Creepypasta Scenario - Tumblr Posts

Uh-oh (OLD)

[Toby]: This day blows.

[Y\n]: Aw Toby, it’ll be okay. 

[Toby]: No I mean, literally, this day blows. Cody’s in the kitchen again.

[Y\n]: Oh shi—

Entire oven suddenly explodes

[Y\n]:

[Toby]:

[Tim, from four rooms away]: CODY!

[Cody, from in the kitchen]: I’m okay!

Hi! I'm new to your blog and I love your writing already! I was wondering (if you haven't already done so) can you write a scenario where your favorite creepypasta goes after a victim, but finds out the victim is immortal? I thought it'd be a fun scenario to play with, with the confusion of not being able to off the victim, the surprise of finding that they can't actually die, and the possible relatable feeling of being alive so long that the world blends together? I also say to use your favorite cp because I'd love to see who your favorite is and how you depict them in this scenario!

Oh wow, this is indeed an interesting scenario. I’m glad you like the blog, and I hope this meets your standards! Also, I decided to use Homicidal Liu for this because I haven’t written a lot about him yet and he’s pretty underrated I think. Plus he’s just a cool character ^^ Thanks for the request!

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Liu peers through the window, gazing at the sleeping individual currently residing in their bed, blissfully unaware of the stitched-up teenager hovering just outside their room. Their chest rises and falls peacefully, a sight that Liu will, unfortunately, have to put an end to. It isn’t his fault he serves a faceless entity with a vengeance for mankind - if he ever tried to leave, he’d be wiped off the face of the earth.

He slides the window open, internally thanking them for leaving it unlocked the afternoon prior, as it makes it all the easier on him. Sure, he’s had to pick locks before and he generally doesn’t have a problem with it, but he’d rather just get in and get the job done without having any delays if at all possible. 

Slinking through the now open window and silently stepping onto the floor below, he pulls his machete from the sheath hanging from his back and grips the handle as he draws closer to their sleeping frame. It’s fairly normal for Sully to come out during kills and take the lead, though it seems for tonight, Liu’s out of luck. He’ll have to do it by himself.

Slenderman didn’t give specific instructions, he just said, “Take them out and destroy any remaining evidence”, and he plans to do just that. Creeping to the bed, he raises his machete over his head, focusing on where their neck is sticking out from beneath the covers and readying himself for what he inevitably has to do. 

After an encouraging breath, he brings the blade down onto their neck, one, two, three times, their blood splattering onto his face and across the surface of the machete. After the fourth time, their head comes clean off, and he stops, attempting to catch his breath from the exertion. His gaze travels down to the floor as he feels the warm liquid slowly trickle down his face, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. This is not the lifestyle he wanted to have, and in all reality, he’ll probably never get completely used to it.

He isn’t like his brother. He can’t just kill, and kill, and kill without a care in the world, no. He still has something that Jeff severely lacks; compassion. Empathy for other people, which is a rare thing to come across in the manor holding some of the deadliest killers in the world.

It’s one of the reasons he gets along with Jane so well. She doesn’t like what she does, either, and together they can find a common enemy; Jeff. He ruined both of their lives, and even though he is still his biological brother, he doesn’t really see him as his brother, anymore. He stopped having familial emotions for him the night that he tried to murder him in cold blood, all without batting an eye.

Liu is drawn, or more like, yanked harshly, out of his thoughts of self-reflection when the person he thought he beheaded just seconds ago suddenly sits up, rubbing at their neck and letting out a pained grown. Holy shit. Their head is still attached. But that’s impossible—how the hell are they still alive? He just murdered them, he saw it, he’s covered in the blood to prove it.

Their eyes avert up from their lap to the person looming over them, thick blood obscuring most of his features and the silver moon shining in through the windowpane making him look even more ominous. Bonus points for the menacing-looking machete still grasped tightly within his hand.

They flinch away, muscles tensing and eyes widening as they comprehend what just happened. They stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, Liu trying to figure out how exactly it’s possible to come back alive after being clearly decapitated and Y\n merely observing him before they break the unsettling silence. 

“Did...did you just try to kill me?” Instead of replying, Liu continues to gaze down at them with unsure green eyes before swiftly bringing his machete back down, this time slicing through their head, with as much strength as he can muster up. They let out a squeak, pain shooting through their skull and temporarily rendering them immobile. 

