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Jeff the Killer x Reader: Bad Feeling~Enjoy motherfuckers...jk jk, I love you all <3
(Name)- Insert your name here
(E/C)- insert the color of your eyes here
(B/D)- insert your bed design here(example-purple and black checkered bed)
(C/T)- insert your curtain design/theme here
(R/C)- Insert the color of your room here
(D/N)- Dog name
There was always this... feeling... And this voice. This was a small, almost unnoticeable voice in the back of her head. It always sounded like it was pleading. And it sounded exactly like her voice too. It would come when he was around. But she chose to ignore it.
'Run.' It would cry. The feeling that came with it would pound against her heart, like the pounding one would get when the person they love would be near, or interacting with them.
But this pounding hurt.
(Name) is a strong person. But her strength blinded her from logic and taking the time to think things through. So when the day came when her child hood best friend, Jeffrey Woods confessed t
Male!Reader x Santa x 2Male!ReaderHahhaaaa.... :icondrunkplz:
I Saw (1Name) Kissing Santa Claus
(2Name) woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one small box that looked like a (fav small thing/toy).
Then (2Name) noticed that (1Name) was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
(2name) thought that he would surprise (1Name). Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him. That always made (1Name) laugh.
(2Name) crept silently down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its bright Christmas lights, and the presents, heaped up together, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and (1Name). Kissing someone.
(2Name) was so angry, he picked up the nearby T.V. remote from a table and threw it towards (1Name), barely missing him.
The Little Angel That Fell From Heaven EJxA!ReaderA soft breeze brushed through the air, rattling the early crisp Autumn leaves that decorated the branches on trees all around the field of large towering towers of bark. Red, brown, and orange-yellow leaves adorn not only the trees, but the twig-riddled dirt ground. Due to the lack of leaves on the clutter of trees, more sunlight was able to pour into the usually dark crowd of trees. It was truly a precious sight. So was the fluffy silk white clouds that floated lazily across the blue sky, once in a while blocking the Sun's rays from shining, dimming the Earth's surface.
The crunching the dead leaves echoed around the usual eerie forest, breaking the silence. A dark figure trudged passed the lanky trees, stepping over fallen branches and hopping over holes and slopes. He was swift and graceful with each step and leap, easily dodging the intacted arms the bark towers had. He knew this forest like the back of his grey hand.
Eventually, he made it to a part where the trees were more sprea
Jane x Fem!Reader:COMM:- World War TickleWARNING: Yuri. Fluffy Yuri. Don’t like don’t read.
“Jane! Ah! Stop that, it tickles!” You flinched back as Jane’s petite pale fingers jabbed at your side, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. She pulled her black lips up into a smirk.
You were sitting on your couch reading a story on your tablet when your Creepypasta friend decided to stop by. After catching up and had lunch, she decided to stay for a while since she had nothing better to do. You went back to reading and she watched T.V beside you, scowling when the News showed another murder from the man Jane hates the most. After getting pretty deep into your book, you began to feel jabbing at your side. That is where we’re at now.
“Ticklish huh, sweetheart?” She teased. She always gave you nicknames like that, but you never thought much about it. You bit your tongue holding back another giggle and sm
Freaks"There is many ways to get hurt. Whether it be tripping over that back pack by that girls desk, or accidentally burning yourself on that steaming hot cup of coffee. Maybe even by the words your being called everyday."
When I was a kid, I was known as the shy girl. You had to come to me if you wanted to be my friend. I was too afraid to make friends on my own. I was paranoid about what would happen if I said the wrong thing or if you didn't want to be my friend. No, I didn't become this way by negative experience. It was just how I was growing up. I like to blame it on how my parents would always warn me about how cruel the world could be. It was only a rare moment when something good about the world was told to me. My parents grew up with rough lives, either being poor or living with a harsh family. Because of that, they were only showed the negative things in the world, and since that's all they had to show, that's what there children grew up learning. My parents never b
BEN Drowned x Reader:COMM: My Guardian Angel(Hair L/C)= Hair Length and color
(Name)= Insert your name here
(E/C)= Eye color
(F/F)= Favorite Food
(F/D)= Favorite Drink
(F/C)= Favorite Color
(Bully)= Bully's name
(2nd Bully)= second bully's name
You were currently walking down the cracked pavement to your home, plucking spit wads from your (Hair L/C) hair. You see, you weren't the most popular student in school. Far from it. Let's just say, the other students and you weren't the best of companions. You don't know why they decided to target you of all people. You were sweet, caring, and respected others. But you only got tormented in return for your kind actions.
You sighed, approaching the steps up to your front door and coming into the warmth and comfort of your home.
"I'm home!" You called, taking off your shoes and jacket.
"I'm in the kitchen!" You heard your older sister holler from the kitchen. You made your way there, pulling one last spit wad out of your hair and tossing it near the trash can as you passed it. Neffy was
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
SoullessI traded my soul for a little more life
And was given a body that isn't mine.
Now I've been employed by death
To be a gatherer of souls.
I use the one life I was given
To destroy the lives of thousands.
Why did I make such a choice?
I should have let myself die.
I never deserved a second chance.
I never deserved power.
Now I must use it for evil.
There's no good in this world.
Evil has swallowed us whole.
All that's left is rotting souls.
Where is your god?
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
DriftingMarkings on the wall
Burning inside my brain
And driving me insane
I fight and I scream
But it's no use, it seems
Madness will take over
And claim me as a prisioner
This timeThe wheels
and a hard place,
and I can't charm
And I'm not sure
what it wants from me
My forest feedsMy forest has no trees,
and why should it?
It's made of limbs
and salt crusted joints.
It is a horrible place,
but it is mine-
the way you soon will be.
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
Rulers of the ForestDark and misty
Kind of trippy
feel the cold breeze
A shiver a fear
You sense something near
A giggle, a cackle
Watching your every move
Every step, every groove
Only a small bit of light
Unfortunately its no bright
Their sharpening their weapons
ready to have some fun
For you are it
They'll chop you to bits
Eat your organs
Tie you up
Leaving you hanging
Your life is diminishing
No more happiness
here in the forest
For you have just met
The Rulers of this Dark Forest.
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