Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Gets Creepy-Napped (Part Two)

Jeff the Killer

Due to the special circumstances, Jeff was being held in a white padded cell until they could carry out his death sentence.

His knife was confiscated and he was honestly getting bored as hell.

They hadn't even let him keep the chocolates.

"Even the electric blender's instruction manual was more interesting than this dump," the psychotic killer sighed, falling flat on the ground and folding his hands behind his head.

There was no clock, so he didn't know how long he had been there for.

Jeff passed the time by stretching out his smile and then letting it bounce back into place.

Then he started trying to puff up his cheeks and giggled whenever the air escaped through the slits.

Lastly, he just laughed his head off for no reason and rammed himself against the walls purely out of boredom.

You and Slenderman appeared in a burst of teleportation-ey-ness just as he was dancing around the cell with no pants on.

"Er... Jeff?"

Jeff stopped chanting about the sugar plum fairy and quickly pulled up his dress pants again.

"It took you long enough!"

Slenderman did a faceless face palm.

"I do not wish to know, child..."

BEN Drowned... In ribbons?

After a long and exhausting flight to the North Pole along with Fluffy, you finally reached the workshop.

There were a giant snow guardian by the main swirly gates.

"Time to put Frosty the Snowman to sleep...," you muttered, taking out a can of 'Snow Sleepy Spray'.

Just don't ask about the spray. It was a discount buy on eBay by someone called "CheeseyPancakeWaffle4Ever" which may or may not have been the secret account of the three creepypasta proxies.

After the mighty guardian fell, sneaking in became a breeze.

Fluffy was used as a distraction to deter the elves.

Whilst they were overwhelmed by the adorable fluffiness of the cute white bunny, you tiptoed across the red carpet and over to where BEN was being held hostage.

You burst in, spray in hand.

"I'm here, BEN!"

The little elf looked up from his game with a mouth stuffed with candy.

"Go away, Y/N! I've found new family!"

You gasped and put a hand over your heart.

"Good lord... He's got Stockholm Syndrome already!"

Well, BEN clung onto the screen and refused to let go, screaming that it was 'the only one who understood him'.

You ended up walking out of Santa's workshop with BEN under your arm and a massive plasma T.V screen trailing in the snow, the cables all held firmly in his grasp.

The following week, you received a present which fell down the chimney.

Inside was a snoozing Fluffy, who looked very content nestled down in the bedding.

Along with a note telling you that it was alright if BEN kept the giant T.V because apparently he had been eating them out of house and home.

In other words, the elves didn't want him back.