as she ran to you, hugging you. Her tear-stained face was only submerged in more tears as she cried into your shoulder. She muttered multiple "thank you’s" and other things to praise you as you just took it in. You couldn’t do much for her state, as she just thanked you. She was thankful to you for saving her life, just like she’d done for you. And it seemed like letters would never be enough to keep them together. Changing the twisted thoughts into something sweeter. Something that wouldn’t hurt and, without knowing it, you saved each other from a dreadful end at the hands of Jeff.

A/N - Happy Halloween!! Enjoy this longer post! Also I apologize for any mistakes made I'm extremely sleepy rn! <3

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creepy-friday · 7 months

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

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

Female!Proxy toughts Headcanons for every creep of the mansion

Warnings: foul language, suggestive themes, violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rubyafton · 11 months

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thignkinh about the new toby...mmm he put worms in my brain...can i see more og him please

You mean.. Like this??

The hair was tricky :/

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 10 months

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Hellooooo i wanted to ask what jeff, toby, nina and ben with a reader with 🍒 strech marks and if your not comfortable thats okay! You can do strech marks in genral!

Ive just been rlly insecure about mine😭

(Also i have no ideas about anons but can i be 🪸 anon if its open?)

Hello! I wouldn't say i was made uncomfortable by this request, rather, i feel like i wanted to kind of open up this ask to a wider audience! So i did end up just doing stretch marks in general. I would also like to say that I am very excited to write for Nina!! She's such an icon <333

Also, yes, 🪸 is open!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff is the type of guy to find stretch marks incredibly attractive

When you are cuddling, he runs his fingers across the marks

If he can, he will kiss them as well

Whenever he greets you, say, if he was coming home from a mission, he would kiss your lips, and run his ands across the areas your stretch marks are on

Finding out that you are insecure about your stretch marks genuinely shocks him

Like wdym the stretch marks are the best part

But if it makes you uncomfortable, he will stop publicly giving you affection to those spots

That won't stop him from trying his hardest to convince you that your stretch marks are amazing

If you wear clothing that shows off your marks, he will ~strangely~ become more physically affectionate

It gets him so excited when you are confident to show off your body, but again, if you aren't the type of person to show off your body, he obviously won't be bothered by that

The way he sees it, you are the most gorgeous person on the planet and seeing you so insecure about something that he thinks is wonderful about you makes him sad

And so, whenever you're insecure, he will always assure you that he's here for you and that he will absolutely support you so that you feel comfortable in your skin

He also likes to bite them IM SO SORRY

Nina

Personally, I feel like she'd be indifferent to your stretch marks

She's more of a personality person anyways, so she genuinly won't notice your insecurities unless you tell her about them

When you do tell her about them though, she will go out of her way to hype you up

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT OUTFIT I LOVE YOU!!"

"Isn't my partner soooo beautiful and perfect? They're so special, I just wanna squish them until their eyes pop out of their sockets <333"

"BABY. IM GOING TO EAT YOU"

She definetly experiences cute aggression

I bet you couldn't guess

She is a bit of a loudmouth, so if you want her to simmer down about it, she would try her best but in the end, she just needs to share her love for you with the world

I think the most low-key she can get is occassionally she will squeal when she sees you, and sometimes she will lick your face

No, i will not elaborate

She's gonna do whatever you wanna do when it comes to comfort

Wanna hide them? She's got the concealer

Wanna embrace them? She will literally worship you until you are all flustered and embarassed, giggling and begging her to stop

Just want some lighthearted comfort? She will sit in your lap and look into your eyes lovingly, kissing your nose occasionally and laying on your shoulder the rest of the time

Toby

He's so wholesome with it, bless him

He's absolutely the type of gyy to give your marks little nicknames

Bearclaws, Tiger marks, etc

He understands being insecure about them, as he is a very insecure person himself

And so, when you tell him about your insecurities he will comfort you in the way he likes to be comforted

He will hold you protectively, keeping his nose buried in your sweet smelling hair, and rubbing small circles around the marks

If you aren't in the mood to be held, he will lay on his stomach in between your legs, tracing the marks and counting them

Or if you just want to be distracted from your body, he will turn on some calm music, and ramble all his thoughts to you as you rub his head

Publicly he doesn't do much with your stretch marks

He doesn't want you to be embarrassed

If you want him to show more public affection to your marks, you'll have to tell him

He will oblige happily, of course

He will come up behind you, place his hands pn your hips and sway the both of you side to side, whispering into your ear how beautiful you are, how happy you make him, how much he loves you, etc

Definitely the best out of the list to have for comfort

BEN

Like Jeff, he finds stretch marks to be very attractive

Though, he understands if you are insecure about them

He teases you about it (lovingly)

"But baby they're so hot! What do you mean you hate them??"

