Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Your First REAL Fight

Slenderman
There was no telling what caused you and Slender's fight, you just knew that it was never something you wanted to witness again.

"(Y/N)! I am not a ruthless killer!" Slender shouted at you, "I kill those who snoop where they do not belong!"

"That doesn't make it okay!" You shouted back, "Killing isn't legal for humans and it shouldn't be for you, either! You terrorized my friends when we first met and you've been terrorizing every human that steps into those woods since you first arrived on this planet!"

"This was my home first, (Y/N))! I have been here since before the humans and I intend on being here as long as they are on my planet!" He screeched, tendrils now freely leaving his back, breaking branches off of near-by trees, "Do you understand?!"

You didn't have anything to say to him. You knew he's been here longer than the humans, you knew all of his kind had died off, but for some reason there was something about his tone, and his words that hurt. As you turned your back to walk away, he spoke loudly, "I knew I should have killed you the moment I found your friends had abandoned you."

Tears pricked your eyes as you continued out of the woods, not wanting to see him, or anyone, for a while.

Jeff the Killer
Jeff was always moody. Some days he was good at controlling his temper. Other days, not so much. Today had been one of those days, but you didn't think it'd get quite this out of hand. You hadn't done anything to trigger his anger, to your knowledge. You were sat on the couch reading a book when he stomped in and stole the book from your hand.

"Jeff! What the hell?" You asked, obviously confused about his behavior.

"You should be doing something! Not just sitting there!" He was angry about nothing, perfect. Usually he'd defuse himself. You tried not to add fuel to the fire.

"Like what?" You asked, "There's nothing to do."

Jeff got even more angry at this, the stormed into the kitchen and started smashing things. Cups, plates, bowls, he even knocked over the trash and pulled food from the fridge. "There, goddammit! Now you have something to do!" Jeff yelled, then left, but decided to leave through a closed window. Smashing it in the process.

You didn't know what had come over him, but now you had a broken window and a shit ton to clean up in the kitchen. You knew for sure that you wouldn't be talking to Jeff for awhile.

BEN Drowned
You and BEN hardly ever hung out, to be honest. He mostly texted you. So, when he did come over, you tried talking about it. "Ben, how come you hardly ever come over and hang out?" You asked, glancing down at your phone. You didn't want this to turn into a fight. You wanted to be understanding.

"I'm busy." He replied, not looking up from your (gaming console). Okay, that was kind of a shitty excuse.

"But you're not busy enough to text me all the time?" You raise your voice a little. You knew the real reason he didn't hang out was because of those stupid video games. But again. You wanted to be understanding.

"Yep."  His attention was mostly put towards games. And you get it, he's a video game character for Christ's Sake. But video games over his girlfriend? That's not right. There should at least be some sort of balance.

"Ben, I would like it if we hung out more," You didn't think you were asking much from him, "I'm your girlfriend. It seems like all you care about are video games."

Ben looked up from the game this time and laughed, "What are you talking about? Video games always come first. Even when we were just friends."

This upset you, "Why am I in this relationship if you care more about some dumb games than me?"