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BENdrownedBENdrowned is my name,
I live inside a Majora game.
I'm alone, so play with me.
You'll see how fun I can be…
Generally, I'm usually nice,
But delete my file and you'll pay the price.
I'll cause you grief, I'll cause you pain,
I'll make you wonder if you're sane.
We'll play my game by my rules,
Those who do otherwise are truly fools.
So here's something for you to chew,
"You've met with an awful fate, haven't you?"
Laughing JackThere is a clown called Laughing Jack,
Who’s favorite colors are white and black.
He befriends lonely children they say,
For those are always his favorite prey.
He’ll play with you and give you candy,
So you will think him fine and dandy.
But with fearsome claws and razor teeth,
A monster lies just beneath.
So be wary child, of this horrid clown,
Whose laugh is a twisted, awful sound.
For every word I speak is true.
For his next victim might be you.
Twisted thoughts in mind.
With your father's hatchets,
A bloody trail you leave behind.
You are Slender's proxy,
For certain that's no joke.
And the voices in your head say,
To kill all random folk.
Your father may he rot in hell,
For leaving your sister to die,
Who whenever that you think of,
makes you want to cry.
But as you wrestle with your sanity
With your bloody, bandaged hands,
The law will search for you
Through all the wooded lands.
As well as through the cities
And hills and valleys too.
But you know that they
Will never get a hold of you.
For you're one of Slender's proxies
You can go from there to here,
In the blink of an eye
To cause them mortal fear…
Masky And HoodieMasky and Hoodie, Slender man’s proxies,
No time to stop and smell the poppies.
Masky and Hoodie, there’s work to do,
Adding more to your Boss’s crew.
Masky and Hoodie, your fearsome yet shy,
No one knows just quite why.
Masky and Hoodie, with Observer tagging along,
Your victims never last long.
Bride of the Sexual-OffendermanMinding your own as you sit in the park,
reading a book, alone...
You read of romance til it gets dark,
Then pick up your things to go home.
But before you stand up,
you suddenly see,
a man step out of
He wears a black coat,
yet you can't see his face...
The shadow of his fedora
covers that place.
You nervously stand, and take a step forward,
to see if he needs any help.
You never knew, (how could you have known?)
you should have worried about yourself...
He pulls from his coat a little blue rose,
and you suddenly begin to blush.
"Y-your so sweet..." stumbles
out of your mouth in a rush.
You gingerly pick the rose from his pale hand,
You gasp as your cut by a thorn.
You look up and he's gone!
'He was here...' you could have sworn.
You head home with the rose,
and put it inside a vase,
and put it somewhere to
stay perfectly safe.
You think of your 'admirer'
as you get ready for bed.
Visions of him keep dancing
in your head.
Just as you turn down your covers,
you hear a kno
Jack FrostWandering through the ice and chill
Everything is quiet and still.
You’ve always loved the snow and slush,
The thought of it just makes you blush.
Because there was once a time you think,
You saw Jack Frost for just a blink.
He was handsome, that much is true,
With snow white hair and eyes so icy blue.
‘Love struck with a fairy tale’ they say.
They tease you about it day by day.
So you walk through the snow every winter,
Until your feet are sore with blisters,
Just to see the frozen art
Of the one who holds your heart.
But as you pass a frozen water spout,
Your heart begins to fill with doubt.
As tears fill your eyes, (it's more than you can stand!)
You feel the brush of a really cold hand.
Maybe you can't see him, but you know he's there,
Showing you that he cares.
'Thank you, Jack' you say as you walk on home.
You now know you'll never be alone.
ByaXHime- Emotions part 2A dreaming girl with doe gray eyes,
Thinks of one whom many would find a surprise.
One who many think has no heart,
Is quickly tearing hers apart.
Sometimes the feelings are strong enough to smother,
Especially when there used to be another,
One whose rejection had caused many a blister,
When he had said he thought of her as a sister.
She's afraid to feel that again so soon,
She thinks as she stares at the moon,
Which just like cherry blossoms and tea,
Reminded her just of he...
But not to try and never know,
Would probably be even worse of a blow.
So as she reaches for her sweater,
She's feeling maybe somewhat better.
As she dusts of her gloves,
She decides it's him she truly loves.
So she will not wait anymore...
She thinks as she races out the door.