Liu pulls the blade out of their head only to force it back down, this time much deeper than it was previously. He’ll be sure and kill them this time. Allowing the blood-spattered weapon to dangle at his side after he once again pulls it from the fresh, and undoubtedly fatal wound, he stares at the limp body sitting hunched over in front of him, completely unmoving.

Yes, he seems to have done it this time. Due to the dim lighting, he doesn’t notice how the inflicted area quickly seals itself back up, nor how the person whom he just presumed dead begins to breathe once more. Only when they stir and meet his gaze does he stumble back from surprise, nearly dropping his machete in the process.

They rub at their head, wincing at the aching currently taking place there and sending an annoyed glance at Liu. “Dude, again? Seriously?”

“H-how are you—“ he cuts himself off, shaking his head in disbelief and sucking in a breath in order to compose himself. Liu isn’t one to get surprised often, but when he does his reactions are more than notable. 

“How am I...what?” They spin around and place their feet on the floor, tilting their head up at Liu in mild vexation, a knowing expression forming across their face. “Not dying? Yeah, quite a shocker, huh?”

He blinks, comprehending the situation and trying not to be too startled. He didn’t expect this, when you kill someone they’re actually supposed to, ya know, be dead and stay dead. They aren’t supposed to rise again, not once, but twice. 

“This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to kill me.” Liu narrows his eyes at them incredulously, straightening his posture and collecting his bearings enough to form a coherent sentence.

“So you just...you just can’t die?” 

“Nope!” they say, popping the ‘p’ and shaking their head, eyebrows furrowing. “Doesn’t mean it hurts any less when someone tries, though.” 

“But...but how?” Had he known beforehand that the person he had been sent to eliminate couldn’t be eliminated then he wouldn’t have even gone, and he’s sure that if his boss would have had that information at hand then he wouldn’t have sent Liu in the first place.

But how wouldn’t he have known that? He’s the most powerful cryptid being that Liu has ever come across, it wouldn’t make sense for him to somehow not know of one of his workers’ victims to be...well, immortal. 

They shrug, rubbing at their arms lightly as the chilly breeze blows in from the still-open window. “I’m not really sure, myself. Not even my family knows.” They glance up at him with questioning e\c eyes. “Why did you try to kill me?”

“I...uh...” 

“Lemme guess. Someone sent you here?” Liu can’t do anything but hesitantly nod, shoulders loosening up slightly as he attempts to figure out what he’s supposed to do, now. “But you didn’t know that I couldn’t die?” Again, he nods. “And I’m guessing your boss or whatever didn’t, either.”

“You’re acting so casual about this,” he says, voice low as he tightens his grip on the deadly weapon still clutched in his palm. 

“I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Run and scream for my life?” A bland chuckle exits their mouth and they shake their head thoughtfully. “You can hurt me all you want but inevitably, it does nothing.”

He blinks, wiping the blood from his machete off onto his jeans before slipping it back into its sheath. “So you’re not gonna tell anyone?”

“Well, why would I? It would do no good.” They shuffle a bit on the bed, attempting to get more comfortable as they run a hand through their hair. “So what’s your name, anyway?”

“I’m not disclosing that information,” is all he says, causing Y\n to let out a small laugh of amusement.

“Okay, I get it. But I’m sure you already know mine.” 

“Maybe I do.”

“So what harm would it do in you telling me yours? You’re probably gonna kidnap me or somethin’ anyway, right?” Hmm...kidnapping isn’t too bad of an idea. Although, his boss told him to eliminate the subject, not kidnap them. To be fair though, he also didn’t tell him that the ‘subject’ in question couldn’t be killed so, he supposes that there are some exceptions to this...peculiar situation.

He releases a quiet sigh, sticking his hands deep inside the pockets of his leather jacket and ultimately deciding what the hell, why not. “...Liu. I’m Liu.”

“Nice name, ‘Liu’. I’m Y\n.” They lean backward, their arms supporting their weight as they tilt their head up at the brown-haired male. “Too bad we couldn’t be meeting under better circumstances.”

