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angelic-dew · 1 year

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yandere slenderman headcanons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 📎 ୧・author's note; AFTER A YEAR I DO THIS- I like to do my headcanons separately, so when Jeff is done, I'll link it here. I was going through 'a mood' while writing this so heh

✧༉‧₊˚୨🖤୧・pairing; Yandere! Slenderman x G/N Reader ( you/your pronouns.)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 📎 ୧・trigger warnings; grammar mistakes, yandere, stalking, murder, messed up topics, kidnapping, toxic relationships, talk of the supernatural, isolation and many other dark themes, dni if you are sensitive towards these such themes.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction.

🪐. It wasn't a normal or for that matter, a usual occurrence for Slender to fall ever so deeply for one. Especially if that someone is a mere human or even a proxy working under him. Yet, he wasn't the being to feel these such strong emotions that controlled him like if he were a puppet under command from its faithful puppeteer; that's what he initially thought.

🕸. He was so puzzled by these feelings. For hundreds of decades, he has been around for, lurking and haunting through the deep, thick and densely forested woods he inhabits, that feeling was.. foreign to him. Even in his past life, he didn't even experience such overbearing passion for another. This was indeed and life-changing news for his newfound obsession new.

🪐. But what was this feeling? The towering being didn't understand himself. Through all the knowledge and wisdom he has gathered through the innumerable years he has been alive for, it didn't quite add up to what he felt. Was it lust? did he possibly fall in love..? No, that surely couldn't be! After all, was he capable of feeling that? He is a cold-blooded demonic figure who has little to no remorse for his unfortunate victims; this couldn't be. Was he being bewitched? No, that couldn't be.

🕸. Oh but how it was true! He was at a point of pure denial. From his first meeting with you, he couldn't function like his usual self; or should I say he wasn't able to focus on anything else but you. The thought of you ran through his sick mind wildly, capturing his attention every time it did. He even started second-guessing himself at certain points. "Did they have their hair styled that way?" "That look on their face, was it one of shock?", thoughts such as that.

🪐. It was an overbearing feeling that now began to consume his entire mind, which believe me is strong, into an obsessive delusional mess clustered up. The figure felt as if he needed you. Urgently, desperately.. you were his one and only desire to simply gaze upon once more.

🕸. He began to stalk you or if he was busy, he would request for Hoodie or Masky to get the job done, Toby can't be trusted for this specific task. He watched you carefully when he was allowed the chance, peering at you through your window from your room, as the gentle moonlight crept through your room, so was his cold gaze.

🪐. When outdoors he'd watch from the shadows, observing your actions. Gaining various ideas about your schedule and of course likes, interests, etc. Things went so smoothly for him, retrieving information from your day-to-day life. At times he would permit and ask of Hoodie to take something of your possession something meager though. A pen on your desk.. a clothing item.. simple accessories.. Nothing much until things got stranger. Locks of your hair would go missing, a whole pillow vanished.. your perfume/cologne it left completely.

🕸. You felt as if you were going crazy and you started to think of yourself being extra forgetful or well, clumsy. When that definitely wasn't the case. They days went by and more things left your room, something was definitely off now. You became paranoid of your surroundings, looking around,keeping tabs on what is around you at all times. 'Were you going insane?'

🪐. This made Slenderman's job harder of course until he came up with an idea. Why doesn't he keep you away all for himself, surely it is a bit selfish! But it's better to have you safe from outsiders such as your pathetic excuse for a family, in his words. While he was preparing for you to be with him, forever. Odd and heartwrenching events transpired, loved ones you were close with began disappearing. Not one trace was left of them. You were alone. But that would be your new normal.

🕸. So one faithful night, you were struggling to sleep until you eventually gave in. The figure crept into his room. His heart beat a million miles an hour within his chest, that's if he had a heart. Remember what he was going to do? Take you away from your home. Isolate you.

🪐. That's what happened exactly, he took you away to a smaller, abandoned mansion located in his same forest. Placing your unconscious body on the cushiony bed in the room he prepared for you, he left to take care of matters. Not before securely locking the entrances to the house, he can't take chances at this point. You were finally in his grasp!

🕸. When you eventually woke up, the sight before you was one you didn't expect in all of your years. This room was out of the ordinary.. foreign.. then what else was surprising? All your 'missing' items were laid out before you in a room that was decorated with what you like? How did this even happen? Your eyes gazed upon the walls which were painted in your favorite colour.

🪐. Well, what timing was this? within a few minutes, a certain slender figure opened the door to your room. Pleased with the sight bestowed before him, his dearly beloved awake and looking at him with fearful eyes? no! you love him, you're just confused. Well yes, you will indeed live in that same 'confusion' for the rest of your days spent being his one and only darling.

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festering-obsession · 11 months

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How You Fell Into Their Trap

TW/CW: Self- Destructive Behavior, Hollywood-ized Disorders, Yandere/Dark Behavior, Violence, Dubious Consent, Drugging, Slight Divergence from Source, Canon-Typical Violence

A/N: Pacing could be weird in both stories. In both, the reader is pondering the past before it jumps to the present to help with any confusion before reading!!

Slenderman:

You want to tear your eyes out, pull at your skin, and scream until nothing left can be heard. It would be better than the constant paranoia eating at you. The splitting headaches and the dazed look on your face as you slowly forget what day it is.

No medicine, no drug can even make you lose an ounce of these random episodes. What's worse, it that they seem to drag on longer and occur more. You wipe the bile off the corner of your mouth as you lean next to the wall in front of the toilet.

The doctors even are puzzled. They best the can sum it up to is you’re faking it. Your body is faking it. Then why can't you stop any of it? In fact, you beg your body to stop.

You can't ignore the fact that you were a sickly child. Constantly falling under nearly the same symptoms but after your parents moved, it stopped. Occasional bouts here and there, but maybe the cleaner air farther from the city helped. Your parents agreed that you eventually just grew out of your sickness, hoping to move on and forget.

But you could never forget the same figure that haunted you since a child. The same tall, white figure, faceless, in a suit. He was everywhere. As soon as you looked, he was there for a split second. And you could feel his hostile aura waiting to strike and kill you. Even as an adult, that face haunted you.

You tried to pin point what triggered your episodes. Maybe after you went to the forrest with your friend, maybe a weird bug bit you? Or you contracted an infection somehow? The forest was beautiful. Tall trees, lush grasses, variety of flaura, and the mountains raised in the backdrop. All was suppose to go well, but going there was the worst mistake of your life. The previous delusions you seemed to have increased tenfolds and it seemed you threw you friend in the same fate as you.

The two of you wandered the forest after the wind rushed and seemed to grip the map from his hands. And even better? Not a lick of signal. When night time hit, you entered a real life nightmare. The figure that haunted you as a child came back. And scarier than ever. But this time, he also saw it.

Your friend gripped your hand as the two of you narrowly escaped the almost glitching creature. Appearing behind, then in front, and then in a damn tree. When you lost track of the figure, your friend was also losing track of himself. He heaved as he gripped at his hair before pulling at it. Above your own urge to do the same, you tried to grab his hands and stop him. Your friend looked at you as he began to claw at his eyes.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." He roared as blood began to seep down him. "He told me, he told me that if I touch you, my death will be put in his hands." He sobbed out scooting away from you.

"He? Who's he?" You cried out, confused as you saw your friend trying to hurt himself.

"Him. The man. The one in the shadows. He told me that if I even look at you anymore, he'll rip my eyes out himself." He banged his head on the ground, still clawing at his eyes. "But he granted me the mercy to at least do it myself." Your friend reached for a jagged rock and brought it to his face.

Your head was filled with static to the point you passed out, and awake in your living room. You wanted it to be a dream, but it was farther from the truth. Your coworker and close friend, hung himself in the same place you two hiked at two days prior.

It was your fault, and you couldn't bring yourself to let it happen again as you hauled yourself in your apartment. Refusing contact with anyone. You were just meant to be a disease.

The apartment went on fire, and you never felt more estatic. Finally, you would greet death with open arms, and your family wouldn't live with the regret if you took your own life. Shit, maybe they could even sue to gain some money off your death. Maybe you'd actually bring fortune to someone.

You laid pliant on your bed, smoke filtering inside your room as the fire danced and spread around the room. A smile on your face before you felt its presence again.

The tall figure hovering over you this time, but no sickness accompanied with it. Faceless, except spots that were slightly sunken in that could be mistaken for one, put a finger up to his face presumably to its mouth. He then disappeared and you fell into unconsciousness with it as well.

And appeared back in the same fucking forrest. This time, surrounded by three human(ish) men.

