[OLD] ~~Face Swap~~ (Creepypasta X Reader)

~~"I'm Fine" Means A Lot Of Things~~

Is Yee Boiiiii!!!! Author here, ummm...... ITS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!! School starts soon. Crap.

(Y/N)'s POV:

(Y/N) sat on her couch, stuffing her face with popcorn, and watched the funniest scene in the movie her parents watched on a regular basis. 

"JHONNY DONT DIEEEEEEEE" A child character screeched. His poorly exicuted movemonts made the tragic scene so cheesy. Fake blood covered his whole body, along with the dieing Jhonny. "Go-" Fake gasp for breath. "On...... without me...." he looks of into the sunset, green screened, sunset. "I know you will get you girl..." Dramatic death, even though he is still breathing. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!111!!one!!"

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at the crappy acting. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She laughed out, as she turned off the TV. Her parents had to work late,not an odd thing, really. They had decided their child was trustworthy, and left her alone for the night. 

"God... I better get to sleep." She yawned out. She had spent the past few nights at her friends place, making sure she wouldn't get even sicker than she was, once she was deemed fine, (Y/N) came back home. The couch over there wasn't really comphortable, and she really wanted to just sleep in her own bed.

She did her nightly routine, just like normal, and snuggled in her bed. It was comfy. She snuggled down deeper into the pillows and blankets, letting the warmth sorround her. It was a colder night, but she felt none of that from inside her dark and cozy bedroom.

She slowly drifted into darkness.   

???'s POV:

He stomped through the marshy land. Hissed at himself for not bringing an extra layer of clothing. His hoodie and pants weren't enough to stop him from freezing his ass off, though, his mask did do a good job of keeping the cold off his face. His hands swung at his sides, gloved hands tighting around his weapon of choice. 

His pack, full of useful items, was slung off one shoulder. He had to be ready to capture is prey, so he fastened it on himself.

Humans were stupid creatures. Rushed into fear, and don't think about it with a second thought.  They didn't know when there was a predator walking straight into their ranks. He chuckeled at the thought of the humans all becoming farm animals.

He was at his destination.

The RV was parked in an empty patch in the woods. The man who lived inside was a lonley drunk, who didn't know the difference between poison ivy and a garden weed. The door was unlocked as expected.

He pushed open the door, it easily opened. The man was sleeping upside down on his couch, legs in the air, propped on the cushion, and head on the floor. There was an almost empty whisky bottle next to his right hand.

Not sober, and not smart.

He didn't even have to be quiet, this man was dead to the world, and would soon be true to that statement. 

He gripped his weapon. A scalpel. He didn't want to be out in the marsh for to long, so he quickly slit the sleeping mans throat. He woke, but it was to late, he drowned in his own blood.

He swiftly did his job, ripping open the skin with a clean movement, and broke some of the mans ribs with a loud crunch with each blow. The noise was loud and gut renching, but he had done this so much, he was desensitized to it. He tugged out the kidneys, and pulling out the blatter with them by accident. He stuffed it back into the carved out cavity. Glop from his eyes dripped down when he started to stand.

Jack had done his job and he wanted to leave.

He put the organs into jars, Jack decided he would eat in the morning. He slid his pack on his shoulder and slithered out of the home. He needed rest.

His day was filled with running from and to his house. Jeff was an ass. Jane was ok, but she was completely insane. Slender was way to controlling, but he had agreed to help his 'proxys.' Jack number two was a jackass, and the whole world was still out for everyone. Mr.Bear, or whatever was in Jacks side of the forest, and had to get his but kicked. Skintaker was hanging around and starting fights with the rake and the seedeater. Smile was putting junk mail in the e-mail account. There was danger everywhere...

Jack settled down on his couch, not even bothering to take off his clothes, or dealing with his wounds he gathered in the day, which he still resented being up in.

He was fine till the morning... or even the next night. it was cold, but He just wanted to sleep, and he did.

SLENDERMAN MOVIE COMMING OUT YA'll! who's gonna see it? Ideas on it?