(LifeInTheDarkness gave this charming suggestion - so here's your cookie! Enjoy the virtual crunchy goodness - and the front-row seat of these guys getting caught red handed!... Or not. (.:::.) )
Jeff the Killer
You picked up your handbag and strode out of the nighttime karate class in true badass fashion. The loudmouth who'd been stupid enough to challenge you to a "girly fight" was sprawled out across the mat, sporting a black eye.
Lights were flickering off from houses everywhere as you passed; everyone was getting ready to turn in for the night. Except for those few who stayed up all night, of course.
Proceeding towards the familar street of home, you became aware of footfalls falling in terrible sync with your own. But when you looked over your shoulder, nobody was there.
Shrugging, you turned back around and took a few steps forward before coming to an abrupt standstill. A warm body collided against your back.
With a battle cry, you whipped around and threw your pursuer to the ground, pulling their arms and burying your foot in their back.
"Ow! Ow! I surrender! I surrender!"
"Jeffy boy? What the hell were you thinking? I could've broken your... Your something!"
"I just wanted to see what you got up to after leaving the house for nighttime classes!" The psychotic killer wailed.
BEN Drowned... In potty humor?
You stepped out of the bathroom after a relaxing hour of soaking in the tub. Feeling light and airy, you waddled towards your room to get changed into a nightgown.
Fluffy was sitting on the bed, attempting to chew up a little plushie bee. Since the adorable fella wasn't getting in the way - you just left it be.
A few minutes later, you smoothed down the gown's front and stood by the mirror. In your opinion, you looked pretty good and felt comfortable too.
Fluffy sneezed adorably and hopped off the bed. Your bunny proceeded to wiggle its way towards the den, squeezing back into the carrot-shaped rabbit house for a snooze.
You laughed and sat on the edge of your bed, then decided to flop down with a loud, overdramatized sigh. Nobody was watching, after all.
Hey... I wonder where BEN is...?
As if like magic, the closet door fell open and the little elf tumbled out. He was covered from head to toe in makeup. A powder puff even hit him over the head, adding to the sheer hilarity.
"Er... Hiya, Y/N!" He piped up nervously, giving you a sheepishly guilty grin.
You just rolled your eyes and pointed in the general direction of the bathroom, wittily calling after him: "Don't drown in the sink!"
Dark Link~
Darkness certainly stalked you, but was so honest about it that you really didn't mind. He followed you like a shadow, quite literally blending in with any nearby darkness to remain hidden.
You were comforted by his presence, and in turn became more confident about going out. With him by your side, it was really difficult to feel scared.
One fine afternoon, you were on your way to visit one of your friends in the hospital. She'd fallen off the side of a bridge because she'd been too busy checking out a hot guy to notice where she was going.
Dark Link came along with you for the visit, and you were sure that your friend had noticed him loitering around. She must've thought she'd gone loopy.
When the visit was over, you returned home without further incident. Why was there no further incident? Because your boyfriend did nothing to stir up trouble.
Laughing Willy Wonka
You raced through the lounge of your house, stopping only to grab the keys and your handbag. There was a critical emergency, a crisis even.
Luckily, your feet carried you like the wind towards the place you needed to go. Soon, the pile of delightful confections grew from within your shopping basket.
For you see, you'd run out of candy. And with someone like L.J hanging around, it was a very bad thing.
You almost forgot to pay for the stuff before rushing out of the shop, bags of sweets swinging with momentum as you made your way back home.
Slamming the door shut, you sprinted to the kitchen and found L.J curiously peeking inside the empty cupboard.
"Hey, Y/N! Why don't we have some chocolate from your secret stash?"
Everything screeched to a halt. You dropped the shopping bags and stared at him with disbelief.
"How did you know about my top secret collection of deluxe chocolates hidden inside the fridge's secret compartment?"
"Because I stalk you during the night, read your diary and watch you feast on goodies when you think I'm gone!"
At The Creepypasta Mansion...
Smiley was feeling better; well enough to move around again. He'd gone back to treating injuries, but wasn't ready to start killing again. Yet.
Jeff came in, looking battered and bruised. When the not-so-good doctor questioned him, the psychotic killer grumbled something about how his girlfriend was one of those "beat senseless first, talk later" types.
Smirky displayed quite an interest in watching Smiley sew up, bandage, disinfect, scold and prescribe medicines for the injured creepypastas and their various injuries.
He was sitting on the windowsill, sipping from a glass of water while watching Jeff be bandaged up with gauze and plaster, as well as having the grazes disinfected.
Smiley gave Jeff another look over, decided that he'd done everything he could, then sent the killer on his way with a bottle of ointment to dab on the bruises if they started acting up.
"Will he ever learn not to sneak up on that woman? I don't know how he's managed to survive this long without getting a permanent injury..."
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A/N: So sorry if this is rushed/full of mistakes! My battery's almost at 0%, so I can't really talk! Eeek!
Toodles!
~TheNightPhantom