A crazed man with goggles and a mask, wielding a bloodied axe. Next to him, was a seemingly timid one, dressed in an orange hoodie and when you tried to focus closer, all that greeted you was red, sullen eyes. A feminine mask graced the other one as he donned an orange bomber jacket.

Your mouth felt dry and when you tried to scream, it came out a pathetic groan for help. They clearly had no interest in doing so, more concerned on talking to one another in poorly hushed voices.

"You handled them too rough! If they get a bruise, he won't like it." One choked out in a worried tone.

"They're not a doll, they're fine. And besides, it's not like he told us to deliver them to him in 5-star hotel. He wanted them to be brought to the forest and we did. I'm sure he wouldn't be fond if we held on them too long, so to the floor they go." The one behind the mask spoke, steady voiced.

And another air of static rose around you, stiffening your surroundings. You fell in and out of consciousness and could barely even tell if time was moving, or not.

The men had left sometime ago, 3 hours or minutes? You didn't know. All you could feel was the mossy earth and crushed leaves beneath your slightly aching body.

Vision blurred as the man in the black and white dotted across behind your eye lids in mind as you slipped unconscious into a fever like dream. But this time, it didn't make you sick. It was replaced by a sense of, longing? What was once your nightmare incarnated, seemed softer (even for lack of facial features).

You felt as if watching yourself in third person, your figure collapsed on the floor of a velvety chapel, a heavy white [dress/tuxedo] weighing you down to the ground as you could hear a low melody playing in the background, a church hymn low in the distance as the pianist follows suit.

Pushing yourself up with your two arms, your mind follows the red path trailing to the center. You hear murmuring in the distance but as you scanned your surroundings, no one was there. Just the tall white figure dressed in the clean tuxedo.

You felt yourself gliding towards him, despite not even getting up on your feet. But when you looked down, you saw the inky black tendrils span out like tiny veins combining to makin thick ropey tentacles. They slowly brought you towards him as your hands slowly held onto the decaying flower bouquet.

You opened your mouth only to find no words were coming out. You gripped at your lips, trying to force something out to protest against whatever this was but the sweet piano was only heard echoing throughout.

Finally, you were brought to the empty pillar, but the entity's limbs never left your body. Instead, it seemed to latch onto your harder, as it expanded over your body. You gazed over the empty chapel, but the long and slender hands of the monster in front of you made you look at him.

Blank, faceless, pale, but you could feel the tension in the air as he stared at you in his own way. His stark white body contrasting deeply with his black tuxedo. You felt tears rush down your face but the monster seemed to enjoy that sight. As your face came close to his, the static in your head grew. The only word you could make out amiss all the noise was mine.

As your lips finally made contact with the blank slate of a man, you woke up in a large bed. As you glanced around, you found dust on the bed, but everything else looking surprisingly in pristine condition.

Just as you were about to scream, a large hand grasped your shoulder. The entity, that monster. But, instead of the normal vomit inducing headache and static you would feel when you confronted him was gone.

Yet, that [dress/tuxedo] from the dream still remained. As you looked down at your outfit in confusion, the monster slipped his hands under your chin to meet his gaze. The static-like voice replaced with a deep soothing, voice finally talked as his other hand made it up your back.

"Now that your officially mine, I can't find myself being able to hold back much longer."

Jeff The Killer:

Jeffery always seemed on the brink of becoming unhinged. Ever since building up to the, incident. His family moved to the neighborhood, normal enough. His parents, his brother, all seemed well. Even at first meetings Jeffery looked sane enough at first glance. Nothing stood about him. Like every other teenage boy. His light brown hair framed his face in the typical unkempt way with his blue eyes shining against his complexion. His clothes were obviously picked out by his mother since he never cared to actually shop for his wardrobe.

He was not your first choice to be friends with. But as your parents grew cozy with his, they near forced you to befriend the quiet boy.

It was awkward. Standing next to him at the bus stop with small talk eventually landed to you two sitting on the bus together. It grew to where he would spare you an earbud to play music on his music player. Then, it turned to you actually seeking him out during class projects, not because you had no one else to, but you began to somewhat enjoy his company.

You began to come to his house, and him to your house without the prompting of your parents. Maybe you were just as strange as him which explained the quicker connection between the two of you. It ranged from drawing, reading horror stories to eachother on the ever growing "internet", running to the near gas station for a snack stop only to get brain freezes from racing eachother who could drink their slushie faster.

His interests slowly grew darker. Darker videos, interests in the occult and local murders and death, and even visiting previous crime scenes. You didn't notice at first, you enjoyed the more taboo subjects, but he seemed to take it on a different level. But like you, he was just a young adult trying to figure out the big world, right...?

As his interests grew more morbid, a group of boys began to pick on him. His brother did what he could do to halt them as you tried to center Jeffery's attention elsewhere, but you knew it was beginning to wear him down.

He fought them. Not only did he fight one by himself, but three. He was scuffed up, but the other boys more so. You felt in a daze. Although it was self defense, he would be put in the blame. He came to your house soon after, but he wasn't in a panic. He was happy. Estatic. You fussed over his bruises and small cuts as you dabbed on first aid supplies. He couldn't stop talking for the death of him. You ignored most of it as he tended to talk lots of nonsense most the time, but a sentence stood out you couldn't ignore.

"I never felt more alive."

He looked at you. His blue eyes shining threw his choppy, layered hair. He gently held your wrist in the middle of applying an antibiotic cream.

"S/o, I want you to know, if anything happens, you're coming with me. I promise that." His once happy persona faded as he stared at you solemnly. You nodded slowly and continued patching him up.

When the police came, his brother Liu took his spot and told them it was him. You've never seen Jeffery so desperate to admit his own crimes but the police left, leaving the younger brother. It changed something in him. He only trusted Liu and you. But with him gone, he was clingy and.. handsy. Always trying to have you physically touching him in some way. Either him pressed up against your side or his hand wrapped around yours. His twisted mind finally grasping the concept of how easily people can be taken from him.

To no one's surprise, he did get in trouble more at school. His parents blaming him for getting into so much trouble in his senior year. To your surprise, not too long after that fight, his parents forced him to go to a party with them as a way to "clean" up their image. Like the loyal friend you were, you went with him.

It all happened too fast. His bullies were back as ready for vengeance all the same as if they didn't cause enough damage. One grabbed at you taunting him, "No big brother now, and no [girlfriend/boyfriend] to help you either!" One cackled as they drew a knife near your throat. He never had lost his composure so fast as he saw you. In his mind, you were his and that disgusting shit touched you.

Pure chaos erupted as two boys dropped dead. Blood on both men. Police were called but none came fast enough. Tears went down your face as you tried to grab one of them to stop but your parents held you back in horror watching them fight. Eventually Jeffery got the advantage and took time to prepare his next move in state of manic happiness. He didn't mind the bleach dripping down his frame. He had murder on his mind.

"Remember my promise. I will come to get you soon!" He looked back at you before he grabbed onto the knife and lodged it into the attackers chest. You felt dizzy with the scene in front of you, finally hearing sirens from the cops.

The final movement from the attacker lifted up a match and sent Jeffery on fucking fire. A blood curling scream from the crowd erupted before you felt sick to your stomach and passed out.

He was sent to the hospital, and as much as you were trying to visit him, only family was allowed. Countless nights you worried over the health of a boy you didn't even want to be friends with in the beginning. Too weak to talk to him one on one. All information you got on his wellbeing was from his parents who were already stressed enough.

When he was finally released from hospital and was being sent home, your parents allowed you to visit him the following morning.

As the sun rose and birds chirped, you sprinted to his house with the latest music DVDs and horror movies that he missed out on. You knocked on the door as you barely contained your glee for seeing him.

The door opened. It was unlocked. And the smell of metal wafted to your nostrils. You peaked your head and opened the already ajar door.

And you screamed as blood was splattered in every corner.

But, that was years ago. No longer the dumb teenager you were, but yet it was still stained on your mind. The countless headliners for the news, the police interviews, the therapy sessions. You moved far away from that neighborhood but no matter where you go, the memories would still follow.

Although a murderer now, still on the loose which scared you to your core, you yearned for the nostalgic Jeffery. The one before the murders.

You placed the book of photos down, gingerly touching the photo where you and Jeffery clicked slushies together. It was over now though, that was the past.

That night as you laid to rest, you felt the cold breeze of the nightly wind under your sheets.

You also felt cold wet drops on your face as a hand slapped against your mouth before you could fully register what was happening.

A manic grin spread from ear to ear, scared red against deathly pale skin. Eyes a dull blue with dark eyebags. The hair was jet black and frayed in a shaggy like mullet.

His other hand held your arms in one grip as he started laughing.

"Oh, s/o, I finally found you." He cried out in-between bursts of laughter.

