(yasbro123 gets another cookie, so here it is! (.:::.) Enjoy all the chaotic destruction!)
Jeff The Cooker
Jeff snuck in through the kitchen window on a lovely, sunny day. You were upstairs, messing around with your new laptop while fighting off a killer migraine.
D/N sniffed out his presence and came loyally trotting into the kitchen, wagging his/her tail as a sign of friendliness.
The psychotic killer kneeled down and gave the nutty pooch a pat on the head.
"Hey, D/N! You wanna help me cook Y/N a surprise breakfast?"
Almost at once, the dog's ears drooped along with his/her face and tail. A tiny whimper emerged from his/her throat.
"Don't look so scared; I won't play with lighters this time!"
Jeff stood up and made his way to the fridge for some milk and butter. D/N jumped onto the countertop and tried to dial 911 with his/her slippery nose.
Soon, Jeff set down a whole armful of ingredients along with a mixing bowl. He noticed the frantic dog trying to contact the fire department.
"Pssst. Give me a break! I think I can manage to make pancakes without blazing the house to the ground!"
OFFICIAL FIRE DEPARTMENT REPORT: BOYFRIEND ATTEMPTED TO FLIP A HOT PANCAKE AND DROPPED IT ON HIS FOOT. PROCEEDED TO LIGHT THE PANCAKE ON FIRE WITH A LIGHTER AND FLUNG IT AT A "BLONDE MIDGET," WHO PROMPTLY PANICKED AND SPREAD THE FLAMES FURTHER, BLAZING MS. Y/N'S HOUSE TO THE GROUND.
BEN Drowned... In debris?
(BEN won't cook in this one... Because we need everyone alive for future scenarios.)You looked out of your window and saw the charred remains of your friend's house. Of course, you grabbed your bag and ran out to see if BEN had died, since he had been trying to steal her television at the time.
F/N was standing by the pavement in her pajamas with a laptop tucked under her arm. She looked royally ticked off.
Curiously enough, her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. But D/N was, digging through the debris with eager frenzy.
You decided it would be best not to say anything to F/N, so you carefully tiptoed around her and stepped over a charred heap of bricks,
D/N looked up when he/she smelt you. The crazy pooch's muzzle was streaked with ash and soot; moist nose covered in fine gray powder.
With a rumbling bark, he/she turned back and tossed up the debris like nobody's business. Pretty soon, a little elf was uncovered.
You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp. Of laughter.
BEN, completely covered in black soot, blinked rapidly with confused eyes. Then he started throwing a hissy fit because D/N was slobbering on his tunic.
Or at least, what was left of it.
"Lemme down! I've gotta find Jeff and give him a piece of my brain!"
"Don't you mean mind?" You chuckled, trying not to snort.
"... It- It's complicated, alright Y/N? Put me down, you big fat ball of slobber!"
Well, D/N didn't like being called names. So he/she positioned himself/herself in front of the dug hole, lowered the elf back down, turned around and started burying him all over again.
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Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios
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