Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Takes A Bizarre College Class

Then someone quickly backtracked to sheepishly untie a glaring Smiley, just as the bell rang for the start of class. It took place on the fourth storey.

Dark Link~

The teacher was absent. Shockinly, the substitute in charge of class was none other than Zalgo. The look on his face when he turned around to greet the new students was priceless.

"... I really hate all of you."

Quite a few creepypastas started snickering. So did you. Until Dark Link gave you a nudge to remind that - blundering villian or not - Zalgo was still the teacher, and could give everyone a F-.

"L-Lord Zalgo..." Smirky sounded at a loss for words. "But why...?"

"It's a long story involving alcohol." Zalgo cleared his throat. "-Ahem, no matter how much I wish I could incinerate every single one of you at this precise second, I must remain professional."

"Does that mean-" L.J began, the corner of his mouth twitching dangerously high.

"Yes. Today, we are going to be studying the (in)famous pop singer, Miley Cyrus. If you would kindly open your books to page twelve: How She Came In Like A Wrecking Ball..."

By the direction the class was steering, it was turning out to be not such a boring day after all...

Laughing Joker

"Psst! Y/N - watch this!"

L.J balanced his pencil on the tip of his swirly cone nose and made funny seal noises.

You covered your mouth to stifle a chuckle. Near the back of the class, the jesting antics went unnoticed by anyone but the teacher.

Zalgo was visibly irked that neither of you were paying attention.

"-Due to her influence, twerking saw a sharp increase in popularity and still pops up frequently in, as of two thousand sixteen, celebrity music videos involving skimpily dressed women."

L.J's pencil dropped and rolled under the desk. The monochrome clown muttered a quiet curse and dived under to retrieve it. You ducked your head to take a look.

It bumped lightly against the foot of the person sitting in front. L.J reached out and grabbed - his claws brushed against that person's ankle.

Jeff's girlfriend's ankle, to be precise.

Instinctively convinced that she was under attack, the black belt kicked him full in the face and whipped around in her seat as L.J emerged from under his desk and toppled over like a rouge bowling pin.

CRASH!

L.J fell over to the desk (and the occupant of aforementioned desk) behind him. This occupant in question was Smirky, who didn't take it too well.

To say there was violence would be an understatement.

Perhaps the worst part was that Zalgo snuck out of the classroom while everyone's backs were turned, which left BEN free to take his place for the rest of the day.

At The Creepypasta Mansion...
[Later On That Evening]

"How did it go, children?" Slenderman asked brightly, clapping his hands together. "Did you learn plenty?"

Laughing Jack's nose was in bandages, and he sported a black eye. The whole length of Smirky's arm was wrapped in bandage too - and one of his ankles.

"Don't drop a pencil in class."

"Never let down your guard."

"And what did you do today, exactly?" The faceless creepypasta inquired.

"I became a teacher!" BEN announced proudly.

Jeff limped past in crutches. His leg was in a full cast. "I jumped off a fourth-storey window," he said glumly.

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A/N: Hello, friends! I hope you're all doing well! :)

How was today's batch of scenarios? As usual, I've written them in a questionable state of sleep deprivation. All in one go. Nonestop. It feels good to stick to tradition.

|The story of Smiley and Smirky when they were younger has been revealed in We're All Crazy Here! Chocolates, Razorblades, And Apples. Is this a shameless advertisement? Yes. Yes it is.|

Thank you to LifeInTheDarkness and CheshireGrin333 for being awesome!

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~TheNightPhantom