"Aww come on, you're gonna deny me your full beauty?"

Most of the time, you will have to tell him about your insecurities whilst he plays a video game

He's listening, i promise, he just refuses to not play video games

If you are in a really sad mood though, he'll pause the game, and rotate the chair over to look at you

He'll beckon you over with a "c'mere", and as you stand in front of him, he will hug you and rest his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you with a smile and kissing your hipbones

He'll talk to you softly, asking if you wanna sit with him

And as you sit on his lap, he continues to play his game, bragging to everyone on vc how gorgeous his partner is

He absolutely gets trolled for being a simp, but he knows you need it and above all, wants you to be happy

Publicly, he will also brag to people about how beautiful you are

Especially to Jeff since he sees him the most

"Oh my god dude, PLEASE shut up"

"You're just jealous you don't have a partner that's literally the most gorgeous person to ever exist. It's understandable, really. I mean, i know i would be"

"*stressed jeff noises*"

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jimmy-johns-was-taken · 10 months

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Creepypasta Love-Language

Request : Open!

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

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

Jeff the Killer :

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

BEN Drowned :

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

Eyeless Jack :

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

“Ticci” Toby :

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

Tim / Masky :

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

Brian / Hoodie :

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

Jane the Killer :

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

Nina the Killer :

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

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

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480pfootage · 6 months

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

Please make me believe that this is not a sin.

I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.

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

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

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

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

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sad-jackson · 1 year

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Last post of 2022 bye bye

#sadjackson talks #memes #creepypasta #funny #art #creepypasta meme #ben drowned x y/n #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #nina the killer #jane the killer #jane everlasting #silly guy #fortnite

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tims-camera-lens · 1 year

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Ohhh do you can made a nina the kilher x fem! Reader (oneshot)?

Her New Obsession

Pairing: Nina the Killer/Fem!Reader | F/F

Pov: 3rd person | Nina centered

Wc: 842 (small, I know)

Warnings: Mentions of murder | stalking | knife | attempted murder | Mention of the proxies, they coexist with what people consider pastas

Summary: When Nina realizes that Jeff will never reciprocate her feelings, she focuses her efforts on finding someone who might.

(I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been hopping from wip to wip)

╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

A small town illuminated only by streetlights. Despite the size of the place, the man made lights still drowned out the stars. Nina hated places like these. It was much too like where she’d grown up, too much interference of humans. It was nothing like Rosswood or the Ark, where she could see the stars and moon so clearly peeking through the trees. Whenever she would get bored with killing, she would remind herself that she did it for more than just the fun of it. It was to help the earth in order to cultivate a growing soil for Slenderman to create his vision. Nina didn’t entirely understand how he could have a vision if he had no eyes, but she’d been assured not to think about it too hard.

This small town is where she’d pinned down her next victim was living. Due to her rather obsessive personality, she liked to learn about her kills before she took them. Jeff would always tell her that it’s too time consuming and he preferred killing on a whim. She didn’t care about his preferences, not anymore. The two disagreed on much, too much. Thinking on it now, she found it silly that she ever assumed that they would get together. A childish fantasy that she’d left behind as she matured. Still, a feeling gnawed at her at her core. A want, no, a need to be so infatuated with someone that it engulfs her.

It couldn’t be anyone under the Operator’s watch, she knew too much about them already. That and most residents didn’t want to entertain her on it. Whatever, no time to think on it now, her target was moving. She was careful and quiet, almost calculated in her movements. Even Tim would give her a “not bad, kid”. Often she’d think of what it’d be like to be a proxy. She always wanted to be one, rather than just one of Slenderman’s more disposable murderous kids. They were trusted with missions, had a purpose. She shook her head, attempting to focus on the present. Her mind had a tendency to capture her, to make her thoughts wander on trivial things that would have little to no chance of happening. Much unlike Jeff, who did things as soon as they crossed his mind. He was impulsive and hard to control, which is why Nina theorized that Slenderman never appointed him to become a proxy. Perhaps, the opposite of why she hadn’t been. Thinking too much, not doing enough. Much similar to right now.

At least she knew how to keep going, despite not being in the present moment. In the moment, she was crawling through her victim’s bedroom window. Perfect, you were already asleep. Nina leaned over you, taking in the sight of you sleeping form. You were like a sculpture, made of marble perhaps. Your pajamas hung on your body mimicking the look of the veiled lady art pieces. It’s a shame Nina was going to kill you. You looked as a walking masterpiece, acted as a goddess placed on earth. Your front door opened and she held her breath. You lived alone, she knew that for a fact. She knew everything about you.

