CREEPYPASTA HEADCANONS

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I do creepypasta x reader headcanons.

NO SMUT, maybe a little bit of nsfw, but there will NOT be explicit sexual content. Okay I'll do smut lol

I don't do creepypasta x creepypasta.

I will not accept request like "Adult Slenderman x Child reader" unless they only have a cute friendship.

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Jane can't stand Nina, but whenever she sees her in a bad situation she tries to help just because she thinks Nina is a clueless teenager who didn't know better.

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Could you do teen (18-19) BEN x M! reader in a friend type ship? I was wondering if you could do reader maybe having a bad day and ben and him spending a day together and having a sleepover or and maybe napping/cuddling at night? Thank you in advance ;;

I never finished writing this one because I stopped being interested in this fandom some weeks ago, but I'm going to post what I have to get it out of my system lol

WARNING: DELICATE SUBJECTS, TRAUMA, SUICIDE AND HOMICIDE.

It was raining outside, a cold breeze made it's way to your warm body under the bed sheets and you tensed up.

You weren't feeling good, mostly because some of the pastas loved to do things that triggered your PTSD and you knew they were doing it on purpose.

Slender opened the door to your room and sat on your bed, noticing your tired and red face as a product of you crying all day and night and feeling kinda bad for you.

— Hey, you know they just want to bother you. Don't pay attention to them. — you sat violently on the bed, shaking and crying even more.

— HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO JUST FUCKING IGNORE THEM, SLENDER. IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, IT MAKES MY MIND REMEMBER THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY AND ME, IT'S FUCKING STUPID OF YOU TO THINK THAT SHITTY "ADVICE" WOULD HELP ME...— You tried to gain some warm again by wrapping yourself with the blanket. "— his blanket...—" you thought, immediately thinking about your dear friend: BEN.

Silence flooded the room, a loud sigh escaped from your mouth. —Hey...I-I'm sorry I screamed at you, I just-I…– Don't worry, my child. It's okay to let your feelings flow...Would you like me to call BEN? — he interrupted and offered. BEN was tormenting some player on a random videogame, it was his way to get his anger out of him. He never really tried to defend you, but you understood that this was because he was not very good with words and feelings, so he decided he'd better shut up and just stare.

Slender seemed to be focused on something, and then he relaxed his muscles.

 —He will be here soon. I hope you feel better by tomorrow. Good Night, (y/n). — he said as you just waved at him from your comfy and warm bed.

You started to think to distract yourself from the memories, and it just made it worse. You'll see, it's not pretty cute to know that your friends caused your sister to have a seizure and just fucking die in front of you and your parents, and that your friends were killed in your room by your own mother.

You can still feel their bodies hiding desperately under the bed, their screams, and the cries of your mother as she used your baseball bat to deform your friend's face until death.

You can still see the shadow of your father hanging from the ceiling.

It was really traumatizing, and it was a delicate subject for you to talk about, but when you first came here, walking in with Slenderman holding your hand, everything changed.

Obviously you started to kill, it was somewhat relieving just because you killed "the bad people", and you liked to stalk because of gossip, of course.

But when BEN came to your room screaming something about you taking his favorite console and videogames, something clicked on you. It was a weird strong feeling, a pretty cool one. The look on his face when he saw you playing his videogames, on his Nintendo Switch was priceless, he was blushing and a smile appeared on his face, but it turned into a frown when he saw your red puffy and teary eyes, being bright because of the light of the TV in front of you.

He stayed with you that night, both of you shared your stories and he saw something in your eyes that he just loved.

A loud knock -that sounded way more like a kick- on the door interrupted your memories, and you realized you were blushing and smiling. You sat on the bed, getting annoyed at the fucking idiot at the other side of the door who startled you.

— CHRISTMAS IS CLOSE, (Y/N), MAKE SURE THE FAIRY LIGHTS ARE...HANGING FROM THE CEILING LIKE SOMEBODY YOU KNOW...OR USED TO KNOW...BWAHAHAHAHW! — Jeff's annoying raspy voice screamed at you. Why was he doing this?