This person is so chill toward the guy who just tried to kill them—

“So are you gonna try to behead me again or what?” They brush their fingers over their neck and huff. “That didn’t feel very good, just so you know.”

“Well in my defense, you weren’t really supposed to be alive to feel it.”

“True, true. And for future reference, make the cut diagonal.” Liu raises an eyebrow. “You’ll slice the head off quicker that way. I mean, assuming you’re gonna try to kill, again.”

“Okay…why are you telling me this?” They shrug.

“Why wouldn’t I tell you this?”

He parts his lips to respond, though eventually just closes them back and shakes his head in defeat. “I...don’t know.”

“Alright, look dude, if you’re gonna do something else then just go ahead and do it. If not,” they release a yawn and begin to climb back underneath the covers of their bed, “then leave so I can go back to sleep.”

Liu isn’t sure what to do other than just stand there and watch them, thoughts swarming his mind. Should he leave them? They made it pretty clear that they weren’t intimidated by him, and he’s almost positive that they won’t blab about this encounter should he let them go. His boss might be mad, but oh well, he can always come back and kidnap them later. For now, he just needs to tell Slenderman that they legit can’t die, or even if they can, they seem to recover rather quickly and is always able to come back to life afterward.

Deciding that there isn’t a better option, he slowly starts walking backward, wiping some blood off of his face with the back of his hand and exiting through the window before softly shutting it behind him. This was a strange encounter, indeed. Maybe he can talk to Jack or Kagekao about being immortal and get some of his many questions answered since he himself can actually die so he doesn’t know what it’s like. 

With a slightly confused sigh, he begins his trek back to the Manor. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder...

Revenge will be sweet

[Tim and Brian]: Looking down into some scary-ass cave and hesitating to go inside

[Brian]: ...

[Tim]: ...

[Tim]: ...Heh, you know what they say.

[Brian]: ?

[Tim]: Ladies first.

[Brian]: Hm...you know what else they say?

[Tim]: What’s that?

[Brian, motioning toward the entrance]: Age before beauty.

[Tim]: Okay, okay, fair enough...

[Tim]: But you know what else they say?

[Brian]: Crosses his arms impatiently

[Tim]: No pain, no gain.

[Brian]: But there’s no pain.

[Tim]: There’s about to be.

[Brian]: What do you—

[Tim]: Suddenly shoves Brian off the edge

[Brian]: Surprised Pikachu face

Hey! Just wanted to send in a one-shot! I was wondering (if you havent don't it before) could you do a one-shot where the Reader can read minds? Maybe with a cp you haven't written in a while? (I love all the cps you write, so you can choose whoever you think would fit this!)

Absolutely! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it anyway <3

P.S. This was a very ambiguous request so I started writing this with nothing particular in mind and just let the words flow, so if it seems completely random that's because it is :D I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted!

Warning: Slightly graphic content featured down below for those of you who are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

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Ticci-Toby x Reader

Toby was not confident that he could do this. He really was not confident that he could do this. At first, he thought, eh, seems a bit challenging, but surely it couldn't be that bad, right? However, the more he contemplated the situation, the more he was plagued with second thoughts. This wasn't a good idea, and that fact was making itself more and more apparent to him within each minute that dragged on.

He was sitting in a tree, outside of an abandoned warehouse, gazing quietly through a window. He could see people gathered inside, having some kind of meeting. They were speaking, but he couldn't make out anything they were saying thanks to the walls muffling their voices.

Slenderman sent him here to wipe them out because, according to him, they were "getting too close to discovering where they reside". Toby counted at least four heads, maybe more, and he was beginning to ponder why on earth his boss would ever send him out here, completely alone.

He had told him that there was supposed to be someone coming from another hideout in the woods to assist, but they hadn't showed up yet. This left Toby by himself, having to make an important decision too soon for his own liking. Does he take a chance and attack without any backup? Does he wait another hour for this mysterious person to show up? Or does he just call it quits and report back to Slenderman that he couldn't do it because he was outnumbered and nobody came to help?

As little as Toby knew about Slenderman, he was certain about one thing; he didn't like his workers coming back unsuccessful, and such things very often resulted in punishment. Punishment that Toby had no interest in experiencing.