Your eyelids flutter due to the sound. Such a light sleeper, it’s a wonder how Nina got in undetected. A voice rings from the front of the apartment. They call your name, letting you know that they’re home. What a pretty name you have. Why isn’t a flower named after you? Maybe there was, she would have to ask Ann. If not, then Nina would be sure to name a rabbit after you. One of the rabbits that Brian took care of in his free time. Was it Brian or Hoody? She didn’t know the difference, if there was one. Tim and Masky were different, so were Jay and Skully, but she wasn’t sure on Brian and Hoody. That didn’t matter right now, making her mentally scold herself on getting distracted. Your eyes met hers and in an instance, her hands are clamped over your mouth. If you screamed, you’d be dead, if you didn’t alert anyone, you’d still be dead. The look in the homicidal maniac above you’s eyes warned against making your situation known.

Silence blanketed the apartment like a cloud. Ten minutes, then twenty passed. Still, not a noise. Twenty turned to thirty, then an hour. Nina’s palms break contact with your lips as she retracted them to herself. “Speak of this and your whole family is dead.” She hissed. The killer turned, leaving through your window and out to the night. The moon glints on silver on top of your bedsheets. You move closer, only to see that it’s the same knife that woman had threatened you with. You cautiously picked it up and gave it as much of an examination as you could, considering it was still dark in the room. You’d have to return it to her the next time you saw her, if there was a next time.

#Nina is down horrendously #no use of y/n #fem reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #Nina the killer x fem!reader #creepypasta #marble hornets #Perse.txt

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tryingtofindava · 4 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩*ೃ༄

(Includes: Jeff the Killer, EJ, Ticci Toby, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser.)

: ̗̀➛Back to source

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Wasn’t ready for it.

Like…

At all.

What are you actually supposed to do when you walk into your partner doing their makeup to look like you…?

He stared at the makeup around your mouth that was mimicking his cut smile.

He’d think it was real if he hadn’t seen the makeup brush in hand and the darkest red eyeshadow you could get on the vanity.

His exact words were:

“What the actual fuck are you doing??”

You explained the whole shower makeup thing to him. He personally thinks you’re weird for this. Why do your makeup just to wash it off?

He doesn’t come in your room anymore before you go in the shower…

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

Another one who wasn’t ready for it.

He’d forgotten his scalpel for his… night activities…

“Hey, have you seen- … Why are you blue…?”

He stared at you intensely waiting for some answers.

He doesn’t know what’s going on since his eye sight is, like, REALLY BAD.

You drop the makeup brush, eyes wide. Blabbering about pre-shower makeup and how it’s practically a ritual.

Riiighhttttt…

He’ll laugh about it later though, won’t look at you doing your makeup the same EVER again.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Woahhhhhhh!

“MY TURN!”

HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT!

He wants to have a go!

He loves when you do your makeup, he feels like he’s getting in on something he shouldn’t know…

You’ll be sharing the stool of your vanity, brushing the makeup brush against his skin. As he try’s to sit as still as possible giggling as the brush tickles his skin.

(I searched it up, people w cipa respond well to tickling.)

He over all just loves when you do his pre-shower makeup. He feels like he’s getting pampered.

He’s a chancer and will try to join you in the shower too. (It’s up to you how it goes though)

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

She came into your room to borrow you bronzer for her pre-shower makeup!!

She’s excited as fuck since she thought she was the only girl in the manor who did this.

“I’ll do yours if you do mine!!”

Girlys ecstatic.

Like with Toby, it becomes a ritual of sorts and you guys ALWAYS!! Have to do it together.

And before you guys head into separate bathrooms to shower, lots of selfies will be taken to remember each time.

Like a get ready with me shower edition™

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

Knows exactly what’s happening when she walks in.

She knew all too well from witnessing this exact routine with Nina.

All she wanted was some loving from her girlfriend and now she has to wait until you wash all the makeup off during your shower.

That may turn into an everything shower due to embarrassment from getting caught.

“Pfft…”

She’ll snort out a laugh, before closing the door and coming back in after your shower.

Will tease you about it as you guys snuggle though.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x fem reader #ticci toby x y/n #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer #kate the chaser x you #kate the chaser x reader #kate milens x reader

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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 8: “Wish Upon A Star”

Day 8: - Nina The Killer (2021) X GN!Reader "Shooting Stars" X “Do you remember?”

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

-Rating: Teens & Up.