You later on your bed again, trying to ignore the hitting on the door.

You groaned in annoyance, what was taking him so fucking long? You wanted hugs.

The sound of  bit reached your ears.

— BEN PLEASE HUG ME. — You screamed while jumping off the bed. A pair of arms wrapped around your figure, squeezing you while a sigh escaped from his mouth. You hugged him closer to you, he was cold, you were warm.

— WH-...what...Are...IS BEN WITH YOU? —Jeff screamed again, sounding a bit weird.

— Yes I am with him, do you need something you fucking idiot? — you blushed again at his words.

— Are you jealous Jeffy? — you said while laughing. A small smile invaded BEN's face along with a light blush. He lifted a hand and placed it on your head, brushing your hair slowly.

— Yes he is jealous. — a monotone voice answered, it was Jane. You started laughing at how Jeff started screaming at her to mind her own business and to fuck off. BEN's smile widened.

Another weird 8 bit sound made it's way to your ears, and when you opened your eyes you found yourself at BEN's room. 

The led lights were on, and the tv had the Minecraft pause screen on it.

You realized that BEN's wasn't with you anymore, but soon you saw him lying on his bed, patting the empty space at his left side telling you to go with him. You smiled and jumped violently over the bed, suprising BEN who immediately grabbed the PS4 joystick to prevent you step on it.

This is the end of this story, if you want to continue the writing go ahead.

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BEN's teleportation (I think that's how you spell it) makes an 8 bit sound when it's used.

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fhhhhffffff im so shy-

hELLO

which creeps do you think have ~great~ dance moves, and who doesn’t?

i headcanon BEN as a pretty decent dancer, but reverts to the robot and fortnite moves if he consumes one (1) drop of alcohol

- Eerie

OH, COOL HEADCANON, BUT BEN HAS THE BEST DANCE MOVES BECAUSE WHEN EVERYONE IS TRAINING OUTSIDE HE STAYS IN THE LIVING ROOM AND PLAYS JUST DANCE LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW AND IF HE CONSUMES ALCOHOL HE WILL DO STRIPTEASE DANCE MOVES ON EVERYONE'S FACES

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The sweat drips from his ghostly face and the need for junk food and soda to regain the balance between his healthy and unhealthy atoms increases.

He lets out an inexistent breath, and starts to float again. His grey T-shirt damp with sweat. The water drops going down his forehead made him shiver, not-so-good memories coming back.

—Aw man, when did I get this bad at the game? —

He lowers his head in shame. Behind him, on the couch, was Jeff with his hand over his mouth trying not to alarm BEN.

—Nice outfit shawty. — BEN turns around, his neon pink puffy skirt moves along and Sally's princess crown falls of his head.

—YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT. —

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HAHSHAHHSHSHH Y E SS S S S SSSSSSS

you best believe he sports bright yellow leg warmers as well

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I'm going to hell-

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Challenge: name 5 things Zalgo likes and 5 things he dislikes.

LIKES:

Ancient tortures

Screams

Seeing the insides of the victim he's currently torturing

Using his powers to do simple tasks

Human suffering.

DISLIKES:

Human children

Walking

Talking

Being treated with extreme respect

Fans

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Challenge: name 5 things Trender Man likes and 5 things he dislikes.

LIKES:

Plaid skirts

School like wear

GUCCI

Dresses with pockets

High platforms

DISLIKES:

Animal print

Very pointy heels

Old clothing

FAKE POCKETS

Low waisted jeans

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A baby is crying in the woods, all alone. What shall happen? No one knows...

The baby is not alone.

The Rake can smell the fresh flesh from afar, and now it's time for a snack.

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What kinds of partners does BEN like?

BEN PREFERENCES:

He really loves green eyes.

But he doesn't actually cares about the physical aspect.

OBVIOUSLY you have to play videogames.

You keep beating him at every single game he suggests? Now he's ready to kill you with love. He finds this so hot.

You have to pay attention to him 24/7, if you don't his insecurities will bring out the worst on him.

He will make you sit on his lap to do any activity that doesn't involve moving from that spot.