But what was worse? Getting killed trying to fight, or going back and getting mentally (and physically) scarred? Maybe he would get lucky and Slenderman would instead get mad at this other person for not doing as they were told and take it out on them? There was no way of knowing; that entity was far too unpredictable.

With a defeated sigh, Toby glanced around the area one last time, looking through the trees shrouded by a darkness only the night could provide, searching for his supposed partner for the evening. But he saw no sign of anyone.

He inched closer to the window, carefully using a tree limb as his path as he drew his hatchets. If he was going to do this, then he was going to have the element of surprise on his side.

He took one last breath of self-compure, readied his stance, and shoved the blade of his hatchet through the window, shattering the glass and giving the people inside no time to react as he jumped through. He could hear startled gasps and yelps of surprise and confusion, and he landed on the floor, several feet away from the group.

"Who the hell is that??"

"What are you doing?"

He ignored the shocked questions and stood to his full height; the moonlight shining through the broken window and illuminating his frame, making him seem bigger and more intimidating than he really was. Weapons in hand and face covered with his signature goggles and mouthguard, he strided forward and narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want??"

Saying nothing, he lept at the closest one to him; a man, likely in his early to mid twenties, and sunk his hatchet deep into his neck. Warm crimson squirted out across his clothes and made a puddle in the floor, and Toby could hear the gargled pleas of the poor guy as he stumbled to the floor. There was no point in finishing him off; he'd bleed out within a couple of minutes anyway.

Shouts of terror erupted from around him and everyone made a valiant effort to back away, but Toby was quicker. He tackled a girl to the ground and sliced her head open, soon repeating the hit until she wasn't moving anymore.

As he was doing this, he failed to notice someone sneak up behind him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt, metal object and instantly fell over, vision going blurry and senses now screwed up. His grip automatically tightened on his hatchets, and he attempted to stand to his feet and stab whoever it was that interfered with his mission, only to be met with a whack to the side of his face.

This knocked him on his back, and he blinked frantically, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he wouldn't be overpowered. Is this it? He thought. Is this where my pitiful excuse for a life ends?

The man lifted the steel rebar to swing again, but was cut off when a blade was plunged straight through his throat. Toby could barely see the pain in his eyes as he was thrown to the concrete ground below, coughing and sputtering incoherent sentences as he writhed around and clutched the wound.

The person that was the cause of such an injury shoved their sword into his chest, and the man stopped moving almost instantly. While they allowed Toby to recover, the person swiftly sprinted over to the other ones that had tried in vain to escape. He didn't see it himself, but he could hear pained screams and what sounded like metal clashing against the wall before it all went silent.

Toby rubbed at his head in discomfort, forcing himself up but losing his balance and having to clutch the rails of a staircaise beside him. Calm footsteps echoed through the building as someone approached, and Toby met their eyes but couldn't see the bottom half of their face due to the mask they were wearing.

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner." They spoke, and Toby couldn't help but notice the voice sounded lighter than he'd expect from a male. "I had some...business, to attend to."

"I almost died," he spat, keeping a hand glued to his head and sending a glare at who was most certainly a girl. "Yy-you had a job to do, and you almost w-weren't present to even do it."

She pulled the hood away from her head and sheathed her sword, shrugging nonchalantly. "I said I was sorry."

Bitch, he thought, grimacing at the consistent throbbing in his mind. She hardened her gaze.

"Who are you calling a 'bitch'? You couldn't even fight off a few guys! That's pretty pathetic, in my opinion."

Wait, what did she just--? His lips parted incredulously as he stared down at her. I must have muttered it or something...

"You didn't mutter anything, hatchet boy. Toby, is it?" She stuck her hand out, and he lowered his gaze hesitantly. "Nice to meet you. Boss informed me a little about your profile but was vague, for the most part. I'm Y\n."

He blinked at her before scoffing and pushing himself away. "Screw off. I-I'm not being ff-f-friendly with someone as undependable as you."

"Fine, have it your way." She stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head. "And by the way, I'm not 'undependable'. Just not used to working with other people."

"Sure." The venom was noticeable in his words as he staggered over to pick up his hatchets that had been dropped previously. "Where do you l-ll-live, a-anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She was two steps ahead of him and bended over to pick up the weapons herself, so he wouldn't fall on his face and damage himself any more. He snatched them from her grasp.