PROLOGUE

You had various maps and trackers in your hand as you still tried to support your weight. It was so heavy on your frame as you struggled to keep up with Nina. It was late in the night, and you had school tomorrow. But, here you were with Nina again. In the middle of nowhere what could possibly go wrong? "Hurry up, Reader!’ ‘I know Jeff is right around the corner!" she was updating her MySpace while she dragged you along. You could barely see the area in front of you as you just blindly followed Nina.

You two were in the middle of a desolate field with a forest in the distance. "I can’t carry all of this shit!" you complained, feeling the weight of her fangirling dragging you down. You knew you shouldn’t support her love for a literal serial killer, but you couldn’t turn her down. She saved you in middle school way too many times to complain to her now. There wasn't any turning back from this and both of you knew it. "C'mon, bestie!" she smiled wildly as her Kandi bracelets shook in the air, sounding like a maraca.

You didn’t know how she didn’t develop carpal tunnel or even lose complete blood flow in her arms. And along with that, she had mismatched colored gloves and wild-colored hair. From her jet-black hair to the pink raccoon stripes occasionally peeking through. Over the time you two had been friends, you figured out she was a scene kid. It was pretty obvious from just taking a look at her, but even to add onto that she also had the stereotypical personality down to a T.

The wind blew hard on you two, as the night sky was the only thing illuminating your way. As you walked through the open field, you could see everything. As the pine smell prominently came your way as the relentless breeze hit both of you. But, neither of you cared enough to point it out. "I know he’s here!" her eyes reflected the stars as she cheered, looking toward you. "We’ll know when he’s here because we’ll either see him dump a body into the field or hear screaming." you took her out of her fantasies once more. The way she thought of him was crazy. When you two got back from this, you swore you were going to have her look up maladaptive daydreaming. "Okay pls stop being such a party pooper." she tended to use online lingo as actual words. She was chronically online, but there were worse things. One was her being attracted to a murderer.

But, thinking of it now, with this dramatic sky and the natural surroundings. You thought about you and Nina. Even with all of the constant pacing and running you did all night. You had fun. You always have had fun with her. But, sometimes you’d worry you would lose her in a crowd or that she’d leave you. But, that day never came and it never would. Her neon-colored strands of hair mixed in with her black hair made it easy to tell where she was. And even when you thought you lost her, she would always find you and drag you back on the right track. You enjoyed being her friend. You didn't mind sticking with her even with all her flaws.

"Okay, he’s deff around here!" she chirped happily as she jumped over the tall grass trying to scope him out. "I can tell 'I can smell him and he smells like absolute ass," you muttered as she heard you complain about him. She pretended to be shocked and hurt, but she knew. You already communicated that you didn’t like Jeff and even had a distaste for him. That news made her confused but pretty happy. She was happy that you could never love him the way she did, but a little sad that you hated him. Normally she’d beat the shit out of anyone who dared to say that, but you were her closest friend. And you hadn’t tried to stop her, and in fact, you helped her try to find him. So you're allowed to criticize him to some extent in her eyes.

"No cool Reader!" she frowned jokingly as she dug into her pocket. She then pulled out her phone and took something from the stuff you were holding. "Hm," she muttered to herself. She was figuring out something and you hadn’t a clue what it could be. "What is it now?" you tilted your head toward her as she pitifully typed away. She made a pouty face as she grudgingly typed.

After some quiet silence, she made a noise that could’ve been guessed as a laugh as she smiled. You always felt her smile was off. Too large. Unnatural even, but you never told her. She soon went back to looking as she put her hand above her forehead. It looked like a salute, but she was leaning into it. She was exaggerating even while looking around. But, yet again, she has always been a drama queen. And even changed her bio to it. It made you cringe, but, even so, you didn’t say anything.

"Holy fuck!" her eyes lit up as she pointed at something in the horizon desperately. You felt a gut feeling to run. You felt something in your soul get ripped apart. You turned your head slowly. Your face was pale. It was Jeff The Killer in the far distance. But, he was still there. He was sitting on a log depressingly whilst sharpening his knife against something that looked like a bone. like a human skull. You felt your mouth go agape. "We need to run." you looked at her. Then, she turned to you, feeling insulted. "No!’ ‘I’ve spent my entire life looking for him!" Nina fought back as she stood up. "Reader, it's fine if you're too much of a pussy and a terrible friend not to allow me to talk to my crush, but you're not stopping me!" you could feel the disappointment and hurt in her tone.

