Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Hear About Chester Bennington

A/N- This was a requested chapter. For those who don't know, the lead singer of Linkin Park commited suicide today. Words can't express the sorrow I feel for everyone who was close to him and all his major fans. I'm a fan but not a huge one. This will be a solemn chapter, so don't read if you don't like sad. R.I.P Chester Bennington 😭

Slenderman: You were sitting on your couch when your door burst open. Your friend ran in, sobbing loudly and mumbling incoherently. You managed to make out, "Lead singer, Linkin Park, dead." You instantly understood and hugged him/her, comforting them. It hurt you to hear, but you hadn't been to biggest fan. You did enjoy their music though. They sobbed into your shoulder and you comforted them until they calmed down. You entertained them to try and keep them from thinking about it.

BEN Drowned: You had been a major fan of the band despite how much you made fun on your friends. It was just something you all did. This was a tradgetity. You had been watching the news and eating when it came up. You hadn't heard about it yet. You dropped your plate and tears welled in your eyes. They slowly rolled down your cheeks and BEN came out almost instantly. He sat next to you and held you as you cried, and you cried for about fifteen minutes straight. "I-I just c-can't b-b-belive-" You sobbed, and BEN rubbed your hair. "I know." He said softly, not telling you to calm down and knowing how hard it was.

Eyeless Jack: You sat on the couch, eating chips. Mascara was painted down your face from the tears you had cried. You stared blankly at the static on the t.v. Your world felt as though it had been crumbled, burned, stepped on, and frozen. Your heart ached for not only you and other fans, but for his family. Six kids, a wife. It killed you to think about it. You had told Jack to leave you alone for the day and he had done so. Little did you know, he was watching you through the window, making sure you wouldn't try anything drastic. You felt too numb to try anything though.

Hoodie: You were chilling on the couch with Hoodie when he suddenly asked you, "Do you like Linkin Park?" You were surprised and confused by the question since it was so random. "Yeah I do. I listen to them, like, everyday. Chester is my hero." Hoodies face twisted into one of sadness behind his mask. "Well Chester he...he hung himself today." He told you slowly and softly. You laughed at first, convinced he was pranking you. "Haha very funny." You say sarcastically. He suddenly flicks the t.v over to the news channel, which was talking about what happened. Shock set in and you say, watching the channel, motionless. No expression. Suddenly tears began to pour down your face though you made no sounds. Hoodie looked at you, concerned and began to comfort you. You shoved him away and ran to your room, locking your door and crying. You stayed locked in all day and Hoodie didn't try to get in, knowing it'd only hurt you more.

Masky: You had planned to go out with your friends when your phone rang. It was the friend you were supposed to hang out with. "W-We can't g-g-go!" Your friend sobbed from over the line. You were extremely confused. "What? Why?" You asked, concerned. "Ch-Chester B-B-Bennington hung h-himself!" Your friend sobbed loudly over the phone as you nearly dropped yours in shock. "O-Oh..." You said and quickly ended the conversation. You ran to your bedroom and cried loudly into your pillow, your body shaking with the violent sobs. Masky heard and ran into your bedroom, as He had just entered the house. He ran over to you and rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. He didn't want to upset you more so he didn't ask what had happened. You sobbed into him, crying on and off for the rest of the night.

The Puppeteer: You suddenly got a text as you laid down to relax in bed. You checked it and your friend had sent you a text. "DID YOU HEAR THAT CHESTER BENNINGTON HUNG HIMSELF?!?!?!?" Tears instantly began to fall as you had instantly recognized the name. He had helped you get through hard times, even helped you not kill yourself. You started checking the news, praying it was a prank or something. You kept reading and all the articles confirmed it. You threw your phone at the wall and broke down into sobs. Puppeteer had heard it and walked out from the shadows, obviously concerned. He picked your phone up and read, quickly learning why you were so upset. He walked over and hugged you. You buried your face in his chest, sobbing until you fell asleep.