Cuddles are extremely essential in the relationship. He will want to be the big spoon even if he's short.

You have to be ultra submissive.

He literally wants a fucking gamer maid.

He wants someone to love and be loved back, but he also wants to live his "single" life.

You're not allowed to speak when he is playing with his online friends.

He only lets you speak with Slender.

Extreme pda

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Could you do Jeff x female creepypasta reader that has also suffered a fire? I always thought that thats something they could bond over-

You slam your fists on the table's surface. Everyone's attention was now in your eyes.

You left your seat and pointed to Slender's hand.

—PUT THAT DOWN. — you screamed. Jeff started snickering, and reached to BEN's left ear, whispering a joke about (y/n)'s situation and vulnerability. You were sensing that some of the gas pipes were leaking, and a single little flame could fly all of you into burnt ashes. The sweat was visible in your forehead, and your eyes started watering.

Slender moved to you carefully, he knew exactly what was happening. You were remembering.

—Hey, (y/n)...calm down, nothing is going to happen. Breathe. Inhale and exhale...okay? — his voice was soothing, you started to feel sleepy. You closed your eyes for a minute, and there they were:

Screams, and horror faces. The skin of the children at the hospital seemed to melt slowly, and their eyes falling whilst loud screeches left their mouths along with their poor souls.

You, the main nurse, tried to help them get out of the burning place, but it was very late. The only thing you heard after that were the same dead kids saying it was your fault while pointing at you with their burnt fingers.

Suddenly, everything started spinning. The flames, the smoke entering your lungs, the heat of the room, everything was now gone.

— (y/n) you are here, with your family, don't let them break you down, they are already dead, you are a hero, you did everything you could. It's not your fault.— it was Slender's voice. You opened your eyes and stopped screaming after realizing you were actually screaming at Slender's “worried” face. Your breath was agitated, your color was drained and your hair was wet with cold sweat.

— (y/n), dear...go for a walk. — he recommended. You nodded slowly, still trying to stop your body from shaking violently. Everyone was looking at you, some with extreme worry on their faces, others were eating like nothing happened...and there was Jeff. He had a weird expression.

— I'll go with you.— he said. You were actually surprised, but you were too tired to question his decision.

Both of you walked in silence, the night sky was covered in stars, and the moon seemed to be a smile. Eventually, Jeff looked at your expressionless face, realizing how beautiful you are. This thought made him curious about you.

You never really told anyone about your life and why were you living in the creepyhouse, with Slenderman being a very important exception, and this made Jeff think of you as a very closed person. Basically, you never sparked his interest...until a few days ago, when he heard you talking with Slender about your constant nightmares about the fire.

— why are you looking at me like that? — your voice interrupted his thoughts. Thoughts about you.

—uhh...ah... I just...–You just WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE FUN OF ME? I HEARD THAT DISGUSTING JOKE YOU TOLD BEN BECAUSE YOU'RE USELESS ENOUGH TO NOT KNOW HOW TO WHISPER WITHOUT OTHERS HEARING. Idiot.— oh, wow, you snapped. He didn't even blink when you screamed all that to his cut “beatiful” face.

—What happened in that fire?— he asked with no remorse at all.

You slapped him, your soft hand having contact with his leather like skin. You covered your face, tears coming from your beautiful (e/c) eyes. This was an amazing show to Jeff, who was questioning why didn't he see the beauty in front of his eyes all this time.

—Pretty...— he said, loud enough for you to hear. Your hands left your face and you tilted your head confused.

— H-Huh...?— Jeff heard you and immediately hugged you, ignoring the fact that you were trying to get away from his embrace. His heart never had this unusual pace, his face felt kinda hotter and his skin was covered in weirdly shaped goosebumps. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

You sensed all his changes. Every single one of them, and your body tensed up, slowly corresponding Jeff's show of affection.

Both of you sat on the floor, and you started to tell him about the children's hospital you used to work in, and how a gas leak that you sensed but didn't pay attention to killed every kid. You never got over the accident, and you had to be locked up since you kept losing control over your body and harming others.