ByaXHime- Emotions part 1A lonely man sits in an orchard,
His mind and heart are slowly tortured,
As the shadows dance ‘cross the moon,
In the midst of heated June.
Though the cherry blossoms are out of season,
He sits there thinking of a reason,
Why he thinks of a girl,
Whose smile alone makes his head whirl.
He’s also thinking of the day,
When he will know what to say,
To tell her of what he’s feeling,
As his shell is quickly peeling…
He fears one day he will find,
That he had truly lost his mind.
But then when did he care what others thought?
To tell a lie, hoping it would be bought?
He was the type to never lie,
He would first hope to die.
For the girl with sunset hair,
It was something he would never dare.
For though his affections toward such a sweet young filly,
Seemed nothing short of silly,
He oddly felt she was his missing glove,
The one he could give all his love…
He Who Laughs - Laughing Jack PoemHe Who Laughs
He who laughs,
He who cackles,
He who jokes,
He who smiles,
He who kills,
He who lies,
He who disappears,
He who disembowels,
He who tortures,
He who mauls,
He who surprises,
He who befriends,
He who takes advantage,
He who has no soul,
He who is imaginary,
He who has no bones,
He who is unknown,
He who is deranged,
He who does children harm,
He who has no mercy,
He who burrows in a child’s mind,
He who is behind,
He who deceives,
He who is mad,
He who is black and white,
He who shall attack,
He who is no other than the vicious clown,
Jeff the Killer X Reader pt.2
Your mom drove you to the dance studio and you ran inside. You dropped your bag on the floor and started to stretch before you started to practice your routine for the performance tonight. One of the performers came up and it was your friend Chachi.
"Hey (Y/n)." Chachi said.
"Hey Chachi. What's up?" you said.
"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" she said.
"Yeah but my mom let me stay home." you said.
"Let me guess, you stayed up to finish up your project that was due today?" she said.
"Yup but it won't matter, I'll turn it in Monday." you said.
"Well, just be here for the performance tonight and the party at Ian's House." she said.
"Wait, I can't stay for the party tonight." you said.
"Why not (Y/n)?"
"I have to have dinner with the new family that moved across the street." you said.
"Alright but you gotta go tell Ian before you leave." she said before she walked off.
You sighed and finished up the routine until there was another routine to practice.
Laughing Jack x Reader You glared at a table of people situated across the room.You aren't exactly popular in your school,but most of your fellow students know who you are.You didn't hang out with most of the popular crowd,but you had a few friends who were in it.But a lot of people found you strange,and stayed away from you.Why?
Well,there are a number of reasons.
You were violent.
You hated a lot of people.
You were very judgmental.
You loved horror.
And you hated candy.
You hated the way it would stick in your teeth,leaving you to pick the stray chunks and pieces.The mess some of them would make,especially if they left stains.And you just plain didn't like sweets.
Getting back to the situation at hand,you glared at the people at the other side of the room.They were none other than the popular girls.
Well,the annoying popular girls.
The kind that wear too much make up,slutty clothing,annoying voices,low intelligence...yeah.That kin
Laughing Jack x Reader [Chapter 2] It's been months since your encounter with the black and white clown.You still sort of hated candy,but thanks to him,you've been eating it slightly more.Your friends and family have even asked you several times if you've been feeling okay.Or if you were sick.Things like that.Other than that,everything has been pretty much the same for you.
~Timeskip to later on in the day~
You were running after the popular girls.The same ones who plotted against your friend.They were going to far this time.Because this time,they were going to physically and emotionally scar her for life.
They chased her with different things in hand.The ones you could see were a large knife,a taser,a hammer,and a bucket filled with nasty things.You didn't even want to think of what they put in there.All you did was continue chasing them.
But everyone was running because of two reasons.
For you,you really needed to keep them from harming your friend.And you just really wanted to
The Knife Game Song (CreepyPasta x Reader)You were bored to the maximum. Just laying down on your (f/c) bed.... living with the pasta was boring. Well, it was a Monday, and you all don't do stuff on Mondays. Looking at your computer, you got up, and walked over it. You decided to watch YouTube for a while. Searching and scrolling down the entertainment section, you came across a video called "The Knife Game Song- FULL LRYICS". What shocked you was the million viewers this game had. So you clicked on it. You watched the video and memorized the whole lryics in 10 minutes. Rushing down to the kitchen, you pass BEN, Jeff, Jack, Smile, and Silver in the living room. You quickly open the knife drawer, getting the thinnest, sharpest, shiny knife you could find. Tossing and turning every knife until you can find one. FOUND IT! You then went to the kitchen table, and started doing it. Wait, before you start, get a camera. You asked BEN, who was playing on the Xbox.
