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A/N: Hey guys~! Well I meant to have this up on Halloween but didn't even get to start it, so it's late. :I But oh well, I'm writing it anyway. And this is my first CreepyPasta X Reader~! Yays~! :3 Now I would suggest you guys listen to 'It Went' by S3RL before reading this, and just so you guys know I put Shiloh in here and I paired her up with Lost Silver cause I ship them together. I'll give explanations for that sometime but for now enjoy this Masky X Reader~! ~~~~~~~~~~ Knock! Knock! Knock! . . . . . . . . . Knock! Knock! Knock! . . . . . . . . . You sighed before stomping your foot once in a little tantrum. "Guys! Let me in!" You ye

A Poem He kills He regrets He hurts He cries, He is watching You sleep, He wants to But cant do, He's silent He talks He's there Now here, He walks He runs To kill Another. He knows Its wrong, But cant Stop it. He looks At you, He creeps Over you, He raises His knife, "Indeed" He cry. He stops And looks At you, With big eyes He'll stare At you. The want No, the need Is there, The need To kill, But how Can he When he loves you?

  You coughed and winced as the rough action scraped your already raw throat. You heard your phone ring and picked it up with a  gravelly, "Hello?"        "(y/n)," you heard the familiar voice say. "You said we were going on a date today. I was wondering when you want me to show up," Slenderman continued.        You turned away from the phone to cough again. You grimaced as you turned back to the phone. "I'm really sorry," you replied. "I'm sick. I can't go out with you today."        "You're sick," Slenderman asked, his voice laced with worry. "Why are you sick? Are you going to get better soon? Is this illness going to kill you? Wher

Cup Song Extreme Edition! (Reader x Creepypasta fic) ____________________________________________ (y/n) was so bored that afternoon. The pastas were doing stuff, and they were ignoring you. Personally, you didn't like being ignored. But, being with killers and psychopaths, you had to be ignored. Sighing, you stood up from the couch and settled yourself in the kitchen. You sat by the tall chairs, looking around the kitchen for stuff to play with. Seeing nothing but spatulas to wooden spoons to a shit ton of knives, you sighed. You glanced at one counter, and saw plastic cups. They were thick; a light blue color. Suddenly, you remembered Pai