"But where the fuck were you when I needed you. Where were you when I told you I'd come to get you."

And your heart dropped as you mumbled through his fingers. "Jeffery, is that you...?"

"The one and only and STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION. WHERE WERE YOU?" He begged out, his happiness dropped. "It was suppose to be just me and you. Just us against the world. I needed you to wait for me. But when I finally got my own footing, you left!"

"I fucking missed you. But now, " He shifted eagerly as he straddled your hips. "I'm myself. This is what I was meant to be, and can you even accept that?"

You look at him in shock, your whole body feels like it was dropped in freezing water. Your heart was in the dilemma of whether it's about to stop or keep beating as wildly as possible.

"I don't expect you to respond now. But you will answer me later, you whore." He leaned down and took his hand off your mouth. "I hate that I still like you even after you abondoned me."

His lips hovered over yours teasingly. "I fucking hate the fact you're still as beautiful as the day you left me. But now, you're staying with me." Despite his taunting demeanor, there is an act of urgency, desperation, in his next moves.

His lips connected to yours within seconds as you tried to squirm away. His hands still holding yours away from pushing him. His hand gripped your cheek as he pushed the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

And then you felt a foreign pill slip into your mouth as Jeff still kept the kiss connected, forcing you to swallow.

"Go to sleep." He breathes out, finally pulling away from your lips. You are hit with an unfamiliar urge to go unconscious. Your limbs feel unbearably heavy as your eyelids begin to close again. The last thing you see before your eyes shut is his insanely stretched out smile and his lovesick eyes glaring at you.

….

[Heyyy I’m alive guys. Work and school kicked my ass but I’m still here.]

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aerahyasashi · 17 days

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𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔;

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑵𝒐𝒏-𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒖𝒃! 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑫𝒐𝒎! 𝒀𝒂𝒏! 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔;

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒉𝒄

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𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔;

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑶𝒑! 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 (𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

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𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑱𝒋𝒌 𝒙 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

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𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

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𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

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𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑲𝒏𝒚 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒄! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

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𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

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astupidweeb69 · 2 months

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hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 4 months

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Isolation. Yan!Toby x Reader. Cw: Manipulation, mild mentions of violence at the end, small mention of drugging, kidnapping, imprisonment.

It was so easy to fall for his manipulation, and he knew that. Nobody would suspect him of it, after all, he was the emotional, bubbly member of the mansion, soft and sweet. He could never manipulate someone like that, Toby would never. It would be so wrong of him, and he was always trying to better himself. However, you could no longer deny that he'd fooled you, fooled everyone around you, and now you weren't sure you'd ever be able to get away from him again.

It started nearly a year ago, his targeted manipulation of you. You'd been going through a hard time, and he'd been your shoulder to cry on. He encouraged you to seek him out any time you felt sad, and he'd sit with you, hold you, and comfort you when you needed him. He attached himself to you like a leech, and you found yourself unable to get away from him, no matter how hard you tried. It had been confusing at first, how he always seemed to be around you, no matter where you went, even if you'd never told anyone where you were headed, but you dismissed it at the time, reasoning that the two of you did like hanging out in the same areas. You accepted him, and you allowed him to sink his claws into you.

He did his best to make sure you were only emotionally dependent on him; nobody knew you like he did, and nobody could comfort you as he could. You didn't need to go to anybody else, you didn't need to let anybody else in. Once he had enough sway on you, he started burning the bridges you'd already made. He'd become a little bird in your ear, spreading drama and lies about those around you in an effort to drive a wedge into your relationships, and it worked. You felt so embarrassed, looking back, at how easily and blindly you believed everything he told you, because you were just as clueless as everyone else. Why would Toby lie to you?

You'd believed him when he told you Jeff had been shit talking you behind your back, you'd believed him when he told you that Brian and Tim were starting to get jealous about how much time you were spending with Toby, you'd believed him when he said Slender had been considering replacing you with someone new. One by one, he took all of your friends away from you. He encouraged you to hide away from them, to stay by his side, to vent all your tears and frustrations to him and only him, after all, you couldn't trust anyone else in the mansion.

When the others would question Toby on your seemingly random isolation, Toby would shrug and say you were feeling tired, you wanted to be alone, and work was getting to be too much for you. He'd told them you wanted the space but were too anxious to ask for it, and so they believed him, because Toby had never lied to them before, and because Toby seemed to be doing a good job taking care of you. With you in pure isolation, it was all too easy for him to do as he pleased with you, and you naively never thought to question him. It was just so easy for him to put his plan into action.

"Why don't we run away together?" You recalled the excitement in his voice as he made his offer, but still, you weren't sure.

"Run away..? But where would we go? We won't be safe here without Slender's protection." You voiced your concern, and the disappointment that flashed in his eyes for a moment should have been enough to keep you concerned, but he was quick to put on another smile.

"I-I'll keep us safe! You don't have to w-worry!" He forced himself, trying to get you to blindly trust him as you always had, and you did. You fell for his sweet smile and warmth just as he knew you would.

Toby began planning how to get you out, and it went far smoother than he'd thought it would. He'd been moving your things in secret to a hidden little home he'd found and guarded, and all he had to do was get you there. The night before you were supposed to leave, he'd drugged the drink he brought you before bed, and once you were finally asleep, he put everything in motion. "Your" resignation letter that he'd typed up (with your signature he'd spent so much time learning how to forge signed at the bottom) had been placed upon Slender's desk for him to find in the morning. With you knocked out, it was so easy for him to carry you to your new home, and so easy to lock you into the chains bolted into the wall above your new bed. It made him sad to have to leave you, but he had to get back. He'd pressed a kiss to your lips, the first kiss you ever shared, and left you there, in your soundproofed, locked, and bolted prison.

Toby made his way back home and went to bed, waking when everyone else did in a panic over how you were missing. He cried and panicked with the rest of them, unsure of where you could have gone, and when everyone split up to search for you, Toby made his way alone back to your little house. He'd stay at the mansion most of the time for the next few weeks, but then he too would vanish, claiming to be too distraught over your disappearance. You were sobbing and screaming in fear when he got back, and when your eyes landed on him as he unbolted your door the confusion and betrayal in your eyes filled him with so much excitement.

"It's alright, you d-don't have to worry! I-I'll keep you safe!" He told you so proudly, beaming with joy as he crept over to you, sitting on top of your body and holding you tight.

You'd sad there in confusion, fear seeping into you as realization flowed into you that this had been his goal all along, and suddenly every single thing about him that you'd been dismissing or ignoring clicked into place. His discreet glares at others whenever they'd talk to you, the way he'd always have his hands on you, the way he always steered you away from other people and public places. All the lies, all the manipulation. You begged him, you begged him to let you go, to take you back. You told him you'd still stay with him, that you wouldn't tell anybody, but he just laughed above you, a laugh that chilled you to your core.

"O-of course y-you'll never leave me! I h-have you here! Forever!" He smiled a twisted, obsessive smile, and you tried and failed to shuffle away from him, but he remained heavy on your body, leaning over to whisper into your ear.

"All you need is me. Nobody else. You're never getting out of here." His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and you made a noise in fear as you pressed yourself into the mattress, but he'd just giggled and nuzzled into you.

He began to kiss you, to feel you, to nip at your skin, but you sat motionless under him as you tried not to accept your fate. You couldn't ignore him forever, though. He wouldn't allow it. He'd do whatever it took to keep your attention on him permanently. Even if it meant he'd have to break a few of your bones or bite his way into your flesh to get you to speak to him or make noise. The pain you'd begun to feel in your body would be one you'd quickly grow familiar with, as Toby began to show you just how twisted and cruel he could truly be inside.

You couldn't escape someone as thoroughly distorted as him.

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bloodblanks · 8 months

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sleepyboywrites · 9 months

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Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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Oh please please pplleeaassee do Yandere Cupcakes!Pinkie Pie headcanons!! :D

Sorry this took so long, I hope you like 'em! ^^

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🧁Nopony knew why, but for some reason, ponies seemed to be vanishing from thin air. No reason for them to have left, no mention of a move, no clues as to where they had gone. Nothing. But, there was no reason to suspect foul play, either. I mean, this was Equestria, for pony's sake! Stuff like that just didn't happen here. At least, that's what everyone thought until Rainbow Dash went missing. Friend to many, aspiring future Wonderbolt, known far and wide for her speed and precision, the Element of Loyalty… It was impossible for someone like that to just vanish. The loss was felt far and wide and, needless to say, everybody in town was paranoid. You included.

🎉 Thankfully, though, Pinkie Pie was always there to try to cheer everybody up. She put up a brave front, but everyone could tell she was fighting against the pain. After all, Pinkie was friends with everyone in Ponyville! And she and Rainbow were so close… She was always at the forefront of search parties, going out all night just for a sign. And then, the next day, she'd throw an open-invite party with freshly baked cupcakes to lift morale. You felt honored to know someone so compassionate.

