When You Rage

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(Life's been a bit hectic lately and it's interfering with my ability to write, but I'll pull through for you guys! I present to you, yasbro123, a virtual cookie! (.:::.) )

| Warning: Although modified by the PSOC, these scenarios may not be suitable for children or anyone with a dirty mind... I know you're gonna read it anyway. |

Jeff The Killer

Jeff slunk downstairs and into the kitchen with a guilty look on his mutliated face. He was holding something behind his back.

"Hey... Y/N... How's it going?"

You stopped sipping your hot chocolate and just stared at him. BEN's head popped from the toaster and also stared, wide eyes bleeding. D/N yawned cutely, then started to stare too.

Jeff shuffled his feet, obviously uncomfortable at having three pairs of eyes staring creepily at him.

"Hehehe..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, suddenly tongue-tied.

"Spit it out, Jeffy boy."

"U-Um... Y-Y-You love me very, very, very, very, very much, r-right Y/N....?"

You set down the mug. The staring intensified. D/N sneezed and licked up the snot.

After an awkward silence, Jeff nervously held out his hands. He was holding your brand-new laptop, or rather, what was left of it.

"I might've jumped and sat on your fabulous laptop..."

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE THAT?"

"The- The shiny red surface made it look like a pillow!"

(Due to the probable presence of children reading this book, the rest of this scenario has been omitted for excessive swearing, violence and bloodshed.)

BEN Drowned... In shards of the Shikon Jewel?

"Flesh... Y/N... Give me your fleeeesssshhhh..."

You rolled your eyes and pushed your elvish boyfriend off the bed. For the past half an hour, he'd been imitating a zombie hellbent on chomping down your foot.

BEN just climbed right back on and clung onto your leg, once more moaning his zombie chant. He was wearing the bloodied makeup and everything.

You sighed and shook him off, kicking his little butt right back to the floor. Your mind was focused on your 3DS XL as you played Pokèmon Y.

"Braaaaiiiinnns... Give me your braaaaiinns..." BEN moaned, slowly pulling himself up onto the bed and crawling on top of your head.

Then you abruptly slammed the 3DS down at your side, cursing to high heaven. (Major swearing has been bleeped by the Phantom Society Of Censorship, PSOC)

"F*** this motherf****ing Pokèradar s***! And f*** you, chain-breaking bidoof! I had a f***ing chain of THIRTY SIX Riolu! THIRTY MOTHERF****ING SIX, YOU SON OF A-"

Dark Link~

"-Pussy!"

Laughing childishly, you ran through the meadow and picked up your childhood kitten. Pussy looked miserable, but you were too young to see that.

Then you woke up. And realized that it'd all been a dream. And remembered that Pussy had disappeared fourteen years ago.

Well actually, Pussy had decided to wander into the backyard of your friend and refused to come back, so she'd adopted him and named him C/N. Cats could be real jerks sometimes.

"DARKNESS!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.

To your surprise, Dark Link burst into the room instantly, hopping up and down, trying to pull up one of his boots. On the other foot, he wore a fluffy kitty slipper.

In fact, he was pretty much still in his pajamas. Instead of his usual dark hat, he was wearing an adorable neko nightcap.

"Y-Yes, my sweet angel? What's wrong? Who do I have to kill?"

The sight of so much kawaii cat on your boyfriend only aggravated your anger further. You slammed your fist on the bed and screamed with fury.

"I MISS MY PUSSY!"

"W-What...?"

Laughing Little Mermaid

L.J had fallen asleep, sitting upright on the couch. He was whistling contently, probably haunting those poor unfortunate souls in the dreamworld, where nobody would hear their voice.

You snuck up on him from behind, holding a set of cymbals. Operation revenge had been carefully choreographed to be a complete success.

Here goes nothing!

Just as you were about to slam the cymbals together, the monochrome clown stretched out his arms while yawning.

"Oh hello, my sweet gummy bear! What are you doing here?"

You dropped the cymbals and dramatically fell to your knees, screaming loud enough to disperse the outside birds from their trees.

"FFFFFFF************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************ING HELL!"

"Was it something I said?" L.J questioned, innocently cocking his head to one side.

And Meanwhile, At The- Oh? What's That? Got It.

Ahem.
At An Unspecified Time, Inside A Random Taxi....

The rain outside was cascading down like a waterfall, flooding the street drains in miniature whirlpools.

Inside the taxi, it was warm and cozy. Despite the weather, Evelyn's family reunion was still going full steam ahead. Some relatives were even flying in from countries around the world.

Slenderman had given Smiley something to take for the host. It was gift-wrapped and boxed, so he had no idea what was inside.

The not-so-good doctor puzzled over the strange gift during their lengthily ride to the fancy banquet hall.

"It's much lighter than the average human heart, and quite small..." He trailed off, weighing the box that was cocooned in operator-symbol-print wrapping paper.

Smirky finally looked away from the window and glanced at the present. It had sparked his curiosity too, but he didn't show it as much.

"MaYbE It'S eMpTY."

"There's something inside it; I can hear thumping when I shake the box..."

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A/N: Smiley, I really hope you don't open that box. That's all I'm gonna say~

Well, life is looming chaotically over my head and draining me of energy, but I'll keep writing! This was fun and helped me let off some steam.

Fun fact: BEN's scenario was based off a real life incident. Only it was an Azumaril that broke my chain, not a Bidoof. And no. I didn't get a shiny Riolu. But I wanna catch one by myself, so I'll keep tryin'!

Toodles!

~TheNightPhantom

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