"I just want to know w-why it took so long for you to shh-s-show up." She raised an eyebrow and the corners of her lips pulled upward.

"I already told you why I was late."

Boss won't be pleased to hear that answer.

"Maybe he won't. But he'll understand once I explain it to him." She crossed her arms and he shot her another glare.

"How do you dd-do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what. D-dd-don't play dumb."

"Oh. You mean the mind-reading?" She grinned coyly and began dragging one of the bodies toward the center of the large room.

"Liar. Thh-that isn't possible."

"Is it not?" She hummed with feigned disappointment. "My bad."

Then again, ghosts, demons, and mind-controlling exists...

"You make a compelling point, Toby." He grabbed the wrists of the girl he killed a few minutes prior and copied Y\n's movements, sharpening his scowl.

"Ss-stop it."

"And why should I? You've been nothing but unpleasant to me."

"I wonder why."

"So if you won't try to be decent, then I won't try to be decent." She raked a hand through her hair. "It's as simple as that."

"Ff-fine." He breathed a puff of air through his nose. "I didn't wanna know, anyway."

"Yes, you do." He heard her murmur, and he only shook his head defiantly as they worked together to dispose of the bodies, leaving no trace of evidence behind them.

Henlo, sorry for the bother but thinking abt Bloody painter with a child reader. The reader used to be a high achiever in school and always forced to study but with helen when he gets a low score he will be like " Thats alright unless you tried your best " it could be a head cannon or a scenario whataver u like <3 if ur uncomfortable its alr ignore this <3

You're no bother at all, hun! I thought this was a really cute idea ^^

I'm writing this under the assumption that the reader lives in the Manor with the others but still goes to school, also that Helen and the reader are not related and have bonded like siblings.

Bloody Painter/Child Reader: You Did Your Best

Your shoes dragged regretfully through the long, intimidating hallways of the home, backpack slung over your shoulder and eyes glued to the floor. This was not a good day, not a good day at all. How could you have gotten such a low grade? After all of the effort you put into memorizing the answers, all of the sleepless nights you had spent studying? That was all for nothing?

In short, you felt like an utter failure and thought yourself worthy of the dunce hat. Your parents had taught you not to make such grave mistakes, and what had you done? You did it anyway. If they were still around, they'd surely have stuck you in the chair of shame right after giving you the scream session of the week.

What would your friends think? What would Helen think? He had always encouraged you so sweetly - would he really start shunning you just because you got a bad grade on a single test? Would he want to stop spending time with you altogether? You didn't really desire to find out. Maybe he didn't need to know. Maybe you could blow it off, and if the subject surfaced, you'd simply lie. Then you remembered lying deserved something far worse than a timeout corner, so perhaps that wasn't the best tactic.

"Hey, lil' mouse," was the voice that sounded from behind you, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks as your entire body stiffened. "How'd school go?"

You didn't want to look at him, not ready to face his inevitable disappointment. He meant so much to you, it would just be unbearable to see his expression when you told him you failed. So you sighed quietly, keeping your head down, refusing to turn around. "Terribly..."

"How so?" His shift in tone, from curiosity to concern, was obvious, and he took a step closer. "What happened?"

"I...I..." No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't force the words from your mouth, afraid of the judgement you'd receive. 

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder; what would normally be a comforting touch made your anxiety sky-rocket, and you inhaled shakily. "Hey, Y\n." His soft voice came from directly behind you, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation. "You can talk to me."

"Helen..." The sentence left your lips as a hesitant whisper, full of agitation. It was clear you were having trouble forcing this out, and in response, he tightened his gentle grip encouragingly. "I'm sorry. I—I couldn't do it, I failed. P-please don't be mad..."

"Mad?" He seemed confused, not understanding what you were talking about. "What went on today? Did you get hurt?"

To emphasize his words, he crouched in front of you, attempting to meet your eyes, but you were too distressed to do that, so you looked to the side. The tears collecting in the corners of your vision made it a bit difficult to see well, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. "I did bad on my test," you muttered, having to bite your lip to stop from openly crying. "I didn't get an 'A'. I didn't bypass the other kids. I'm a disgrace and I'm sorry." You sniffled, balling up your fists. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Y\n, why...why would I be even remotely upset about that?" His voice held a thick layer of incredulity, as if the very idea baffled him. Yet he sounded relieved that nothing more serious was afoot. "No one can get a perfect score all the time."

