Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Has a Nervous Breakdown

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Jeff the Killer

It was quiet when you returned home after the karate contest.

Too quiet.

"Hello? Jeff? D/N?"

There wasn't even a little blonde midget raiding the fridge.

You set down your bag and began walking upstairs, checking everything as you went. Even the flower pots for some bizarre reason.

Are they trying to pull another prank on me or something?

Finally, you began to hear an odd sound from the bathroom...

Like soft sobbing.

"Jeff? Is that you?"

Even thought it was unlikely, you became slightly worried that maybe you had kicked him below the belt one too many times and that now his... Erm... Well...

For the sake of the rating, I won't repeat all of what you asked.

"Did your-*BLEEP*- Fall off or something?"

The sobbing didn't cease. In fact, it just seemed to get louder.

You just wanted to know what the heck was going on, so you resorted to desperate measures and kicked the door open.

D/N, who was watching everything from the bathtub, jumped out and went trotting over to you, looking relived.

Jeff had dipped his head back and was holding his knife up with a shaky hand.

"JEFF!"

Tears were flowing out of his eyes, as he had no eyelids to stop them.

"I-I killed them a-all... I-I'm a monster... I-I'm insane... T-This is the only way t-to escape the m-madness..."

The tarnished silver tip sank into his throat, drawing out a trickle of scarlet.

With one sweep of your hand, the knife was knocked straight out of his grip and smashed into the bathroom mirror, causing the whole thing to break apart and fall spectacularly to the floor.

D/N yelped in alarm and shot out to hide somewhere downstairs.

Jeff lost his balance and fell down, landing against the bathtub with a startled expression.

"Y-Y/N?"

"What were you thinking? Committing suicide to escape the guilt? You're better than that, Jeffy boy! When the hell did you suddenly start feeling remorse? " You cried out, grabbing him by the hoodie and easily yanking him up.

"I-I...I... I don't know!"

Without another word, Jeff burst into tears.

You brought him downstairs and comforted him until he calmed down, although it did take a few days for Jeff to return to being the smiling psychopath that you knew and loved.

BEN Drowned... In red?

F/N had woken you up in the middle of the night with a phone call. She told you that Jeff had tried to kill himself because he finally realized what a nutjob he really was.

You sort of nodded, yawned a little and then bid her goodnight.

"Oh gosh... I can't imagine what Jeff must've been going through... Well I'll tell BEN in the morning, if he doesn't know already..."