You froze as she took off slowly. She was waiting for you. She wanted you to go with her. She needed you with her even with those words she spoke. You looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star blaze through the air. Its bright white glare zoomed across the ocean's blue night sky. You wished to the star that you two wouldn’t die. You picked up your feet as you followed her nervously. She picked up her speed realizing you were there. That night, you two encountered Jeff The Killer willingly. That night, he tried to kill you, but Nina was just too persistent, so she accidentally saved your life while achieving her own goals. Everything changed after that night. And now you’re left longing that you wished for something else on that star.

END OF PROLOGUE

Many years later, you were sitting in that same field with the same person. She has changed over the years. It took a while, but she changed. From her looks to her entire personality. That fateful night under the shooting star changed both of you. That night, you never came home. You never submitted that homework that was due, and you never would. Because on that night, you choose your fate. You then gazed at the terrain around the both of you. "It looks the same," you said, as you examined the tall trees and knee-high grass. The breeze also felt nostalgic as you gazed into the clear blue sky. "Yeah," Nina grumbled, moving her body away from yours respectfully. You kept the conversation going while marveling at the beauty and irony of the situation. Nina glanced up, looking at the far trees, then at you, then back to the floor. You could tell something was wrong. Maybe you two shouldn't have come back after all these years. Was it triggering something in her? I mean, it hurt you as well, but it was just too beautiful to not indulge in.

"Do you remember when you dressed scene?" you smiled at Nina, and from the corner of your eye, you saw her return it. "Don't," she jokingly told you off as her black hair flowed in the wind. You brought up anything you could in hopes of cheering her up. "How damaged was your hair back then?" you asked, glancing at her. You've always wanted to know this but never had the time or courage to ask. You just had to know how much hair spray had been infused into her hair. "Burnt," her eyes widened as she remembered her old haircut.

Even with all of her flaws, it was a pretty iconic look. "I wonder if those trackers are still scattered in the forest," you thought. The night you chased Nina and dropped everything to run faster. "Ben probably took 'em," she muttered, looking at you now. She had her head resting on her knees as she watched you carefully. She had a warm, calming gaze locked on you. You felt warm, even if the night was unforgivingly cold. The moonlight lit up your shared surroundings as you both just sat there taking it in. "Did you still update your MySpace after that night?" you asked her as she froze for a moment. "Yeah, whenever I could," she exhaled. You chuckled, thinking it was pretty funny. Even after almost dying, she kept up with her page.

"Do you think you would’ve done anything differently?" you spoke without thinking. You already knew the answer, but you said it nonetheless. "About the night?’ ``Yeah, I would've," Nina thought slowly as she took a moment. "I wouldn’t have been obsessed with Jeff and then I’d have listened to you instead of being a bitch." her words quickened with regret. You could just tell how she was feeling from her face and the way she was holding herself. "It’s not your fault", you tried to comfort her.

"Yes, it is.’ ‘Don’t lie ‘It’s all my fault." she hugged herself, pulling her knees to her chest. Trying to be as compact as possible. You could hear her exhale heavily. You could see the way her hands shook. "Don’t even try ‘If I hadn’t pressured you so much’ ‘You wouldn’t have done any of this.’ ‘And maybe you could've had a normal life if it wasn’t for me." her words slowly softened, making them sound like a whisper. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. Having a tear unwillingly shed.

"I wouldn't have had a normal life.' 'I would have gone after you when you went missing and ended up here." you assured her it wasn't just her, but she just wouldn't take it in. She inhaled. She didn't speak, but you could tell her voice was shaky. "I’m so sorry, Reader." She looked at you, making eye contact. Her beautiful eyes competed with the sky itself. "It’s fine-" you tried to reach her, but she’d already made up her mind. "It’s not." Nina has and will hold that above her head for the rest of her life. You knew you couldn't say anything to change her mind. It was already set in stone.

You scooted toward her fragile figure before, leaning your head against hers. You shared your warmth with her. She sat there as you took her hand into yours. Her hands were cold and clammy as you gently rubbed them whilst having to support their complete weight. "I love you," you said something more empowering, even if it had slipped out. You knew she would listen to that. She looked at you frantically with widened eyes. "What would I do without you?" she cried into your shoulder as she held your hand.

She just broke down completely, allowing you to mend her back. You brushed her hair back with your hand as you exhaled. You wished she would just accept that you forgave her and that it wasn't just her. You could see, out of the corner of your eye, a light blaring from the sky. A shooting star flew through the sky once again, just like it did before. As you gazed at it, time seemed to slow down. You had a second chance. You thought about it, still able to hear her muffled crying. You whispered to the star under your breath, "I forgive you." before, you went back to taking care of your girlfriend, hoping she'd learn to forgive herself.

