Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When He Ask You to Be His Girlfriend [Rewritten]

Slenderman:

In the three months that you had gotten to know Slender, you slowly started to develop a small crush on him. Of course, you never attempted to tell him or let him know that you held such feelings for him for fear that it would ruin the friendship you had with him. But, lately, the tall, faceless man had been acting strangely. His muscles would suddenly tense up underneath your touch as the cool composure he normally had would disappear and be replaced with him becoming a blushing, sputtering mess. Sometimes you felt that he was even avoiding trying to acknowledge your presence at random moments.

You started to grow worried, feeling that you might have done something to upset him or that you had somehow made him uncomfortable around your presence. You chew on your bottom lip as you followed the dirt path that would lead you through the woods and into a clearing that you both had agreed to meet at. When you arrived, you were quite surprised to find the tall man pacing back and forth as he clutched a bouquet of roses. "Slender?" you questioned, watching as he flinched upon hearing your voice and slowly turned to face you.

"Oh, [Your Name], you're here early" he said, clearing his throat as you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I had nothing else to do so...is everything alright? You look nervous" you said, walking further into the clearing and towards your faceless friend. "What's with the flowers?" you asked, eyes now directed towards them and them only.

"Oh? These? Well, um, you see..." Slender started to fidget around before heaving a sigh as he dropped down to one knee and held the bouquet of roses out to you. "[Your Name], I was wondering if—if you wouldn't mind—y-you'd like to be my g-girlfriend?" he asked, voice trembling near the end. You stood there for a few seconds, blankly staring at him as you slowly processed what you had just been asked. You watched how his shoulders started to slump downwards the longer you took to answer his question.

"Yes!" you suddenly squealed as reality finally caught up with you and you flung yourself at the faceless man, arms tightly wrapping themselves around his neck. Slender tensed up for a second before quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and tightly hugged you back.

Jeff the Killer:

If there was one thing you had learned about Jeff in the three months that you had gotten know him, it was that he wasn't that big on expressing himself. Sure, he would laugh every now and then, but you found that anger seemed to be the number one emotion that he always expressed 24/7. So, it was obvious that he wasn't one to express any lovey-dovey emotions—in fact, he seemed to gag at the thought of such things. That little-known fact never bothered you before until you recently found yourself getting a small crush on the smiling man the longer you two spent time together. You found him oddly attractive in your own strange way.

But, lately, he's started to act differently towards you. He always seemed to be in a mood and would constantly snap or tense up whenever you were too close to him. You started to grow worried and wondered if you had done something to irritate the man. Tonight, was no different as you felt your mind wander back to the killer's strange behavior as you sat up in bed, staring down at your phone and mindlessly played another level on Candy Crush—a game you were currently getting addicted to. You didn't care if it was already nearing four in the morning and the fact that your eyes were starting to sting from staring at your phone's screen for too long, but you did feel your ears suddenly perk to the sound of your bedroom window sliding open.

Lifting your head, you watched as Jeff pulled himself inside, stumbling a little as he lost his footing and smashed face first into the wooden floor. You weren't worried about him making too much noise, even if your parents were home, seeing how they were too tired and already passed out asleep in their room that you were sure nothing could wake them. You could be screaming bloody murder right now and they'd still be peacefully sleeping in their room. "Jeff, what are you doing here?" you tiredly asked, voice groggy as you raised an eyebrow. Instead of receiving an answer, a bunch of roses was suddenly shoved in your face—their stems bent, and petals torn as if he had just fought to rip them out of someone's hands.