He listened very carefully and his eyes were glued on yours, finally being able to see all your bottled emotions and feelings. The way you described the situation made him feel something very weird but lovely, and the fact you lived something like him made his heart beat even faster.

After everything, both of you stood up, and hugged. Jeff cupped your face and stared at your eyes, he felt the oh so popular butterflies inside his stomach (or probably the three burritos he ate the night before at 3 a.m.), and got closer to you.

You felt this coming, and you were letting it happen.

The kiss, finally came. Jeff's lips were dry, the dried blood made his taste kind of bittersweet, and his left hand played softly with your hair while the right hand caressed your cheekbone.

Jeff felt the butterflies fly around him while your sweet, plump, delicious lips met his. He felt the need to have you with him forever, he wanted to be like this forever and ever...

Both of you broke the kiss. Your breaths were unbalanced and your face had a very red tone. Jeff, in the other hand, had a dreamy expression plastered on his face and his heart was beating at a inhumane pace. He quickly hugged you, trying to feel the butterflies again, and his hands brushed your hair with love.

Your expression fell again.

— Why are you doing this? — you asked.

— I...oh... I don't know... — his shoulders moved in a weird way, but everything about Jeff was weird so this was no surprise. You just let it happen...

—I think I feel something for you...— he whispered. Oh God he finally learned.

— I don't really know how to feel about this, I literally slapped you fifteen minutes ago. — you chuckled softly. Your soft laugh made his heart explode.

He took your hand and started walking back to the creepyhouse, not knowing that a weirdly tall tree with an inexistent face was watching them with a soft feeling of calm.

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fhhhhffffff im so shy-

hELLO

which creeps do you think have ~great~ dance moves, and who doesn’t?

i headcanon BEN as a pretty decent dancer, but reverts to the robot and fortnite moves if he consumes one (1) drop of alcohol

- Eerie

OH, COOL HEADCANON, BUT BEN HAS THE BEST DANCE MOVES BECAUSE WHEN EVERYONE IS TRAINING OUTSIDE HE STAYS IN THE LIVING ROOM AND PLAYS JUST DANCE LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW AND IF HE CONSUMES ALCOHOL HE WILL DO STRIPTEASE DANCE MOVES ON EVERYONE'S FACES

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The sweat drips from his ghostly face and the need for junk food and soda to regain the balance between his healthy and unhealthy atoms increases.

He lets out an inexistent breath, and starts to float again. His grey T-shirt damp with sweat. The water drops going down his forehead made him shiver, not-so-good memories coming back.

—Aw man, when did I get this bad at the game? —

He lowers his head in shame. Behind him, on the couch, was Jeff with his hand over his mouth trying not to alarm BEN.

—Nice outfit shawty. — BEN turns around, his neon pink puffy skirt moves along and Sally's princess crown falls of his head.

—YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT. —

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RULES

I do creepypasta x reader headcanons.

NO SMUT, maybe a little bit of nsfw, but there will NOT be explicit sexual content.

I don't do creepypasta x creepypasta.

I will not accept request like "Adult Slenderman x Child reader" unless they only have a cute friendship.

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Guys please I have nothing to do until next Friday and I'm kinda bored lmao requeeesst

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How you met them

Jeff:

Your parents had to send you to a boarding school due to them being extremely busy with their jobs and them wanting a very intelligent and we'll behaved kid.

Well, things never went like that. Your first weeks in that place were decent, but with the passing of the days, the teachers started to show their true colors.

Some of them were nice, others way more strict but still friendly...and the PE teacher. The school assigned your group a male weird teacher, that was cool with you on your first classes, and then things got perverted.

You wanted to get out of that place and he was the main reason, but also your only hope. He said he would run away with you and be happy, and that's what you did...well, with the exception you tried to knock him out to have time to escape using a fire extinguisher, but it seems that you hit him way too hard in the head.

Luckily you were able to run away fast, and you decided to hide inside an old looking house. Karma, that house was the one where Jeff and his brother grew up together. Jeff was casually walking around the place, and he saw something moving.

He was ready to kill you but then he saw your face, your expression...your eyes.

There was murder in your eyes. Your soul was no longer pure.

