Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

You Get Excited

(@CrystalDragneel suggested this one, so here's a cookie! Yep, I'm in a hurry today, can't say much! (.:::.))

Jeff The Killer

It had been a drab day for you, let's put it that way. D/N 'accidentally' peeing on your sandalled-foot during morning walkies had only been the start.

What followed had been like something out of A Series Of Unfortunate events without Lemony Snicket's witty narration. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, in the most infuriating ways possible.

At the end of the day, you were exhausted and ready to hit the hay. Only, the hay refused to be hit. Because BEN had borrowed an industrial crane and used it to steal your bed, toilet, and kitchen cupboards.

You sat grumpily on a counter in the kitchen and sipped marshmallow-free hot chocolate, grumbling about how it was a fine way to spend New Year's Eve.

All of a sudden, D/N became the harbinger of change when he/she came scampering inside with Jeff's boxers clamped firmly between his/her jaws.

The crazy pooch nicely stepped through the dogflap and was gone, probably parading his/her find to the entire neighbourhood.

You turned your head just in time to see Jeff lumber through the doorway, dressed only from waist up this time. "C-Come back with those...! Ugh.... Tha-that dog...."

Smash! The cup of hot chocolate became an accessory for the floor. Your eyes were positively bugging out of their sockets.

Unfortunately, Phantom passed out from a nosebleed before she could gather any more details.  Again.

BEN Drowned... In his love for Doritos?

Sunlight was streaming gently through the curtains.

The room was airy and your bed felt like the comfiest thing in the entire known universe, maybe even beyond that a bit.

Your eyes fluttered open, while your mouth became a smile. BEN was trailing soft kisses down your neck and shoulders, passionately.

Had he been possessed? Brain damaged? Lobotomised?

Whatever it was, you liked it.

Until you actually turned your head to meet his gaze and saw him vacuuming up Doritos like a demented elvish version of Pac-Man.

Yes, he'd accidentally spilt a packet of them over your face whilst you slept and was actually just really, really hungry. And apparently had no sense of hygiene.

You booted him off the bed with a disguised yell, throwing a brick at him for good measure. Where did the brick come from, you may ask? That's still a mystery.

Dark Link~

Unfortunately, Phantom passed out from a nosebleed within the first five minutes of this scenario. So all she's got is whatever the camera managed to catch before it was stolen by the ghost of Puss- er- C/N.

You were curled up on the couch in your pajamas, thinking of all the depressive things that'd ever happened to you. Most of all, how much you missed your deceased pet Pussy.

"I miss my snuggle-buddy!" Was wailed to the heavens, which was definitely an improvement compared to last time.

The television's commercial break was stretching on forever. Displaying advertisements for cat food really wasn't helping the situation.

All of a sudden, two familiar arms draped themselves leisurely over your shoulders. A head rested lightly on your shoulder.

"You called?" Dark Link purred in your ear, seductively.

At which point, the camera caught your startled/happy expression before a ghostly feline face pressed right up against the lens and everything went black.

Laughing Jackle

You were wide awake at three in the morning, staring unblinkingly at your laptop's screen. To be more specific, you were reading yaoi.

Yaoi involving L.J.

There was mixed feelings about it. Half of you was laughing hysterically, quarter wanted to curl up and cry, the other half-minus-a-quarter was rapidly loosing blood via nose.

You were so sleep deprived and engrossed that you didn't hear the closet door creaking at all. Nor the sound of a jack-in-the-box springing open.

However, you did reach the end of the chapter and decided to call it a day. So you logged off and shut down the laptop, then set it aside and stretched out with a tired yawn.

When you fell back, you landed on something that wasn't bed. Claws wrapped around your stomach.

"Hello, Y/N~" L.J chuckled, rolling to one side and taking you with him to use as a personal teddy bear.

Unfortunately, due to the excess amount of yaoi, your dirty mind went into overdrive. Which led to passing out, and a very panicky monochome clown assuming that you'd died.

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

Smiley happened to glance at the surgery table and saw a book lying there. He curiously picked it up for examination, his curiosity aroused when he discovered that the author was none other than BEN Drowned.

"I wonder what this is...?"

Leaning one hand on the table, he started to read. In five minutes, his expression flipped to horror-stricken faster than a bolt of lightning.

Smirky, whose hair was dripping with dye remover for some *cough* unthinkable *cough* reason, stopped to peer over his shoulder. "What's tha- AAAH!"

They both passed out at the same time, in true twin-like fashion.

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A/N: This is the most mature chapter I've ever written, and also the quietest one! There's only a handful of sentences spoken aloud! XD

And yes, the book did have yaoi between Smiley and Smirky in it.

BEN has no shame.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go swimming in some holy water...

Toodles~
TheNightPhantom