"BEN, do you have a camera I can use?".
"Huh? Yeah, in one of my drawer
ZALGO-The song that ends Eartheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I close my eyes, plug my ears, roll around in my bed, try not to notice the annoying sound. What has happened to silence? Where has it gone? I concentrate on the quiet ticking of the clock, but the sound doesn't fade. I sigh and try to float away in my thoughts, to a happy, silent place. It doesn't shut up. I only wish it would SHUT UP. Nothing else. It's laughing at my despair.
Every now and then, my ears explode with that silent screaming. It's not just that ordinary buzzing sound you get after loud music. No. Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong.
It sounds familiar. Like I had heard it a long time ago. But it was a long time ago. Hidden away, somewhere in the dark corners of my corrupted mind, the memory sits, dying. Rotting. Waiting. Maybe if I try really hard, I'll remember.
I'm not sure I want to remember. I'm sure I shouldn't. It's probably locked away in my head for
BENDrowned x Reader x Masky 6You ran down the streets chasing after a car, with Ben right behind you. "(Y/n)! Your gonna get yourself killed!" Ben yelled at you. "I gotta catch this car though!" You barked back, but he couldn't understand you, this is because you decided to shape-shift into a German Shepherd. Heres the story...
~Flashback and your POV~
"(Y/n) can you shape-shift into a dog?" Ben asked. "Heck ya! Watch!" You smirked and got down on all fours, consentrated and felt your bones morf and bend and shift into the creature. You opened your eyes and looked up at Ben. Then you walked over to the mirror and saw that your fur was (H/c) and your eyes where the same, just dog-fied. You wagged your tail and barked happily. Ben decided it was a good idea to take you outside. Once he did you cought sight of a car, and started chasing it.
You lost sight of the car and sighed. You turned around and saw Ben panting and sitting in the grass next to the rode. You ran up to him and tackled him. "AH! H-h
The Origin of Eyeless JackA young boy sat in the shade of a tree in his backyard. Not much could be said about him. He was a somewhat ordinary child with reddish brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had fallen asleep about an hour earlier while reading a book. Now his slim frame rested against the trunk of the large oak tree, his chest rising and falling as he breathed softly. A woman walked out the back door of the house that the yard belonged to and approached the boy. She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He opened his eyes a little and rubbed the left one with the back of his hand. His vision came back into focus and he saw the smiling face of his mother looking down at him as she said, in a sweet and kindly voice, “Jack, sweetheart, its time to get up.”
He got up shakily, his body still half asleep, and asked, “Hmm? What... What time is it...?”
“About six o'clock, dear. Your dad will be home any minute.” she answered.
Jack nodded then sto
No way out Creepypasta X Reader Chapter 7“y-you do?” BEN watched you warily, checking for any signs of you lying, but seemed to come up empty
“yes, BEN. I don’t know everything, but Slenderman visited me last night, him and all of you creepypastas convinced me to help you all escape” it was getting a bit frustrating to have to repeat yourself over and over “but that’s not the point right now, I need you to help me spread that message around to the other creepypastas. We also need to organise a plan of escape, I know that you can manipulate technology, so I need your help”
“alright, but only if you do something for me” BEN replied after a brief pause
“what? But I’m already helping you escape!” this is ridiculous, but you’d play along for now…
“yeah, but that’s just for my friends, THIS is for me”
“…fine, what do you want?” you reluctantly replied
“thought you’d never ask” an evil gri
Slender ManSlender man you horrid ghost,
It’s you above all I fear the most.
Through asylums and forests dark
You stalk your prey just like a shark.
With black tendrils you pierce their flesh,
Causing them to bleed to death.
You cause some to lose their minds,
You leave no evidence behind.
Some of your victims become your proxies.
But only those with lots of moxie.
I hear static in the air,
Did something brush against my hair?
You have no eyes, but you can see
As you kill, so full of glee.
Just a second, I heard a cry
And a footstep, oh, goodbye!
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