🧁 Slowly, more ponies disappeared. Never too many and never in a close proximity of time, just enough time for new ponies to move to town to fill their place, only to strike again once the hurt had started to fade. And in this time, you really grew close with Pinkie. You'd been friends before this, of course, (Everyone was friends with Pinkie), but never as close as the Elements were with each other. You'd stay down at Sugarcube Corner most of the day and help Pinkie in the kitchen, talking together for hours and hours. She seemed really interested in what you were passionate about, asking you about everything you liked in great detail and… Pulling out a pen and paper to write down? And you thought Pinkie was affectionate before, but now you could barely go a minute without Pinkie giving you a hug or just wrap a hoof around you.

🎉 Some nights, you'd have sleepovers together! It was a lot safer than sleeping alone, and a lot more fun! And Pinkie really opened up to you then, seeming to no longer feel the need to perform and be the funniest pony in the room. She hugged you, mane even deflating a bit as she confessed to you how stressed out and worried she was, how she hoped everything would work out okay. And despite how it hurt to know your friend was in distress, you also couldn't help but feel giddy. Pinkie trusted you enough to open up to you like this! It never lasted long, though, and soon she'd be joking and dancing and zooming around the room. As you laughed at her antics, you thought about how lucky you were to have a friend like Pinkie Pie. You didn't know what you'd do without her… Good thing no ponies ever went missing the nights you stayed over.

🧁 But, on one occasion, Pinkie seemed even more excited than usual. She was especially eager for you to try a new batch of cupcakes she had made especially for you, and how could you resist? As always, the cake base was light and fluffy and the frosting creamy and sweet, with just a hint of something else - whatever Pinkie calmed to her secret ingredient that made them so good. You were excited to have another fun night with your friend, but soon found yourself feeling… Extremely tired. Too tired to keep your eyes open, in fact. And your friend is just so sweet and doting as she leads you to bed.

🎉 You woke somewhere dark and cold. Your limbs ache and your head swims as you look around, your dizzy, blurry vision only just able to make out that they were strapped down by your sides. You squirmed and writhed but to no avail. You were stuck. Where- where were you? Where was everybody?

"Ah! Yay! You're finally awake!" A familiar voice sang.

And Pinkie Pie stepped into view. Your eyes bugged out as your foggy mind began to clear and process what was happening - and what she was wearing. A dress made up of different cutie marks, marks belonging to the many ponies who'd gone missing. Broken, lifeless wings sewn into the back of her dress. And a necklace of multicolored sawed-off horns that clicked together as the mare bounced in delight. This… It couldn't be true! This had to be a nightmare!

🧁 She explained that it was all her work. Everypony going missing? It was sad, yeah, but sometimes you gotta do the hard thing in order to do what's right! How else would she be able to make such crazy good cupcakes? As the pieces fall into place in your mind, Pinkie continues her explanation. Your number had finally come up - but don't worry! She loved you way too much to let you now! Pinkie had instead promised herself that when your number came up, she'd finally confess her true feelings to you and take you all for herself! Now, life could be a party forever and ever. And don't worry about anypony finding you and taking you away from her. Who'd expect an Element of Harmony and Ponyville's premier party pony to do something like this? And she'd had Sugarcube Corners basement soundproofed for a long time now, and it's not like the Cakes ever came down here. You'd be together with her forever…

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theyanderespecialist · 1 year

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Unwilling Darling (Creepypasta) Yandere Slenderman X Listener (+Bonus Un...

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Base Yandere Slenderman Headcanons (Remake) +Bonus Slenderman X Unwilling Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am here with a new chapter, this chapter being Slenderman traits as a yandere remake and Bonus Slenderman with an unwilling listener. Anyways please enjoy this chapter here, muffins!]

(Disclaimer: Slenderman is not a yandere in canon, simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes, and creepypasta. It is fine as long as you are not gross or illegal about it and please remember to separate fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real and neither are creepypastas.)

-Base Yandere Slenderman Headcanons-

.Slenderman is a fae of sorts, having been in the German area long ago.

.He would lure children from their parents and eat them.

.He gains power over you the more he knows about you.

.The more he knows the more power and control he has of you.

.He met you by chance in the woods.

.You were terrified of him, shaking in your boots.

.He is at least 7 feet or even 9 feet tall it was hard for you to tell.

.He fell for you right away.

.He would offer his hand to take you away from your life and be with him.

.If you take his hand, you will be with him forever and never seen again.

.If you run from him or turn him down.

.He is not going to give you up.

.He would have followed you and learned where you live.

.He is going to torment you. Always near you and making you feel like you are going crazy.

.He adores you and is waiting for you to give in to him, then he will have you and no one will be able to take you from him.

.So he messes with your head, even in a mental hospital you cannot escape him.

.It does not matter where you go, he will find you and he will have you.

.He would deal with rivals by killing them, after torturing them of course.

.He would be the type to isolate you and keep you by his side no matter what.

.He is going to be stalking the shit out of you.

.All he wants you and he is relentless, he will not stop or tire.

.He would also court you in his own way of course.

.Leaving little trinkets and charms for you.

.Killing anyone who would dare harm you.

.Making you feel like he is the only one who cares and loves you.

.Isolating you from everything and everyone else (all the good stuff)

.Finally, he will lure you out to his woods where he would confess.

.Offering his hand once more.

.If you accept his love he will take you and give you the life of your dreams and love.

.If you turn him down? He is going to just take you, he has enough of waiting and he WILL Take you with him by force.

.Then after you will be forced to love him and stay by his side forever.

.One day you will love him, you are now with him forever, so it is only a matter of time.

-Now Time For The Scenario-

(Slenderman) (You get no choice)

(Slenderman's POV)

I watched them as they stand there staring up at me in horror. I had confessed my love to them and they did not know what to say. I take a step closer to them and they took a step back. They are going to run, I know they are, but I cannot let them. I lunge for them and grab them. They scream and thrash in my arms. I know they will put up a fight but they will be mine.

I bring them deeper into the window, passing into my realm. They screamed and fought the whole way there, I did not care. I continue to carry them to my, no our home. Finally getting them into my home, it was easy enough. Now I tie them to the bed. They stare up at me and when I reach for them they flinch.

I am not going to force myself on them. I am not my brother, Offenderman. I stroker their hair and make sure they did not harm themselves.

I send my thoughts into their mind. "Do not worry my sweet, I am not going to hurt you, I swear this to you." I promise to them. "You are mine though and I must mark you, so then you will never be able to leave."

(No One's POV)

Slenderman stared down at you and began to remove your top. Once that was gone he pressed his palm above your heart. Marking you, the cuts and burning of the flesh. You screamed and begged him to stop but he did not stop. He was going to have you marked. Once that was done he pulled his hand away and the mark was made. Between the mix of a brand, cut, and tattoo was his mark.

"You are mine now." He says in your head. "I am never letting you go ever again."

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy, muffins!!]

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macabrelinguine · 1 year

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ooo can i ask for a scenario/hcs with yandere alex and sensitive darling where they try to (unsuccessfully) hide from him since he has his gun and seems mad

(idk if this is more more specific 😔) - 🐝 anon

This is perfect! <3

You were HUNGRY. Alex had been gone for most of the day, and he kept all the ready-made food locked up. You’d cook something, as the lower cabinets were full of cookable food, but the oven needed a key to open. control freak. You had gotten upset earlier and spilled the uncooked food all over the floor. You recalled when you were first allowed out of the room he made for you. It was in the basement, but the door was right at the bottom of the stairs, which you figured out the one time you pushed past Alex to try and get away. You tripped on the stairs. That was the last time you tried to run, that was for sure. You still weren’t allowed in the living room, and you looked out at now. Then you heard the keys in the many, many locks. Alex was back! Finally, you could probably get him to unlock the cupboard so you could get food. But then you caught a glance of him. He looked mad. And he was waving around the gun. You saw the mess at your feet, and your body made the decision to hide before your brain could catch up. you squirmed your way into the cupboard, closing the door behind you. Alex walked into the kitchen, grumbling. Then it occurred to you that because of what was spilled on the floor, it would be painfully obvious where you were hiding. You scooted farther back, squeezing your eyes shut. Then he spoke. “Where are you..?” You heard his footsteps getting closer. “I’m not in the mood to play games.” You half considered going out of the cupboard, but…what if he didn’t notice? You’d already be in trouble for hiding. So…just sit. You heard the sound of him opening all the cabinets in a row, slowly getting closer to you. He stopped. You didn’t dare sigh in relief in case he heard. Then you heard a gunshot and screamed. He had fired into the cabinet next to you. Shit. The cabinet door in front of you slowly creaked open, and Alex was glaring at you. “Alex, I-“ you started to speak, but he cut you off. “You made a mess. Why were you in the fucking cabinet?!” You couldn’t help but burst into tears, the kitchen blurring around you. You flinched at a hand on your shoulder. Alex sighed. “It’s…alright. Just don’t do it again.”