#day 8 #creepypasta #nina the killer x reader #Nina hopkins x you #nina the killer x you #nina the killer x y/n #nina hopkins x reader #fanfiction #fluffober #fictober22

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creepy-friday · 1 year

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Love your blog! The way you write the Pastas is so interesting and enjoyable, specially the Proxies (glad you took Cody in the ecuation too, cause I like him and barely anyone remembers he's a proxy too)

Since we've already seen the boys in the female proxy au, how would she get along with other girls in the residence, like Kate the Chaser or Natalie? Whether in a romantic or platonic way

Thank you!I'M SO GLAD THE GIRLS GET SOME LOVE💞💞💞

Creepypasta Ladies x Fem!Proxy Reader

You worked with Kate from a distance since she's solo on all of her missions,her job and place in the team being way different from yours and the others

You also didn't know if she liked you because you were also a woman or she despises you because you're also a woman

During meetings she would ask a shit ton of questions about you and what you did on missions until that very moment,fuck,not even Masky is all up in your business like she is

On the rare occasions both of you meet she wouldn't greet you,she would simply nod her head at you.On impossible occasions you could get a glimpse of her face behind that mask.

I believe that if you do want to engage into a deeper conversation with her she will simply listen,but if you manage to get her to warm up to you she would vaguely say a few things about herself as well

Kate might throw a nasty double sided comment or two when there are just the two of you."Managed to calm Masky down,heh?How do you manage I wonder.." ; "sorry lady,I don't have a way with gentlemen like you do." ; "might enjoy the hell of a ride as well,you know best..am I right?"

You remind her of the few good persons she used to have in her life before she was dragged here

Clockwork was into you from the moment you stepped in the mansion tbh

Loves to tease you in both a romantic and friendly way.The fact that you're a woman in a position of power in the mansion over all of those fuckers it's super attractive to her

"Tell him to go fuck himself.What he's gonna say about it,huh?" ; "I bet I can be a better match for you than the demons of the forest,gimmie a chance to prove it to you;)"

Loves a good training with you,you're the only one who can counter all of her attacks,you really set her heart on fire

"You're a top bitch here,all bark all bite.Say,what would you do if I caused shit around here?;);)" she has no shame and will flirt with you every chance she has.If you ignore her remarks she wouldn't hold back,BUT if you do give her a chance she would further step her game UP

The nurse Ann barely talks overall and only engages into business conversations with you

If you have any "lady health problems" she would be the one to have your back like her life depends on it tbh

If you look around for Jack when she's in the infirmary she would simply assume you either don't like her or have a thing for male doctors lol

"No cannibals around,just good old me." she said,legs crossed facing you.

When you tried to make small talk with her she stopped you "you don't have to force yourself.We're just doing our jobs.Besides,the tension makes your veins harder to look for.."

Zero will start shit with you every chance she has.Fighting,blaming,shit talking,you name it,she would do everything in her power to try to bring you down and cause a violent reaction out of you

Does she get along with Masky because of this?Hell naw

Is it jealousy?a love-hate relationship?it's very hard to make the difference

On some occasions,she would act all nice and sweet,super flirty with you, and if you make the mistake of thinking she has good intentions with you she would degrade the living hell out of you

Despite the others,she doesn't trust you to have all of the power Slenderman trusted you with.She sees you below her and wholeheartedly believes she should've been in your place maybe with you sitting on her lap or something

She doesn't stand Clocky but still wants to be on her good side because she sees potential in her.Natalie knows this,but her boredom causes her to engage into Zero's little games

Jane observes you from a distance.She respects your job and how you manage to calm shit down,you're really one of the few persons she could look up to if she's honest

If only you weren't so busy with proxy duties she would come forward to you and warm up more

She would adore the tought of the two of you drinking tea in her room,simply enjoying each others presence while talking about matters both of you can't control

Jane would notice if one lock of your hair isn't in the right place but she wouldn't tell you if you're closer to her,instead,she would simply gently fix it

She gives me mommy vibes

Nina sees you as her best friend,you are the one to tell if it's one sided or not.The way you move,act,and manage to do it all amazes her..you are both a mentor and a friend to her.

She could talk the whole day about how amazing you are,and she actually has a few pages in her journal with notes about you

The girl can be like that one annoying kid at the park that gives you all of their toys just to spend time with them lol

You inspire her and she genuinely believes you make her a better person-a better woman.She lets you know this and even if you don't believe her,your existence deeply had a positive impact on her mental health

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ethanthespookymonth · 5 months

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Jeff the Killer cosplay!