“—What the fuck do you think you're doing inside my house? —”

“—GAH! I am so sorry, please, don't tell anyone I'm here...they'll lock me up oh my god. —” And then, you fainted. Jeff took a deep breath to calm his anger, and decided to take you to the Creepyhouse to torture you.

At the end of the day, he never harmed you. He literally just forgot that you were in his room chained up to the wall and your mouth covered with masking tape because Eyeless Jack wanted to show him a dead squirrel that he found earlier.

Later, he went to his room and decided that before killing you he would chat a little bit to know why were you inside his old home.

Nina:

You talked to her at school before, but when she appeared in the news something was extremely off.

"—Someone or something is watching me... —” you thought. The feeling was uneasy but somehow safe.

Later at night, you were laying in your bed crying. You missed Nina. A lot, even if you two chatted a little bit at school.

You were sobbing terribly.

“—...Nina, please...I hope you are okay now... —”

After that sentence, a very loud sound startled your ears. You sat up in your bed and looked at the door: Nina.

“—Please, come with me. We'll live a better life now. —” you had to admit that your decision was kinda weird and stupid. You were living a cool life now, why would you start another one with her?

Oh, yeah, probably because she is holding a knife to your throat.

Eyeless Jack:

You were carefully walking through the forest, looking for some animals to kill. This was your only source of food due to your house and family being far away from everything in a little abandoned town.

You found a rabbit and tried to shoot at it with a big rock but it ran away. You gave the first step to run behind it but unluckily you stepped on a trap that tied you to a nearby tree with a chain.

Three hours passed, and the sun was going down. You were extremely hungry, dizzy and scared. The fact that you heard heavy footsteps didn't help at all.

“—Oh, cool. —”, you heard someone say out loud.

“— Can you please get me te fuck out of here? I am so hungry I think I'm going to die, oh God. —” your stomach growled loudly.

The strange masked guy walked slowly to you, and lowered his head to your ear.

“— Would you eat... something weird? —”, okay, this dude's vibes are extremely off.

“— I'll eat anything. —” and with you saying this, he pulled from his blue hoodie something that looked like a human organ. Ok, now you were scared shitless.

“— E A T. —” he said while getting that thing in his hand closer to your mouth.

You ate it all. What the fuck.

He took you to an abandoned place and when he asked if you wanted to stay here you showed that you didn't really care about your family or friends, proving him that you are one of them.

Sally:

You had a sister that was similar to her, but one day, she was kidnapped from school. This bad news affected your whole family and life.

One family in particular never gave up. Nope, it wasn't your family, they were the Williams.

A couple that once had a beautiful and innocent child, a family that broke apart because of a dirty man that ruined their lives, a family nobody really talked to due to the depressed aura around them. A family that had a daughter.

You always loved them because of the way the acted towards you. They treated you like you were one of them. They told you about their dead daughter and why they wanted to help you.

Still looking for your sister, you decided to have some time alone, some distraction. You went to the graveyard to talk to Sally's tombstone to tell her what's happening right now and how you feel about it.

You found it. It was kinda isolated, away from the other graves. This one had dead tulips, now you're replacing them with fresh and beautiful white roses.

“— H-Hi, Sally...I... —” you felt dumb, and numb.

“— I wanted to talk to you about my life. I know we never met, but I'm pretty sure you were a beautiful and full of life young girl. Your parents miss you so much, and that's why I'm here. My little sister...she....she was kidnapped some month ago and I-I'm really scared about what could be happening to her right now and I-If she's being raped, or if someone is selling her, or...or...—”, the ambience was weird. You took a deep breath.

“— what if she's dead? —” you were sobbing right now.

Something poked your leg.

“— Let me help you. —” when you looked down, you were met by two beautiful green eyes. Sally is by your side.

“— Go to the Michael's Mafia House. He has your sister. I'll bring some friends to help you, okay?—” you hugged her. Her voice was similar to your little sister's one.

Sally disappeared and adrenaline was running through your veins. You went to your house and immediately started looking for one of your favorite knifes from your dad's collection. When you were passing by the living room, you saw your beloved mother lying on the old couch, staring at your sister's picture. You smiled.