"But..." you finally brought yourself to lift your gaze, cheeks hot with embarrassment, "I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to impress..."

"The amount of things you've managed to achieve at such a young age is already impressive. You don't have to be great at everything, Y\n. You're such an incredible kid, even if you take the success away."

He reached out to tenderly wipe a droplet of water from your face, and you couldn't believe your ears. He wasn't disappointed?

His smile, though small, was kind, and his blue eyes sparkled with sincerity. "You tried your best and that's all that matters. Even if you failed all your classes, you'd still be awesome. I'd never be mad about something like that."

"You...mean it?" 

"'Course I mean it, mouse." Brand new tears were developing in your sight, though this time, it was for an entirely different reason, and you launched yourself into his arms, joyed beyond comprehension by his claims. He accepted you, and how you did in school wouldn't ever effect your relationship. He still cared.

And he always would.

Meeting LJ

Lj x Gn!Reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: Go easy on me dudes this is my first time posting a story

“Adam wanna come outside and play in the park? We haven't hang out for a while now have we, buddy?” y/n told their 6 year old little brother. Adam was always cooped up in the house since it's been summer break. They felt bad for not being there for him more often. y/n’s work has been taking a load on them.

“Can I please stay here instead? I don’t want to leave LJ pleasee?” Adam pleaded

‘LJ? Who the fuck is that..probably just an imaginary friend or something’

“Oh? Is that your new friend? What do they look like?” y/n asked kinda creeped out about it but shrugged it off wanting to engage a conversation with Adam

“Mhm he keeps me company and he's very funny. His name is Laughing Jack or LJ for short. He has this big long nose and OH! He looks so cool! He wears these black and white clothes and is very tall!” He yelled happily 

‘Dam..That’s not creepy at all’ y/n thought

“Well he can tag along with us. It will be fun, don't you think? Now grab your coat and hat, it's pretty chilly outside” They said cheerily but on the inside they didn't want whatever this creature was, not that it matters he's not real.

“Yes!” He quickly stood up and rushed out the door. y/n sighed and took one last glance around his room before seeing a black shadow dash on the corner of their eye making them spin their head towards that direction. 

“I swear to god. Ghosts not now kill me later- I mean don’t kill me. Fuck go away” y/n hastily said and closed their brother’s room.

Ah yes the park, a lovely place to be in beautiful dandelion flowers are seen along the path towards the playground. Kids swaying on swings, the other slid on the slides. All the elderly people were watching, sitting and observing their children's play. The other moms were gossiping and talking shit of each other 

“Go ahead and play there Adam I’ll join you in a few” y/n said sitting on a bench they watched as he rushed along and verse with other kids. y/n looked up at the sky and closed their eyes thinking of work..No I should push that aside for now they thought.

 Y/n exhaled through their nose and opened their eyes to be welcomed with a demonic looking creature smiling wide at them with pointy yellow teeth and a long cone shaped nose. y/n jolted up and yelped loudly which received weird glances from the people around them. y/n was embarrassed but they glanced around them but whatever the fuck that was seems like it disappeared. That thing looked exactly like Adam’s “friend” according to how he described him. 

“Shit shit what the fuck was that?!” They whisper shouted at themselves now feeling paranoid of their surroundings 

“y/n come join me!” Adam shouted suddenly making them flinch 

“Coming!”

Both siblings played around there for a few hours before y/n decided that they should both leave before it gets dark. The whole time y/n would glance around their surroundings hoping not to see that smiling monochrome creature both of them finally reached the house, for dinner y/n just heated up some leftover food and at that the day was almost over.

“Come on dear brother it’s time for bed” They said as he helped him change his clothes to a more comfier one and tucked him in the bed. “Goodnight Adam I love you” y/n said kissing Adams forehead

“Goodnight y/n and Lj” He smiled at the both of them

y/n felt goosebumps all over their body and left Adam’s room hastily feeling very unsettled.

“Fuking Lj, that creepy bitch. Fuck it I’m not sleeping tonight” They said running into their room scared. 

y/n laid down on their bed and all the lights were on, so is the TV hoping it would distract them from the thought. “I’m a fuking adult. I shouldn't be scared for the love of shit” y/n just stayed there on their bed watching random channels on the TV for hours but the sleepiness took over and they passed out. 