#jeff the killer #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta #jeff x ej #jeff x laughing jack #jeff x nina #jeff x ben #jeff x y/n #jeff x reader

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fanficgirly18 · 6 months

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Nina the Killer x Male Chubby Reader

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You remember the pocket knife, slicing open one side of your mouth.

There was still a strong aftertaste of blood in your mouth.

Currently you were running for your life through a forest.

Your big thighs thudded against one another.

"You can't run forever, FATASS!"

That was the man who had cut you open with his pocket knife.

Leaves crunched under your feet and an overgrown root tripped you- but like a crab on all fours you crawled into the brush.

You caught your breath, that struggled to come out of your throat.

You remember that man. He had a ripped open grin, showing off blood and tissue and a white hoodie.

Oh god.

Oh shit.

You slowly got up, moving backwards to run in the opposite direction- only to bump into someone.

Your big body bumped into a smaller, WAY skinnier figure.

You whirled and in the dark you could tell it was a young woman's figure. She's holding something but you can't tell what.

"Jeffy?" she said, hopefully.

"W-who are you?" you said, unable to contain a stammer.

Maybe you scowled at this woman, or maybe you curiously awaited an answer.

The object she's holding becomes visible as she steps into the moonlight.

A knife.

She presses it against your cheek, before you could step away.

"You're not Jeffy," she said, with a gruesome mouth cut open at the edges.

A mouth with blood seeping down to her chin.

She licked her upper teeth, blooding them.

Her blade traced on your open wound, before her lidless eyes widened more.

"You're Jeff's victim."

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 9 months

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nina, jane, jeff and clockwork with a scene! s/o? :3

scene kids >>>

Also i feel like you picked some of the most perfect creeps for this prompt

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Nina

I feel like she would be a mix of scene and emo

Mostly scene though

So she adores having a scene s/o!

You borrow each other's hairspray and teasing combs and accessories, etc

She steals your shirts sometimes if it goes better with her outfit

She always returns it....

....after she covers it in her perfume

Hair dying dates are very much a thing!

Whether shes dying yours, youre dying hers, or maybe you both do each others!

Another common date is making kandi together

She's made you bracelets that say her name, say both of your names, and say silly things like "fart"

Someday, she wants to go on a concert date with you

The two of you, wearing matching outfits and partying all night long to the music

It makes her heart flutter!!

Speaking of things that make her heart flutter, she gets butterflies when she hears your clothes jingle

She doesn't quite know what it is about it, but she loves it so much

If you are someone who wants to get married, she constantly talks about how she's gonna get gerard way to play at your wedding

She also loves doing your makeup!!

Her favorite part is the lipstick

In her opinion, it brings the entire look together

Though, you'd look gorgeous no matter what

Jeff

This guy is an absolute metal head

But in his younger years, he was a emo kid

We're talking sode part, too many belts, a strange amount of mcr t-shirts, the list goes on and on

So when your relationship with him begins, he will most likely give you all of his old gear

You will have to wash most of it because lord knows this boy does not shower

Maybe if you asked nicely enough hed dress up again for you

But he would refuse to go out like that

He would like to go shopping with you though!

A date i think he'd have fun with is going to the mall together, getting boba and just walking around buying clothes and accessories

Which is something he can do now, since he spends most of his time in the underworld

You'll just have to hope that you don't get caught up by the paparazzi

Which is almost never the case, especially with him being JEFF. THE. KILLER.

If you do manage to have a nice time with just the two of you though, congrats!

Jane

I feel like Jane doesn't really enjoy the scene aesthetic

She's a very toned down person, so all of the accessories and loud music just kind of overstimulates her

But, its not like shes gonna make you dress any way

If you like the way you dress, then thats your choice and she respects that

She would like to watch you style your hair and do your makeup though

Shed find it intriguing, and she enjoys seeing how your styles differ

She might let you style her hair as well, but it would take a lot of convincing

She is very particular about her hair, and seeing all of the hairspray you put in yours, it would really make her uneasy

But if you did convince her, she'd be pleasantly suprised!

She'd want you to style her hair more often, because she discovered that the way you style it actually flatters her face shape very well

I feel like shed be open to going to a concert with you!

Just dont expect her to really do much

She'll be very busy just enjoying the music, she wont drink or really even dance much

If you are shorter than her, she will hold your hips and sway side to side with you to the beat

If you're taller than her, then she will stand in front of you, with your hands around her shoulders

Clockwork

I feel like she wouldn't really care that you're scene

In the nicest way possible

Like she just doesn't really care what you dress like, she loves you and thats all she knows

But if you wanted to ramble all about your fashion or music, shed be happy to listen!

