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A / N : Wooow. I took a long break from you guys. I'm so sorry D; but anyways, since I'll be on vacation tomorrow, I decided, "Why not right now?"
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It had been a few weeks since the incident, and thinking back to actually meeting your favorite creepypasta made your heart pound.
Absentmindedly brushing your / h/c / hair with your finger tips, your eyes wandered around aimlessly at the passer-byes that moved quickly; trying to get to class as soon as possible.
Wandering the hallways yourself, your mind reminded dully in the back of your head that you were venturing to Math.
You really only had one friend, but never really knew her real name. Pushing that aside, you continued to math and took place in your seat.
"Ms. / L/n /... Ms. / L/n /!" "A-ah, yes?!" Jolting awake, you stared up at your math teacher; Mrs. Korelle.
"No slacking in class, next time I catch you it's detention." "Yes Mrs. Korelle..." Slumping back in your seat, you glared at your fellow classmates who laughed at you.
They thought you were strange. Drawing 'fictional' creepypastas all the time, and not paying attention to the outer world.
"/ Y/n /!" A familiar voice shouted. Smiling lightly, you turned around to greet your best, and only friend, Mini. ( Yeah, it gets lonely not being apart of the story. )
"Hey Mini." "/ Y/n /, did you um... f-finish that drawing of Hoodie and Masky?" Blushing, the semi-tall redhead looked down at her now suddenly interesting shoes.
Chuckling at her, you shook your head at the girl, smiling as you took out the paper from your sketchbook. A beautifully drawn portrait of her favorite two.
Squeeing in delight, Mini snatched up the paper, hugging you tight to her chest, and ran out the classroom.
"Thanks / Y/n /!" Was the only thing you could hear as her hurried footsteps began to dissipate.
As thoughts of that night returned to you, you blushed, and shook your head, going on with the rest of your daily routine; not completely focused.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm not meant for this world at all... You thoughts began to overwhelm and overpower the lectures, but in a strange way, didn't make you upset to hear.
Maybe Mini and you just weren't normal enough for this world.
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It had been a few weeks since the incident, and thinking back to actually meeting your favorite creepypasta made your heart pound.
Absentmindedly brushing your / h/c / hair with your finger tips, your eyes wandered around aimlessly at the passer-byes that moved quickly; trying to get to class as soon as possible.
Wandering the hallways yourself, your mind reminded dully in the back of your head that you were venturing to Math.
You really only had one friend, but never really knew her real name. Pushing that aside, you continued to math and took place in your seat.
"Ms. / L/n /... Ms. / L/n /!" "A-ah, yes?!" Jolting awake, you stared up at your math teacher; Mrs. Korelle.
"No slacking in class, next time I catch you it's detention." "Yes Mrs. Korelle..." Slumping back in your seat, you glared at your fellow classmates who laughed at you.
They thought you were strange. Drawing 'fictional' creepypastas all the time, and not paying attention to the outer world.
"/ Y/n /!" A familiar voice shouted. Smiling lightly, you turned around to greet your best, and only friend, Mini. ( Yeah, it gets lonely not being apart of the story. )
"Hey Mini." "/ Y/n /, did you um... f-finish that drawing of Hoodie and Masky?" Blushing, the semi-tall redhead looked down at her now suddenly interesting shoes.
Chuckling at her, you shook your head at the girl, smiling as you took out the paper from your sketchbook. A beautifully drawn portrait of her favorite two.
Squeeing in delight, Mini snatched up the paper, hugging you tight to her chest, and ran out the classroom.
"Thanks / Y/n /!" Was the only thing you could hear as her hurried footsteps began to dissipate.
As thoughts of that night returned to you, you blushed, and shook your head, going on with the rest of your daily routine; not completely focused.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm not meant for this world at all... You thoughts began to overwhelm and overpower the lectures, but in a strange way, didn't make you upset to hear.
Maybe Mini and you just weren't normal enough for this world.
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Only twelve ? Part 4
Creepypasta x A lil bit chubby!With Pimpels!Reader
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After 10 minutes he woke up again , this time he seemed calm.
" Why am I here dork. " he growled. You looked at him and responded.
" Call me dork one more time and I'll hit you with the pan again. " You raised your hands with the pan. You shot a glare at him.
He looked at you like ' Are you serious'. You got closer to him.
" Why are you here asshole? "
" Well I was just gonna kill ya but you see. "
" How old are you? "
" Wow you are in my face , a killer , and what you ask
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“w-where am I?” you thought aloud. You had woken up, ready to face the next day at CP, only to find that…you aren’t in your bed. In fact, you aren't even in your house. Instead, you seemed to be in some kind of forest, everything’s dark, so it seems as if it isn’t even morning yet
You just sat there, eyeing your surroundings. A sudden pinch of fear ran though you as you realised that you might be in very serious danger. Getting up in a hurry, you prepared to run, but something stopped you in your tracks. Static. It was loud too, so loud that you collapsed where you stood. A massive headache preventing you
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“y-you do?” BEN watched you warily, checking for any signs of you lying, but seemed to come up empty
“yes, BEN. I don’t know everything, but Slenderman visited me last night, him and all of you creepypastas convinced me to help you all escape” it was getting a bit frustrating to have to repeat yourself over and over “but that’s not the point right now, I need you to help me spread that message around to the other creepypastas. We also need to organise a plan of escape, I know that you can manipulate technology, so I need your help”
“alright, but only if you do something for me” BEN
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Took me foreeever to update, I know. ;w; Just, ugh. Sorry. Anyway, here's the second chapter, and links to the other ones ;
Introduction ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Eyel…
Chapter One ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Weak…
Chapter Two ~ Here
Chapter Three ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Weak…
Eyeless Jack (c) Creepypasta
You (c)
Introduction ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Eyel…
Chapter One ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Weak…
Chapter Two ~ Here
Chapter Three ~ minism.deviantart.com/art/Weak…
Eyeless Jack (c) Creepypasta
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