Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Gets Creepy-Napped (Part Two)

BEN was happy. Fluffy was sleepy. You were hungry and ordered pizza.

Dark Link

It had been a whole year since Darkness had gone missing.

In that time, you had lost your eye in a terrible accident along with your leg and left eyebrow.

Then you had gotten a sex-change operation and officially became Mr Y/N.

Lastly, you got a botched nose job which caused your nose to be replaced with an elephant's trunk.

And you grew a tail and neko cat ears.

And was the first person to give a virgin birth to a live goat made out of Swiss cheese.

Just kidding! It had only been, like, three days.

Toby, Hoodie and Masky hadn't been in the mansion lately because they were scouring the entire area for him.

In fact, none of the creepypastas were in the mansion at all. Even L.J was keeping his distance (In fear that he would somehow die despite being a killer clown with claws and teeth which were sharper than knives)

With that sort of combined effort, it didn't take long to find him.

You received a call late one night.

"Y/N! We've found their hideout!" Masky's voice said excitedly.

You were instantly awake and listened closely as he rattled off an address.

"I'll be there ASAP!"

*Timeskip of half an hour*.

You arrived at the abandoned house.

"Damn Smile Dog and his stupid walkies..."

Yes, the journey would've only taken fifteen minutes but Smile Dog had insisted on taking a midnight walk around the block.

And with that terrifying smile of his, who could refuse the demonic dog?

It seemed that the creepypastas had already done their thing. The walls may have been a faded tan color but it was impossible to tell with the fresh coat of blood.

Eyeless Jack was sitting nearby, gleefully gorging on a pile of kidneys.

"Upstairs," was the only thing he said.

Without waiting for anything, you ran up the stairs.

You passed by Sally in the hallway. She was dipping her fingers in a pool of blood and using it to draw funny faces on the wall.

Masky had taken a quick cheesecake break at some time during the killing spree, evident by the crumbs.

Hoodie and Toby were already in the room by the time you got there.

"H-He's i-in p-pretty b-bad s-s-shape."

Darkness was sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.

His clothes were torn and bloodied, his hair was a tangled mess and his body was covered in evident bruises and cuts.

"What the hell are you just standing around for? Get him to a hospital!"

Luckily, it looked a lot worse than it was.

Dark Link recovered from his sorry state in about a week

He wouldn't tell you exactly what happened to him, mainly because he knew that you would get upset.

But apparently the gang had overpowered him and taken him hostage, planning to ransom him for more drug money.

(L.J and Smiley's ones are the same so...)

At the Creepypasta Mansion...

Laughing Jack cautiously poked his head around the front door.

"Hey... Where is everybody?"

He quietly came in, wearing a bucket over his head for protection.

"Oh I get it! They must be all out, searching for the missing creepypastas!"

A weak scream echoed around the eerily ghostly mansion.

The monochrome clown looked up.

"Is Smiley still here? But then why does everything look so dusty and unkept? The vacuum cleaner can work on its own as long as someone turns it on."

L.J heroically abandoned the bucket for it's own safety and padded upstairs.

Another cry bounced off the walls. It sounded like it was coming from a dry throat.

He peeped around the corner before tiptoeing down the hallway, having the common sense to keep quiet.

"Your screams just don't sound satisfying anymore!"

There was a cracked screech of pain.

L.J recognized both of the voices and ducked down to remain out of sight as he snuck into the surgery.

"Smiley" was standing by the operating table, a blood-dripping scalpel raised high.

"It's just lost that... That thrill. You're useless to me now!"

The scalpel went plunging down...

Only to be sliced cleanly in half and clatter to the floor.

Before Smirky could react, L.J sank his claws deeply into his back to the point where they poked out of his chest.

With a gasp, he stiffened up.

"This is for whatever you did to Smiley!"

Let's just say that the monochrome clown soon threw him out of the window. Or at least, the two halves of him.

After dusting off his hands, L.J ran back to the operating table.

"Smiley! Come on! Wake up! Wake up!"

The not-so-good doctor was completely unconscious.

There were several used syringes scattered around the floor along with some other scalpels which were disturbingly twisted or broken.

"Smiley! Smiley! SMILEY!"

No answer.

His coat was stained with red and had been torn apart, exposing his torso which was littered with small surgical incisions.

L.J finally used a last resort.

"DOCTOR SMILEY! DOCTOR SMILEY! MY NOSE! YOU HAVE TO FIX MY SWIRLY CONE NOSE!" He screamed at the top of his voice.

With a groggy groan, Smiley's eyes fluttered open.

"L-L.J...?" He coughed, a dribble of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

The monochrome clown beamed.

"Yep!"

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Smiley fainted again.

L.J scratched his head awkwardly.

"Is there a doctor in the house?"

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It's one thirty in the morning and my battery is almost dead. You're welcome :D.