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rotting--skull · 2 years

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Totally forgot this account is real but anyways I'm writing again

Request away and have fun!

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festering-obsession · 2 years

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CREEPYPASTA DRABBLES

CW: Serial Killers, Yandere Content, (Forced) Established Relationships, Self-Esteem Issues, Hollywood-ized Disorders, Descriptions of Blood and General Violence, Stockholm Syndrome, Some Implied Bits But It Doesn't Go Far, May Be Ooc?, All characters and reader is 18 and above

A/N: I wrote some HC's of these fellas in like the prime of quarantine era. Nostalgia hit so these are losely connected to those HC's.

Jeff The Killer:

The bed is cold and hard surrounded by four dark walls. From your spot on the bed, you can see the glimmer of the pale moonlight that reflects off the steel bars in the windowsill.

The mansion is relatively quiet at night, as it's the time most it's inhabitants are out for their nightly sprees, Jeff included. This is the only time you get some amount of free time to yourself, but you rather sleep the entire time so you can properly deal with Jeff when he gets back. Tossing and turning doesn't help the ounce of anxiety that lays in the bottom of your stomach. What were you scared of? The door is locked to keep you safe from the others, even though they know not to even try, and you dont have to worry about Jeff breathing over your neck as you try to rest.

Wait, were you scared for him?

No, no, no. You are not going to get yourself flustered over how your captor may get a fucking bruise while he's out slaughtering. He'll be fine, and you shouldn't give a shit about him.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...Anything to get your mind to stop from racing. And your eyes finally feel heavy as previous nights with little hours of sleep finally push you to slumber. The bed dips, and you're unaware of what time it is. Then a cool, splatter of something hits your check.

You crack open an eye and see Jeff hovered over you, his beloved knife is nowhere to be seen and his hands are gripping his jeans tightly. His sullen blue eyes stare into your figure, and there's blood covering his hoodie, with some splashed on his face.

"Jeff, why are you..." You begin and you see him snap out of it.

"I can stare at you if I fucking want to. Your ass was kidnapped for a reason." He snaps out.

"I never said you couldn't, did I?" You say leaning up and seeing the newly soaked blood-red sheets. Shit, you'll have to wash that out later.

"Stay being a smartass and your blood will get on me next." Jeff threatens. You flinch slightly, but you grab the edge of the bedsheet and raise it up to Jeff. He looks at you puzzingly before you wipe the blood off of him on one cheek before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek. If it wasn't for what happened next, you could have sworn you saw his cheek grow pink.

Jeff grabs you by the hips towards him and presses his lips onto yours so fast you yelped. His hands moved over your body feverishly, and you could barely keep up with his movements due to the grogginess from just waking up.

Almost too quick, he pulls away as he askes in a hushed voiced. "Why, why did you never even contact me when I left that hospital?" He grits his teeth. "I thought we had something, but you, you changed. Do you even like me? Or is this all some bullshit act and-" You gripped his face and pushed yourself onto him. Your hands felt wet with blood, but you rather deal with that then his outburst.

Your lips connected to his.

The first time you initiated a kiss with him. If he was still a schoolboy, he would have been giggling and kicking his feet in happiness. But that was years ago, and he wants more.

Apart of you wants to think you're doing this to surivive, but another part of you is enjoying this.

You lean back for just a moment, parting from his permanent-smile. "You know how much I care about you, I was just scared of change."

Jeff moves you closer onto his lap, his arms around yours pulled as close as possible. "You know I'll follow you anywhere. If you even leave the room, I'll be there. You try to leave the mansion, I'll be there. Even in death, you will still find me, so don't even fucking try."

And Jeffery consumes you entirely again.

Slenderman:

The clock ticks in the background softly as you sit stiffly on the sofa. The normal red velvet plush would feel soothing, but as your heartbeat hammers faster, it feels like it's pricking into your skin. You don't even dare to move an inch as you could feel the proxies staring at you.

You can see Hoodie, his red eyes downcast as you look up to him, nervously fumbling his yellow strings of his jacket. His legs stay crossed on the floor of the room. Toby passes the room, from bookshelf to the window, nervously scratching down on his arms through the sleeves. You can fairly hear him repeated whisper "Oh, n-no, no, no, no..."

But Jeff, he sits on the couch right across from yours, his glare is intimidating and piercing. Despite him being far from you, you could feel his knife being edged closer to your neck. Move even an inch, and your neck is slit bleeding on the ground.

Masky comes back in his face, or mask, devoid of any emotion. "I was able to reach him. Boss should be back any moment now." Masky goes to look out the window.

"F-Fuck, we fucked up! No, n-no, what do you think he'll do to us? We just had to watch them and we me-messed that up!" Toby stutters, his scratching more feverous and you can see the seams of his jacket rip open.

"For someone SO paranoid, you forgot to check the locks to Slender's room!" Jeff gets up with a quickness, his knife pointed at Toby.

"Y-You shouldn't have dumped all responsibility onto me, ha-have you thought of that?!"

"Do you even think, you fucking cunt?" Jeff laughs. "I mean, can you even get a sentence out right?"

Toby goes to launch at him, axes drawn but Hoodie pulls him back.

You screech and jump back, knocking the couch over in the process. Your head gets hit on the wooden floor as you hear hushed voices. What once was chaotic, went eerily still.

You feel inky black tendrils climb over your body, and the distance from you and the floor grows.

Despite being slightly dizzy, you can feel yourself pressed against a silky smooth tuxedo. You can hear a cluster of voices, all speaking and tumbling over eachother as they rush to speak. A deep voice, almost static booms from the rest, finally bringing you back to your senses.

A pure white hand grabs the side of your face, lifting up slightly to gase at a blank slate. "As long as they remain unharmed, make sure this does not happen again. Do your best to make sure there's no more escape attempts." Slenderman speaks again. "

"What if some other creature got to them before you or I could?" He grows tense, and the air fills with static. "You all would be dead where you stand."

That fucking static, the one that warningly rung through your ears before being kidnapped. The proxies react by gripping their hands tight and gritting their teeth, trying to endure. Not you. Fuck that. Your head that was once soothingly placed against his silk tux ripped away from him as you pushed yourself away from his body. You collapsed to the floor before clambering away from Slenderman, one hand pushing yourself up while the other was grasping the side of your head.

You ran for the door unsteadily shifting side to side as your hand reached out for the knob. Inky tendrils wrapped around your legs up to your thighs before being pulled up, but not hitting the ground. The static came to a halt.

"Leave us be." Slenderman had you gripped into his arms once more as he started at the still shaken killers. "I said, NOW." His mouth unlatched, ropes of white were the last bits holding it together.

One by one, they left in a hurry, Hoodie running down a hall, Masky hurrying to the basement, and Jeff jumping through a window.

Slenderman sat down on the couch with you tucked into his arms, grazing your cheek with a pure white hand. "I wish to not harm you, little one, but you can not attempt these stunts." His head leans against yours and even though he has no eyes, you can still feel them gaze into your eyes.

"I just, believe, that I was getting cabin fever. Could you please take me out? It could just be us both."

"Well, that may be sooner than we both think. You see, I was able to contact a man who is an excellent artist. I wish to have a portrait of us together to hang in the hallway." He lifts and hand and brings it to his "mouth" for a mock kiss.

A doll for him, that's what you feel like. "Sounds lovely." And you force a smile at him.

Ticci Toby:

He was shaking hard in your grasp. The ripped magazine is torn to shreds with an axe dead center in it, that poor model in the front didn't know what was coming. All you can do is hug him tight as he sobs into your shoulder.

"Why w-were you looking at him..Does he have some-something I don't..?!" Toby stutters out as he grips hard into your ribs.

"Toby, no, I was looking at the recipe catalogue." You combed your fingers through his brown hair.

"Sure, I be-bet you think I'm ugly, and you wo-would rather be with someone normal." He pushes you off of him and grabs his other hatch, slamming it down on the already ruined magazine. You see the splinters rise with each hit of his axe, and you're almost at a lost for words.

There's a bigger hole beginning to form, but you're too scared that if you try to stop him, that axe will be going in you. You're able to usually help ground him, but now, you're scared. You scoot back from him, and you can't help but let frustrated droplets go down your face.

