Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

You Do Something Romantic Together

Jeff, a little wary from hearing the unusual nickname, hesitantly took hold of his gift.

At once, he shrieked like a little girl and tried to drop them. "They- They're all sticky!"

But they wouldn't come off. His hand was stuck clutching the flowers, even as he desperately shook his fist in a panicked frenzy. Then it got stuck to his hair.

"What is this witchcraft!?"

"Revenge is a dish best served with duct tape and super glue, Jeffy boy," you deadpanned.

BEN Drowned... In warm buttery scones?

You were nursing BEN's bruised ego.

No, really. He'd called you up, to sit next to him on the couch and dish out compliments like candy on Halloween, to build up his pride again.

The little elf grumpily played his video game, button mashing the controller, slouched in a bent posture that rivalled L's. You fed him snacks, trying not to laugh.

He looked cute.

And he'd also noticed your amusement, and was now glaring up at you.

"It's not funny, Y/N! My respectable public image has been tarnished!"

Dark Link, who happened to overhear him as he passed by, choked on some coffee and burst out laughing.

"R-Respectable public image? You never had one to begin with!"

Then he went off on his merry way.

"... Waaah!" He threw the controller down and clambered into your arms. "Hold me!"

You cradled BEN like a baby as he threw a miniature hissy fit, wailing about how it 'wasn't fair' and that 'people just don't understand my unique talents!', while sucking his cheesy dust-covered thumb.

This wasn't exactly the prime idea of a romantic way to spend the day bonding, but was the closest thing you two managed to do.

Dark Link~

Darkness got down on one knee, and kissed your hand in greeting, speaking in a silvery purr. "Good afternoon, milady." He looked up with mischief in his eyes. "Are we going somewhere today?"

You leant in close, and bopped him on the nose. "Movies. My treat."

The devilish twinkling faded, replaced with a look of somewhat horror. "M-Movies?"

"Yup. Why, what's the problem? You're going a bit... pale."

"W-With all that buttery popcorn, and creamy cheesy snacks, and fountains and fountains worth of fizzy canned drinks?" He gripped your hand urgently, as though about to faint.

"In fact, the theatre's having a sale; buy something from the food menu and get thirty percent off, because it's a viewing of 'Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs'," you continued without thinking.

Flashbacks to the previous chapter ran through his mind. With a strange raspy wheeze, Dark Link's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fainted.

Worriedly, you prodded him with a toe. "Darkness? Darkness? Are you still breathing? Huh. I guess he's not hungry..."

Laughing Hokey-Pokey

L.J burrowed into your bed like an invasive clawed teddy bear during the night, and refused to leave. He snuggled up to your pillow, and left you sitting bemusedly in the cold corner.

You weren't going to let him get away with it, this time. You were going to be strict. Or so you told yourself.

"Laughing Jack, go somewhere else or I'll confiscate your secret stock of candy!"

Unfortunately, this just caused him to get up, pick up the bed, and carry it off downstairs, with you still on it. He set it down in the kitchen, right next to a cookie jar. Then crawled back in.

Left with no choice, and stunned by his sheer cheek, you admitted defeat.

The monochrome clown settled down with a peaceful look. His eyes snapped open wide in surprise, feeling you climb over him to hug the pillow from the other side.

He smiled, and pulled both you and the plump fluffy thing, a little bit closer. And reached up to include the cookie jar too.

Unbeknownst to the fact that the ghost of C/N was squashed up inside it, unsuccessfully trying to munch his way to Narnia. He just got fat and couldn't get out.

Meanwhile, at the Creepypasta Mansion...

In the shower, Zalgo was cheerfully scrubbing his horns with a loofah, using three types of demonic polishing formula. His tail curled around the bottles and threw them to his hand.

He was so engrossed in his humming and grooming, that he didn't notice the door creaking open. Nor the waddle of webbed feet, or the flower-print shower curtain rustling.

The next thing his tail curled around and bounced up wasn't a polish bottle. He realized that, when something sharp bit his hand, honking loudly.

"What the- A-Ah-Achoou!"

He looked down. His pupils shrank in horror. Another kitten-like sneeze caused him to fall over, dropping the penguin like hot butter.

Zalgo kicked the wet floor, sloshing to a corner of the shower, water cascading down and crashing chaotically over his head. The penguin was sitting on the drain, looking cute.

"Nonono! Shoo! Stay away! Stay awa- Achoo!"

A few blinks later, every resident who happened to be wandering on that particular floor (including Slenderman and Smirky), bore witness to seeing the prince of darkness barrel out of the bathroom in a spray of water, a penguin locked in hot pursuit of him.

"GO AWA- ACHOO! ACHOO! LEAVE ME A- ACHOO! ALONE! I'M NOT YOUR MUMMY!"

Flying so erratically, it was no surprise that he careened into a wall and got knocked out cold. Slendy whipped out a camera and took pictures for blackmail purposes.

"It's useful to have the upper hand on your enemies!" he said defensively, in response to quite a few raised eyebrows.

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A/N: Funnily enough, the pictures disappeared from Slenderman's study a week later. On that day, Smirky went out on an unusual errand to scout out and explore the not-so-local volcanoes.
However, BEN insisted that he saw him coming out of a photocopy shop, stuffing an envelope into his pocket...

I may have been, and still be, half asleep while writing this.
It still all made perfect sense... riiiight? Another quality chapter?

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