You started running towards the place Sally told you to.

The friends she was talking about were some creepypastas, they helped you to get to the boss office and encouraged you to kill him, wich you did. And you enjoyed every single second of it.

At the end, you found the place were your sister was kept captive and freed her and the other people trapped in there. She had clear signals of abuse like the other victims. You felt so angry, but she was okay. Everything was going to be better now, right?

Well, no. The rest of the mafia started looking for you and your family, and they had to move. Things were never the same, you started killing all the guys that showed up to your door to harm your people, and this interested Slenderman.

You ended up visiting the creepyhouse once a month because you had to stay with your family to protect them from the mafia.

Slenderman:

This is the same story as Sally's one. Sometimes you bring your sister with you to play with Sally, and while they played you talked with Slenderman about a plan to get rid of all those mafia members.

He wanted to help since he saw your potential, but he thought that the fact you had to protect your family slowed down your progress at training to be a murderer.

You felt extremely satisfied when you killed, and this was the other reason why you wanted to keep training with him apart of wanting to protect your family at all costs.

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I'm sorry if there are some misspellings or weird incoherences, english is not my first language and I made this blog because I wanted to practice my English, writing and drawing skills all at once lmao

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Are you a fan of ej?

YES

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POV: You wake up to see Sally above you. "He's in my closet." She mumbles. The little girl guides you to her room, which you are met face to face with her overly creepy closet. What do you do?who do you find?

You know what's happening. You step into the closet and find a dead man with a smile carved on his face.

Sally screams and cries while you hug her, trying not to react the same way. Slender comes into the room and sees what's going on, he is angry af

Jeff peeks behind the door frame and laughs loudly, a victory smile plastered on his cut face, then he sees Slender's "face" and runs.

You try to calm Sally but eventually you start crying too. Both of you fall asleep after hearing screams coming from Jeff's bedroom.

While you two are sleeping, Slender stands behind the room entrance with some blood splattered all over his body, twitching a little bit...but you can sense the invisible fatherly smile on his face.

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I drew something to go with it, I’m not the best at art tho :/

Pov: Sally’s telling you about him being in her closet.

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and yes i gave her gap teeth don’t question me

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THIS LOOKS AMAZING OHMYGOD❤️✨💖✨

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How would jeff act in a relationship with a person he really genuinely likes?

If their S/O is not a Creepypasta:

He would act all shy around them

He would giggle at night because of him thinking about them

He would try to convince Slenderman to let him kidnap them

Some of their friends would disappear out of nowhere

Their parents will notice someone stalking their daughter or son, and they will want to move out of the town with them. This is where Jeff decides to kidnap them.

He will take them to his room and hide them in the closet.

They will try to convince Jeff to let them go but nothing happens

He would NEVER harm them

Eventually Slender will find out about them and allow them to visit them whenever they want. Jeff is sad because they have to leave.

Jeff meeting their parents...

Nothing went good

His s/o parents will try to move without him knowing. Always fails.

They will accept the relationship. It's just a matter of time.

He will try to make them kill somebody

He is always trying to make them a Creepypasta even if they don't want to

If their S/O IS a creepypasta:

Oh lord he would be so happy to go in a killing spree with them

Yandere Jeff

He loves when the insanity takes over his s/o

The person would be COVERED in gifts, mostly revealing clothes and knifes.

He tends to pass out when both are physically close.

Bone crushing hugs

If another creepypasta flirts with them he will go completely insane and will try to harm them.

He will always kiss them in front of people. He loves to see them flustered.

EXTREMELY POSSESSIVE

He would NEVER get angry at them

He kinda likes it when they are crying, but he would NEVER say that out loud.

Loves every single inch of them

If they have to take some kind of meds, he will always remind them about it and he will make sure they take it.

He's extremely clingy, he wants to do EVERYTHING with them.

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I really like to write these kind of things aaa

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I'm back! :) Do you think Slender has a pulse or no?

Yes, he has. He can get tired like a human being, and he needs rest like everyone, but I think he's way stronger than a normal person.