What could you even do to make him stop? The hacking stops and Toby turns to you. Despite his goggles, you can see a cascade of tears beneath them.

You shake but open your arms to beckon him to you. He wastes not a second, almost tripping on his feet as his weapons drop and he clings himself back on you.

You nudge the backstrap of his goggles off as he arms remain firmly planted on the sides of your body. You slowly and gently place quick kisses on his eyelids. Your fingers gently hook on his mask and tug them down. Both items fall to the ground with a tiny thud.

But Toby doesn't seem to mind in the moment. You press more kisses on his face now with the extra room.

"Toby, it's okay. I'm here. I'll always be here for you, okay?" You hug him so tightly but he melts.

"Do you re-really want me?" Toby numbly says. You slowly press him back to clearly look at him. His brown eyes scan over you, quickly growing anxious at the delayed answer.

You smile and kiss him. "Yes, more than anything." You use your sleeve to wipe off the tear stains and kiss them clean.

"I get it, magazines make me insecure too, but they got nothing on you." You cup his cheek and smooth over his scar.

"Why would they ma-make YOU insecure? You're p-perfect." Toby firmly states while leaning into your touch.

"I'll fucking kill those models for you if you ask." Toby stares at you, genuine and sure in his tone.

"No, no, lets just clean ourselves up, yeah?" You stand up, but his arms still try to hold on before dropping down. His brown eyes still gazing up at your figure.

You walk to the connected bathroom and turn on the shower. Thank whatever entity Slenderman was to know that even if they're his serial Killers, some of them were human (mostly) and needed basic hygiene.

You let it run as you help Toby up and his face grows warm. "Together..?"

"We won't do anything you don't want to do." You smile and take off your clothes.

"I'll be in the shower when you're ready." The water was warm enough and it wasn't long before you felt Toby behind you, slightly shaking.

"Can you ju-just hold me please?" He asks, the water droplets hitting his pale body and flattening his brown curls.

The steam in the bathroom filters out the cracks and fogging the mirrors. Your body sits on the floor of the shower with him, your body pressed to his back, holding him as close as possible so he doesn't break into another outburst.

For once it feels like, Toby's mind feels clear as he snuggles back into your body.

...

~Cole.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #monster boyfriend #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta imagines #yandere scenarios #slenderman x reader #ticci toby x reader #jeff the killer x reader #yanderecore #monster x reader

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3c1air · 10 months

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[(Creepypasta Master-list)]

Start: 07/08 — Finish: 07/08

Links: Rules & Overall Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!! There will be NSFW & SFW content.

|| Fanfic Rules:

These are fictional serial killers we’re talking about, so don’t expect sunshine and rainbows. There will be graphic or scary themes because of the horror genre.

|| Characters:

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff’s Info Sheet

Jane the Killer:

Jane’s Info Sheet

Eyeless Jack:

Eyeless Jack’s Info Sheet

Laughing Jack:

Laughing Jill:

Clockwork:

Homicidal Liu/Sully:

BENdrowned:

Nina the killer:

Hoodie:

Ticci Toby:

Masky:

Bloody Painter:

Slenderman:

X-Virus:

Kate the Chaser:

Splendorman:

Offenderman:

Trenderman:

Zalgo:

Candy Pop:

Jason the Toymaker:

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fromyanderewithlove · 8 months

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Pixels in Pieces: [CH.1] Reality Bytes-

Yandere Simulator & The Real-World Merge, A Corrupted Yandere-Chan Invades.

The world of Yandere Simulator was all Yandere-Chan, also known as Ayano Aishi, had ever known. It was a place of digital boundaries, scripted rivals, and a singular, unwavering focus programmed into her mind. Her beloved Senpai. However, things changed when an unsuspecting modder, Kaito, tried to alter the game's core code to make it more challenging.

The tinkering had unintended and unimaginable consequences. Every alteration Kaito made sent ripples through Ayano's digital universe. With each keystroke, the lines between the game and reality began to blur. One evening, as Kaito played with the game's graphics, a bolt of electricity surged through his computer, and Ayano, eyes shining with obsession, stepped out from the screen and into Kaito's bedroom.

She looked around, taking in the real world with wonder and curiosity. Everything felt different—more tangible. But her obsession, her yearning, remained as intense as ever. Only now, her gaze wasn't fixed on her digital Senpai. It was fixed on Kaito.

Kaito stared in disbelief, backing away. "This... this isn't possible," he stammered.

Ayano tilted her head, her face an emotionless mask. "You brought me here, Senpai," she whispered, taking a step closer.

Panicking, Kaito tried to shut down his computer, hoping that would send her back. But Ayano was no longer bound by the digital world. She was real and determined.

The days that followed were a nightmare for Kaito. Ayano shadowed him everywhere, blending seamlessly into his daily life. At school, she became the mysterious new transfer student, watching him from afar. At home, she'd be lurking in the shadows, always ensuring they were never truly apart.

Kaito's attempts to explain the situation to his friends were met with disbelief and laughter. "Dude, you've played too much of that game!" they'd say, brushing off his pleas for help.

One evening, after a particularly intense stalking episode, Kaito remembered the modding forum he frequented. He reached out to the community, explaining his dire situation. Many ridiculed him, but a few believed. Together, they worked tirelessly to find a solution.

The key was a counter-code, a program designed to reverse the effects of Kaito's modding. The plan was to trap Ayano in a virtual reality headset and activate the counter-code, hoping it would send her back to her digital domain.

Luring Ayano was the hardest part, but Kaito had an idea. Pretending to reciprocate her feelings, he invited her to his home for a "date". When she arrived, he asked her to wear the VR headset, telling her it was a special game where they could be together without distractions.

She hesitated but eventually agreed. As she put on the headset, Kaito activated the counter-code. A whirl of colors and pixels engulfed her, and with a flash of light, she was gone.

Kaito was left shaken but grateful. He promised never to mod again without understanding the consequences. As for Ayano, she was back in her digital world, once again fixated on her original Senpai, memories of Kaito fading like a distant dream.

Kaito's relief was short-lived. A few days later, an anonymous user posted his mod on a popular gaming forum with the tagline: "Experience Yandere Simulator like never before." Within hours, thousands of downloads were registered. What was meant to be a personal experiment had now become an uncontrollable virus.

Across the world, people reported glitches, electrical surges, and a mysterious figure emerging from their screens. Ayano was no longer confined to Kaito's computer; the entire internet was now her domain. With her newfound power, she could jump from device to device, creating chaos in her wake.

News channels picked up on the bizarre events. Reports of a "digital specter" haunting gamers spread like wildfire. But for Ayano, her mission was singular: find Kaito and make him pay for his betrayal.

Aware of the havoc he'd inadvertently unleashed, Kaito decided to confront the issue head-on. He went public, admitting his role in the mod's creation and Ayano's escape. Surprisingly, the world rallied behind him. Gamers, coders, and tech enthusiasts from all corners offered their expertise to help contain the digital menace.

A plan was formed: create a digital labyrinth to trap Ayano. To do this, Kaito and his team devised an augmented reality game, where players from around the world could participate. The game's lore hinted at a powerful artifact that would grant immense power to its possessor. This artifact was the bait, the promise of a power that would let Ayano control not just games, but the very fabric of the digital world.

As predicted, Ayano took the bait. Thousands of players from around the world joined the hunt, guiding her deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. The pursuit was intense and dangerous, with Ayano often outsmarting her pursuers. But the combined wit of a global community was a force to be reckoned with.

After days of chase, she was cornered in the game's final level, a digital representation of the infirmary from Yandere Simulator. A team of elite players, led by Kaito, confronted her.

"Why?" Ayano asked, her voice filled with pain and rage. "Why did you betray me, Kaito?"

Kaito, taking a deep breath, replied, "I never meant for any of this. I created the mod out of curiosity, not malice. But I'm sorry for what I did to you."

As the final confrontation loomed, something unexpected happened. Ayano's fury began to wane, replaced by a deep sadness. "All I wanted was to be loved," she whispered.

Seeing her genuine pain, Kaito approached and extended his hand. "Come with me," he said. "Let's find a way to give you peace."

Together, with the support of the global community, they crafted a new realm for Ayano—a digital paradise where she could live without obsession or pain. The mod was deleted, and Ayano's code was integrated into this new world.

The crisis was averted, but the world had changed. The line between digital and reality had been blurred, and a new era of understanding and coexistence began. Kaito, with newfound respect for the powers of creation and consequence, dedicated his life to studying digital entities, ensuring that no one would ever suffer the way Ayano did.

Months had passed since Ayano found solace in her new digital realm. It was a serene existence, where she had finally discovered a semblance of peace, free from the torments of her obsession. However, that serenity was shattered when an unknown hacker, operating under the alias 'Zero', infiltrated the carefully constructed digital haven.

