Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Meets Your Brother

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Jeff the Killer

Your older brother had heard all about your ordeal, or at least a watered-down version of it.

And so he showed up at six in the morning, banging on your front door with force.

"Y/N! Y/N! I swear to god, you never tell me anything! Open up or I'll bust this door down!"

You epically swung yourself out of bed and ran downstairs, leaping gracefully over D/N, who was snoozing in the hallway.

Before your brother could follow up on his earlier threat, you breathlessly flung the door open.

"Jesus Christ, B/N! You could've called and said you were coming!"

"Y/N! You crazy woman; why didn't you tell me that you'd been kidnapped by some wacky psycho?"

He lifted you up into a bone-crushing hug, which you returned with a happy sigh.

"Well I didn't think it was important!"

Just then, Jeff wandered out of the kitchen. He was holding the cookie jar in one hand and a bottle of your shampoo in the other.

The psychotic killer froze, looking from you to your older sibling. Something clicked inside his head.

Before you could explain to him, Jeff started pelting your brother with cookies from the jar, shouting angrily for him to leave.

When that didn't work, your overzealous boyfriend opened the shampoo bottle and started squirting him with it.

Your brother threw his arms in the air and went down the garden path, covered in crumbs and custom-mixed shampoo.

Luckily, you managed to intercept Jeff before he took chase, yelled an apology to your brother, then dragged the killer back inside and slammed the door shut.

BEN Drowned... In watered-down watermelon smoothie?

Inside your kitchen, BEN was plopping pieces of chopped-up watermelon into the new, deluxe tall blender.

"I'm making something special for Y/N as an apology. She thinks I love my snacks more than her, you see."

The ghost of C/N nodded wisely, floating over with a pawful of lettuce. He was also carrying a bag of ice.

BEN grabbed the lettuce and threw it in to make the smoothie "healthy," then stood on his tiptoes to pour down the ice.

"Gimme a hand with this; it's complicated machinery!"

The ghost of C/N rolled his ghostly eyeballs and simply sat on the "go" switch, munching away on a tuna sandwich.

BEN pressed his nose to the blender and watched with awe as the "smoothie" whirrled round and round.

"It ain't blending! Turn it up to turbo mode!"

Fifteen minutes later, the little elf proudly marched out of the kitchen to present his creation to you, inside a funky glass with a swirly straw.

The ghost of C/N could be seen in the background, pointing a fire extinguisher at the expensive blender as it went up in flames.

BEN poked his head around the lounge door, then gasped loudly when he saw you sitting with another dude.