Jeff the Killer
You were still a little mad at Jeff for hiding D/N from you.
Coincidently, Laughing Jack was furious at the psychotic murderer for chopping off his swirly cone nose.
"Are you sure that this'll scare him?" You asked skeptically.
"Of course. Jeff is absolutely terrified of them!" L.J laughed, clapping his hands together.
The sound of the backdoor opening was the cue to hide behind the couch.
"Y/N?" Jeff's voice echoed around the silent house.
You and L.J tried to conceal your sniggering as his footsteps drew closer.
Peeking out from either side, you could see Jeff's shadow.
He entered the lounge and froze, clapping his hands over his mouth to muffle a scream.
The adorable white fluffy bunny looked up, noise twitching and ears flattened.
Without further ado, Jeff span on his heel and fled to the safety of the basement.
Laughing Jack's laughter combined with yours could be heard from miles away.
"That was hilarious!"
"He almost wet himself!"
You suddenly stopped laughing.
"Y/N? Is something wrong?"
"L.J... Where did you get that bunny from?"
The monochrome clown chuckled nervously and was suddenly gone in a burst of candy.
You rolled your eyes and gathered up the candy to be eaten later while wondering what on earth you were going to do with the little fella.
BEN Drowned... In a puddle?
It was a rainy and stormy day/afternoon/that time after lunch and, suffering from the effects of a filling meal, you were both just lounging around.
Every time you closed your eyes, you saw those horrific images all over again.
Finally it came to light that you were in need of some serious revenge.
BEN was sleeping on the couch, occasionally snoring.
Stealthily and sneakily, you crept up on the elf and began wrapping chains around him.
After securely putting a padlock to ensure that he wouldn't be going anywhere, you began looking through YouTube for something suitable.
"Twelve hours of My Little Pony? No, I'm pretty sure that he loves that show... Ah ha!"
You selected the video and delicately used duct-tape to cover the laptop keyboard before sticking the loose ends to BEN.
You quickly expanded the screen, cranked up the volume, and pressed play.
BEN sleepily awoke as it started.
"H-huh...?"
We clawed. We chained... our hearts in vain. We jumped, never asking why...
"Y/N? What is this- OH SWEET MOTHER OF-"
I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL! I'VE NEVER HIT SO HARD IN LOVE!
BEN's eyes went wide and began to bleed.
"AAAAHHH!"
You couldn't help it and bent down to whisper in his ear.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
Dark Link
Good old Darkness was resting after a long day of cleaning the kitchen for you.
You were dying to get revenge for his suicide prank but at the same time didn't want to hurt his feelings too badly.
Suddenly your computer started to glitch and BEN came flying through.
"Are you alright?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
The little elf looked traumatized and clung onto your sweater.
"I need to pull another prank on someone to feel better!" He screamed.
You flinched. What he lacked in size, BEN certainly made up for in volume.
"Okay, okay. Dark Link is downstairs taking a nap. Don't do anything irreversible."
BEN gave you a psychotically evil grin.
"You're going to help me!"
Five minutes later, you placing a cream pie in Dark Link's hand while BEN sat on the edge of the couch with a feather.
"Ready, Y/N?" He asked in a hushed whisper.
You nodded and took a step back with the camera which was recording everything.
BEN bent down and gently tickled Dark Link's nose with the feather.
SPLAT!
You clapped a hand over your mouth with a gasp.
The little elf looked up, his face splattered with pie.
"What the hell, Dark?"
"That ought to teach you a lesson about trying to pull a prank on me!"
Dark Link stood up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.
You glanced at BEN, secretly uploading the video to your own YouTube channel.
"I hate to say it but... You shouldn't have done that."
Laughing Jimmy (Kudo?)
"This is just so... Ridiculous!"
"That clown is gullible enough to believe anything. Now lie down. You've succumbed to the disease, remember?"
You laid down on the bed and stayed still as Doctor Smiley pulled a cover over you.
The giant chicken suit that you were wearing was a bit stuffy but it would have to do.
L.J burst in, gripping his phone so tightly that his claws punctured through the screen.
"Y/N! Oh Y/N! I got a text saying that she was deathly ill!"
Smiley put on a grave face while scribbling down things on his clipboard.
"I'm afraid that it was too late to save her."
The monochrome clown sank down next to the bed with his hands over his head.
"No, no, no, no! What happened to her? WHAT HAPPENED?" He screeched, suddenly springing up and grabbing Smiley by the front of his coat.
"She was bitten by a werechicken," he stated, still keeping a serious and straight face.
"A-A werechicken?"
"Yes. Scientific name is Youreallygullible. It was attacked by a werewolf and took on those common traits. Then unfortunately bit your girlfriend."
L.J covered his face with his hands.
"Oh I knew I shouldn't have sidetracked to buy that swirly lollipop! Now my sweet little gummy bear is dead..."
Smiley stood back and gave three discreet knocks on the wall with the back of his hand.
You heard them and internally giggled.
L.J stopped wailing and looked up as the sheet began to move.
Slowly like something out of a horror movie, you rose up.
"Cluck... Cluck... Cluck..."
"Oh my god! Y/N's turned into a giant mutant chicken!"
Smiley burst out laughing and dropped his clipboard on the floor in favor of grasping the nightstand for support.
It took at least twelve hours before you managed to convince L.J that you weren't, in fact, a giant mutant bird and that werechickens were just something that Smiley had made up on the spot.
At The Creepypasta Mansion...
A traumatized-looking BEN was sitting on the examination table.
Smiley had taken his seat and was listening to the elf ramble on with a bored expression.
"And she was completely naked on that wrecking ball! It's the worst thing since that Pour It Up parody, I swear!"
"So you've been forced to watch a naked woman sitting on a wrecking ball while singing a heartfelt song. Apart from the sexual content, what exactly was traumatizing about it?"
BEN suddenly stopped looking so traumatized.
"Um... Nothing, actually."
"That's what I thought. Take these sleeping pills for awhile until the nightmares go away."
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A/N: And here so ends the line of pre-written chapters. Poor BEN.
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