It's been a week since that happened and everything is going strange 1. Someone is leaving candy in front of your doorstep and few small dandelion flowers 2. Adam is always talking to himself in his room 3. A shadowy figure keeps appearing on y/n’s peripheral vision it's making them so paranoid to the point y/n tried calling the police because someone keeps leaving candy and flowers in front of their house but the stupid officers just laughed at them and said it was probably some prank someone is pulling.

“Well fuck you too what if its some stalker leaving candy and flowers or some shit” They muttered to themselves. All sorts of candy were piled on their front door to snickers, skittles, m&m etc. y/n was actually tempted to take one but was too scared to reach for one.

Adam had requested y/n to watch a movie together when they returned from work. He loves watching movies, especially “Scream”. He likes to re-watch it everytime not that y/n is complaining they like Stu Macher and would watch the movie a thousand times just for him. 

They both watched all the scream movies before passing out on the couch. What a lovely night isn't it. I think a Monochromic clown enjoyed it too who y/n seems to have momentarily forgotten about.

y/n slowly woke up from hearing murmurs from his brother

“Adam why are you awake- WHAT THE FUCK GET AWAY FROM HIM” y/n stood up and tried to get closer but some force was not letting them

“y/n! You’re awake and you can see him! This is LJ my friend-” Adam was cut off by y/n

“No no Adam that is not your friend that is some demonic shit and I can’t fucking move! GET OUT OF HERE!” They shouted frustrated in the verge of tears

“Ah aren’t you y/n how adorable” Lj chuckled

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want from us” y/n growled they cant move a limb and remained standing infront of them.

“Don't worry y/n he's very kind and nice and he's not a demon he's a clown!” Adam smiled at you. Oh how innocent this soul is not knowing this clown can kill him any second.

“I don’t want anything from your brother. I want you. Adam, why don't you go to y/n’s room and find a movie for all of us to watch, while I get to know your lovely little sibling.” He smiled his sharp teeth showing  

“Sure!” He stood up from the floor and went upstairs to your room to find a your collection of CDs

“Am I on fuking drugs? Don’t you dare fuking hurt him if you’re actually real. I'm gonna rip your guts out you tall bitch!” y/n shouted but lowered it down hoping Adam won't hear. y/n was scared and confused if this was a dream or not.

“Oh no deary how threatening.. Did you like those candies and dandelions I gave you?” Lj asked hopefully 

“No I fucking hated it! What is it that you want from us bitch” They said glaring at him if only looks can kill. He looked a bit hurt but proceeded 

“Now now I just wanted to make a deal and no you’re not on drugs. I’ve been watching you for a while and I've taken a great liking to you... I like how you take care of your brother and never abandon him. Let me stay here. I wont hurt him or you.” He smiled menacingly 

“What makes you fuking think I’ll believe you? Hell I could actually be dreaming or be dealing with a fuking devil” They said confidently. Poor y/n they really thought it's a dream. The fact that they think that this is all fake is giving them confidence. 

“If this was a dream you would let me rip your brother to shreds then hm?” Lj said in a bit of wonder, smiling very wildly, his sharp, big, and yellow teeth showing. 

“NO! Dont just..fuking hell. What if I deny?” They asked very unsettled. This might be a dream but they will still never let their brother get hurt or killed in any way.

“I’ll rip both of you to shre-” 

“Fine fine you can stay but if you harm a single strand of his hair or hurt him in any fucking way I’ll find a way to get rid of you” They stubled back a bit finally feeling the sensation in their body.

“Hmm will see about that” He grinned

“y/n! Lj! Let’s watch Clueless! I really want to see this one” He cheered coming back to the room, seeming not to notice what they were talking about. 

y/n who was still processing what's going on just nodded as they took the CD from Adam’s hand and loaded it in the CD player. y/n wanted to ask questions but was too afraid. They really hoped it was just a dream or get the balls to ask Lj who the fuck he is and what is he. Lj sat beside y/n making them flinch.

“Don’t be scared now i don't bite” He smirked

“Ye..yeh right” They said nervously and looked away from him