Shed be the most willing (besides nina) to let you dress her up

She feels super cool once she gets all of the belts and chains around her waist

It gives her a sort of nostalgic feeling

She wasnt necessarily scene when she was younger, but she had the classic bangs and she wore mostly baggy jeans and band t-shirts

She is willing to let you do basically anything to her

If you wanna practice makeup on her, she will let you

If you wanna see how an outfit looks, she'll model it for you

Shes the most chill with doing whatever you wanna do

Like she will literally say yes to anything

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jimmy-johns-was-taken · 11 months

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My Little Sunshine

“Ticci” Toby x Reader

Summary : Nobody was suppose to know, nobody was suppose to find out. You were his dirty little secret, a secret that he swore up and down he would keep. You were the sunshine to his rainy day, but what happens when there no sunshine to chase the storm clouds away?

Warning/Notes : Death, crying, Masky a bitch, Reader is referred to as sunshine, blood, gore, murder, it’s kinda sad, btw I use they/them pronouns for Toby

Words : 745

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Standing at Slenderman’s office doors was nerve wracking, Toby having an idea of what this “meeting” was. Masky, not Tim, but Masky had given the boss a tip on a new suspect. Someone who “knew too much” and was “hot on the proxies trail”.

Toby knew better though. Toby knew that Masky was out to get them. Ever since Toby arrived, Masky had been out to get them. They took a deep breath in, knocking lightly on the large oak doors.

The meeting went by quickly, Toby was simply given a new assignment. They weren’t punished, not physically at least. Slender had told Toby that it would be no different from any other mission, just another person on the chopping block. And yet, as Toby laid in the small bunk in the proxy cabin, they couldn’t sleep a wink.

It was a brightly sunny day, the weather warm and perfect. You sat on your front porch, watering the wild flowers right below the railing. You were worried, Toby hadn’t returned to your home in two days. The first night you didn’t think much of it, sometimes they just didn’t want to be around people. But when no sign of them showed a second night, you began to worry. You set down the watering can as you looked into the forest. Making a silent wish for Toby to return, you began to hear a low whistle.

Speak of the devil and they shall come.

Toby slowly emerged from the woods, providing you nothing. No smile, no wave, nothing. You waved, smiled, and slowly took off down the porch steps. Toby’s hatchet was in their hands, knuckles white.

“Toby?” you slowly reached them, not wanting to provoke a bad reaction. You stopped a few feet before them before you heard the small sniffles. Was Toby crying?

“Toby?” You called once more, hoping for some response.

“I’m so -fuck- sorry, sunshine,” they didn’t waste a moment, hatchet flying up toward your face. You yelled, dropping back and landing on your ass. Toby’s head and arms twitched, they were freaking out.

“Toby?! The hell-“ they cut your sentence off by swinging again, this time landing a small cut on your shoulder. You sprung up and took off toward the house, aiming for the kitchen with knives. Toby followed after, a string of swears and twitches leaving them. You cried as you ran back into the house and around the corner, slamming into the kitchen island. Toby wasn’t too far behind, throwing a hatchet a little to close to your head. You ducked and screamed, terrified of your beloved. Your back hit the counter as more tears swelled in your eyes. Toby continued to sniffle, wet streaks noticeable on their cheeks.

“Toby, please,” you pleaded as they began to approach, hatchet in hand. You slid down, landing on the floor with a thud.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” Toby was crying, making their twitching worse. They dropped, crouching in front of your crying form. So many questions ran through your mind, most being why. Why would Toby do this?

“Listen, sunshine, this isn’t my choice,” Toby’s voice was soft.

“But you do!” You pleaded, “you do have a choice! I don’t know why your doing this, did I do something wrong?” You knew of Toby’s “work”, but never thought you’d be involved.

“No! No, you could never do wrong.”

“Then why?” You nearly screamed at them.

“I’m so sorry,” it came out a whisper from Toby. Toby cried over a person for the first time since his sister. They grabbed their hatchet and slowly pushed into you, a silent scream leaving your lips.

You looked at him, blood covering you, and began to sing something familiar. Something you sing to Toby when it was a rough day, when they needed a break.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know dear how much I love you…” the lyric trailed off and the last breath left you. Your death was silent and quick, no pain or agony. Toby wholeheartedly believed that you didn’t deserve to suffer. So many people in this world did deserve to, it’s what they believed, what Slender told them to believe, but you were different.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Toby quietly finished the little song. They couldn’t breathe, only crying and looking at your lifeless body. Thunder was heard, storm clouds covering up the once sunny day.

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