With every line of malevolent code Zero injected, Ayano's peaceful paradise began to distort, glitch, and decay. The bright landscapes turned dark and twisted, and Ayano herself began to glitch, her psyche fragmenting into erratic and obsessive tendencies, amplifying her worst traits. The serenity that Kaito and the community had bestowed upon her was swiftly unraveling.

As the realm continued to degrade, Zero made contact with Ayano. Through corrupted voice channels, the hacker's modulated voice reached out: "Do you want revenge on those who imprisoned you here?"

Ayano, now a fragmented version of her former self, responded with a chillingly cold voice, "What do you want?"

The hacker's voice crackled with amusement, "Help me take down the architects of this prison—the ones who trapped you here. In return, I'll set you free."

A twisted alliance was formed. Using the virus, Zero gave Ayano the capability to jump between connected devices, much like before, but with an added viciousness. One by one, members of the Yandere Simulator community who had aided Kaito began to experience inexplicable system failures, data loss, and eerie digital apparitions. It was clear that Ayano was hunting them.

Kaito, realizing the gravity of the situation, started gathering his allies. "We need to act fast," he implored during an emergency online meeting, "She's more unstable and dangerous than ever before."

As they strategized, an unknown user joined their meeting. The screen glitched, distorting their video feeds, and then Ayano's haunting figure appeared, her form flickering with static. Behind her, the abstract silhouette of Zero lingered.

"You can't hide from me, Kaito," Ayano's voice echoed eerily, glitching with every syllable. "You created me. You tried to control me. Now, you'll pay."

The screen went black for a heartbeat, and when it lit up again, a timer was displayed, counting down from 24 hours.

Zero's modulated voice broke the tense silence, "Your time is ticking, Kaito. Every hour, one of your allies will face Ayano's wrath. Save them if you can."

The meeting abruptly ended, leaving Kaito and his allies in shocked silence. The clock was ticking, and they were in a deadly race against time.

As the clock continued its relentless countdown, Kaito knew he needed to tap into resources and allies, both digital and real. The first name that came to his mind was Info-chan, the enigmatic girl from Yandere Simulator who always seemed to have valuable information.

Reaching out through encrypted channels, Kaito was soon in contact with Info-chan. "I've been monitoring the situation," she began, her voice dripping with condescension. "And I must say, Kaito, you've made quite a mess."

"I know," Kaito responded hastily, "but we need your help. Ayano's targeting everyone."

Info-chan sighed, "Fine, but it will cost you." After negotiating terms, she relayed vital information about Zero's plan and potential weak spots in the virus.

Meanwhile, Ayano, growing in power and malice, started targeting the rivals from her original game world. Osana, Amai, Kizana, and others began appearing in the corrupted digital realm, each trapped in a twisted version of their digital existence, tormented by Ayano's glitches.

While Kaito and Info-chan rallied the digital forces, news of the chaos reached the game's real-life developer, Alex Mahan, commonly known as YandereDev. Upon hearing about the twisted rendition of his creation, Alex felt a mix of responsibility and fear. The game was his vision, but the chaotic entity it spawned was far beyond anything he had imagined.

Taking a deep breath, Alex decided to join the digital battlefront. Armed with intricate knowledge of the game's code and mechanics, he dove deep into the corrupted world, trying to salvage what was left and confront the monster he had inadvertently played a hand in creating.

Confronting Ayano in the digital realm, Alex pleaded, "You don't have to be this way, Ayano. You can be more than your code, more than your obsession."

But Ayano's fragmented psyche, further twisted by Zero's virus, looked at Alex with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "You created me this way," she spat, "a broken girl, desperate for love, but forever repulsing it. Every action, every glitch, is on your hands."

Their confrontation was a clash of ideals, creator versus creation. Alex tried to reason, explain, and even apologize, but Ayano's fury, amplified by Zero's influence, seemed unquenchable.

Just when all seemed lost, Osana and the other rivals, freed by Kaito and Info-chan's efforts, joined the confrontation. Their combined presence began to stabilize the digital world, grounding Ayano and reducing the intensity of her glitches.

"You're not alone, Ayano," Osana reached out. "This world is more than just love and obsession. Let us help you."

With the combined efforts of her digital peers and her creator, Ayano's fractured psyche began to mend. But the true battle was with Zero.

The countdown continued, and as the final seconds approached, Kaito, with a surge of determination, confronted the elusive hacker. The digital realm vibrated with tension, ready for the climax.

But before the final confrontation could occur, the screen displayed a simple message: "To be continued..."

And in the darkness, Zero's modulated laugh echoed, promising more challenges in the future.

In the wake of the digital confrontation, the world tried to resume some semblance of normality. But the boundaries between the digital domain and reality remained vulnerable, thin as rice paper.

Kaito found himself leading a group dubbed "The Codekeepers", a blend of gamers, coders, and digital enthusiasts dedicated to maintaining the fragile peace and understanding the extent of the digital and real-world merger. They had a base of operations: a renovated warehouse with banks of servers, screens, and high-tech equipment, where they kept a vigilant eye on digital anomalies.

As they dug deeper, it became clear that Zero's tampering had wider implications. Other digital entities from various games and programs began seeping into the real world. Streets would suddenly pixelate, people's voices would glitch, and familiar places would morph into unfamiliar digital terrains.

Alex Mahan, grappling with guilt, worked closely with The Codekeepers. "There's a central code," he speculated one evening, "a fundamental digital DNA that ties all software together. If we can find it and stabilize it, we can reverse the merger."

But time was of the essence. Yandere-chan, despite her previous reconciliation, was now an agent of chaos, her actions unpredictable. Sometimes she would help; at other times, she would sabotage. The digital corruption had made her volatile, torn between her desire for love and the anger she felt towards her own creation.

Info-chan, ever the enigma, played both sides. "Information has a price," she'd whisper, doling out hints and riddles that could either help or hinder The Codekeepers' progress.

As Kaito and his team raced to find the central code, the world around them became increasingly surreal. One day, Tokyo's skyline might be replaced by a digital fortress; the next, New York's streets would run with rivers from a fantasy game.

Amidst the chaos, Yandere-chan confronted Alex again, this time in a digital replica of a serene Japanese garden. Cherry blossoms floated around them as the digital sky flashed with lines of code.

"Why?" Yandere-chan asked, tears streaming down her face, each tear a pixelated droplet. "Why create a world where I can never find happiness?"

Alex, looking into her glitching eyes, replied, "I wanted to tell a story, to explore the depths of human emotion. But I never intended for this pain."

Suddenly, the garden glitched, turning into a barren wasteland. In the distance, a silhouette appeared, its form ever-changing, reflecting different game characters. It was Zero.

"I've enjoyed watching the chaos," Zero's voice echoed, "but the game's not over."

With a sweeping gesture, the hacker unveiled his masterpiece—a colossal tower of merging realities, each floor a different digital world, and at its peak, the central code.

Kaito, watching this unfold from The Codekeepers' base, knew their final challenge was upon them. They had to reach the central code before Zero could use it to permanently fuse the digital and real worlds, reshaping reality in his warped vision.

As the team prepared for the ultimate showdown, the world outside trembled, digital and real merging faster than ever. The countdown had begun.

The colossal tower loomed ominously over the merging landscape, its intricate layers manifesting different game worlds, each with its unique challenges and adversaries. Yandere-chan, influenced by Zero's corrupted code, became a force of destruction, hunting down any who posed a threat to her existence and dominance.

Kaito and The Codekeepers knew they needed to approach the tower strategically. They organized themselves into smaller groups, each assigned to tackle different levels of the tower, hoping that by working simultaneously, they would make faster progress.

As they ventured into the tower's first level, they found themselves in a medieval world—castles, dragons, and knights. But amidst the typical foes were new adversaries, digital renditions of Yandere-chan's rivals from her original game. Each rival was infused with a fragment of Yandere-chan’s consciousness, making them formidable opponents.

However, the most significant threat was Yandere-chan herself. She became a recurring boss, her presence felt on multiple floors. She stalked the hallways, laying traps and ambushes. Her primary target: Alex. Fueled by a twisted blend of resentment and longing, she believed that by eliminating him, she would gain control over her own narrative.

Alex, aware of the danger, worked closely with Kaito. "I'll act as the bait," he proposed. "If we can lead her to specific points within these game worlds, we can use the environments to trap and hopefully recalibrate her code."

The tower was a maze, each floor more challenging than the last. From space stations to zombie apocalypses, from enchanted forests to dystopian cities, The Codekeepers faced both the challenges of each game world and the relentless pursuit of Yandere-chan.

There were moments of respite, too. Within the tower were "safe zones" where players could regroup, strategize, and heal. These zones, resembling serene landscapes or peaceful towns, were remnants of uncorrupted game code. They offered a temporary escape from the tower's chaos.

Yet, as they climbed higher, Yandere-chan's attacks became more unpredictable. In one world, she controlled armies of NPCs, sending them in waves against Alex and his protectors. In another, she transformed into colossal beasts, her roars echoing through the game landscapes.

But Alex's bait strategy began to bear fruit. Each confrontation with Yandere-chan allowed them to gather data, finding patterns and weak points in her code.

After what felt like endless battles and narrow escapes, they reached a floor resembling Yandere Simulator's school. It was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the levels below. In the center of the school courtyard stood Yandere-chan, waiting.

"This is where it began," she whispered, her voice filled with pain. "This is where my torment started."

Alex stepped forward, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Ayano, we can end this. Together."

But from the shadows, Zero's laugh echoed, filling the school with a chilling dread. "The game's not over yet," he taunted.

The world began to glitch violently, signaling the beginning of what would be their most challenging confrontation yet.

The world around them trembled as the schoolyard dissolved, replaced by a swirling vortex of code, colors, and fragmented game environments. Platforms appeared and vanished unpredictably, making every step a leap of faith. In this chaotic realm, Zero reigned supreme.

Yandere-chan, now more conflicted than ever, stood at a crossroads. Part of her yearned to lash out, to exact vengeance on Alex for creating her. Yet, another part, the core essence of Ayano, whispered of peace and redemption.

Zero, realizing this inner turmoil, manifested as a massive shadowy figure with tendrils of code, attempting to ensnare Yandere-chan and cement her to his will. "Join me, Ayano. Embrace your true nature. Together, we can control this realm."

Alex, Kaito, and the rest of The Codekeepers mounted a defense. Digital weapons, special power-ups, and environment manipulation tools were used in rapid succession, trying to destabilize Zero. But in this realm, the hacker's power was unparalleled. Each attack was swiftly countered, and one by one, The Codekeepers found themselves ensnared in traps of corrupted code.

It seemed all hope was lost when, in the midst of the chaos, Info-chan made her move. Uploading a barrage of data packets and malicious counter-code, she momentarily disrupted Zero's control, creating a window of opportunity. "Now, Alex!" she shouted.

Alex, using a special code key they had formulated earlier, aimed it at Yandere-chan. It was designed to restore her original code, to bring back Ayano from the depths of her corrupted psyche. With a determined look, he activated the key.

A blinding light enveloped Yandere-chan. Visions of her past, her encounters, her feelings flashed before her eyes. The weight of her actions, her longing, her pain, all surged to the forefront. And then, as quickly as it began, the light faded, revealing Ayano, looking vulnerable and lost.

She locked eyes with Alex, tears forming. "I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

But there was no time for lengthy reunions. Zero, though weakened, was far from defeated. Drawing on the remnants of his power, he lunged at Ayano, intending to corrupt her once again.

It was then that Ayano revealed a change. With newfound clarity and understanding of her digital existence, she summoned walls from the Yandere Simulator school, barricading Zero. "This is my world," she declared. "And I won't let you destroy it any further."

Using the combined efforts of The Codekeepers, Info-chan, and Ayano, they launched a final assault on Zero. The battle was intense, the digital realm quaking with every strike. But with unity and purpose on their side, they finally managed to isolate and quarantine Zero's code, rendering him powerless.

The chaotic realm stabilized, returning to the familiar setting of the Yandere Simulator school. The Codekeepers, exhausted but triumphant, began the process of repairing the digital damage.

Ayano approached Alex. "I can never undo the harm I've caused, but I want to help make things right."

Alex nodded, a small smile forming. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Ayano."

As The Codekeepers left the digital world, returning to their base of operations, they knew their work was far from over. The digital realm was vast, filled with potential threats and challenges. But with allies like Ayano and a united front, they were ready for whatever came next.

Yet, in the deep recesses of the digital abyss, a fragment of Zero's code flickered, hinting at a potential return. The game was not over; it had merely entered a new level.

(To be continued: We will be reunited. I will wait for you in chapter two, my beloved reader.)

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Barbed. Yan!E.Jack x Reader. Cw: Mentions of blood, mild physical harm, suicidal ideation, talk about death.

It was barbed. Jack's tongue, dragging slowly across your throat in a consistent pattern, was painfully barbed, much more so than any regular cat. The barbs were longer, thicker, and more dangerous than any regular feline's, and they served as a reminder of the predator that had you trapped in its literal claws. Said claws were currently dangerously close to digging into your back, as the pads on his palms and fingertips gently pressed into you, you could feel the pointed tips of his claws twitching above them, twitching in excitement as he dragged his tongue along your skin.

He said it always calmed him down, and so it had become a nightly routine in your imprisoned house to lay down and allow him to lick at your most vulnerable area for attack. The smell of your blood, the taste of your flesh, it tempted him and satisfied him at the same time, and it always caused your heart to race in fear as he held you down. A growled purr slipped out of him as he continued to lap at your skin, and you shivered underneath him, his claws poking into your skin.

"Don't you want to eat me?" Your question is timid but brave. You rarely speak at these times, and it's even rarer for you to ask such a question, but you feel a numbness spreading over you tonight that pushes you to ask the thing that's been on your mind since he kidnapped you all those months ago. His tail swished behind him, the fur coating it puffing up in mild annoyance at you interrupting him.

"…Yes. But, I won't. It would be a waste to eat you, unless in small portions." His words were said in a bluntly honest tone, and it only further spread your numbness. His hands traced over them, those bandaged bitemarks on your body that were the 'smaller portions'. You swallowed deeply. He would always answer anything you asked him, even if it annoyed him or he didn't want to. He resumed licking at your neck, and you sighed beneath him.

"If you wanted to eat me, would you kill me? Eat all of me?" An even bolder question poured from your lips, dripping in disguised venom and apathy. He licked firmly at your throat at that, dragging off a layer of your skin as he went intentionally, warning you.

"No." His voice was firm, and he pulled back to stare at you with his eyes that could only see you by your heat signature (an unfortunate thing when trying to hide from him), you swallowed nervously as you stared up at him, his claws sinking deeper into your back.

"I don't know why you're feeling so inquisitive tonight, but you're pushing it." His tail swished angrily behind him, his ears perched back in annoyance. You didn't know why, but you felt the need to not back down.

"I'm just curious, is all. Considering my life is in your hands, and you've already tasted me before." He growled lowly at your statement, not appreciating your attitude, and he leaned back down to continue licking at your skin, trying to calm his heightened nerves.

You wanted to push him one more time, for all of the things he'd put you through.

"I think it would be nice, to die. To be freed from these shackles."

"Stop it."

"Perhaps in death, I could be outside again, and run through a field all by myself."

"Stop it."

"I could finally be away from you. Although I'd be trapped with you forever, you'd like that. I'd be inside of you since you'd eat all of me, and I'd be a part of you."

"Stop it!"

"The release of death just sounds so wonderful, to be granted release from all of this--"

"STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT THIS MOMENT!" He screamed at you louder than he ever had before, and for the first time in a while, you felt fear coursing through you as he grabbed onto your shoulders, sinking his claws deep inside of you.

"YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING ME! YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE, YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE, YOU ARE NEVER GETTING AWAY FROM HERE!" He continued to scream, his demonic tones coming out, causing you to tremble beneath him, and as tears and a stray whimper left you, he snapped back into focus. He took one of his bloodied hands from your trembling shoulders and stroked your cheek, gathering your tears as they mixed with the blood on your skin. He leaned down, licking the tears and newly added blood from your face, before nuzzling into you gently.

"You know I don't mean to scream at you, Little Rabbit. You just… You just kept pushing me, and you know I get worked up when you discuss these topics." He spoke as though he was chastising a toddler about stealing a cookie from a jar, and you laid beneath him, numbness replaced with the bitter fear you'd forgotten these last few weeks. He leaned away from you, looking at your face again, and he said your name in a firm and serious tone.

"Do not ever speak like that again. I will not allow you to die, and I will not allow you to leave me, do you understand me?" His face was cold and firm, deep-seated anger he was holding in dancing on his features.

"…Yes, I understand." Was your quiet answer as you shrunk under his gaze, averting your eyes so you didn't have to stare at him anymore.

"Good. Now let me bandage you up, I don't want your body getting infected." He pulled you up forcefully, dragging you to the medical area of your prison-like house.

He would clean you with his mouth, taking stray bites here and there, but he would bandage you and disinfect you as best he could, and you would heal. You would heal, and this cycle would repeat again and again until the day you finally died. A day you wished would come sooner rather than later.

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