Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

You Discover A Different Side Of Him

[Eeep! D'ya know how long it's been since I last updated? Too long! Bringing you awesome readers a new segment of insanity, suggestion courtesy of LyricRoyal, who receives another virtual cookie to add to her growing collection! (.:::.)] 

Jeff the Killer

It was "that" time of the month again, and this time you were having a supernatural craving for cookies. But not just any cookies. Little tiny cookies that came in bite-sized proportions.

You had had an ample stock of the succulent crunchies on hand. And yes, had had. You'd had those cookies until BEN came along and munched them all away, hence the past tense.

Tragically, it had been a massive jar, big enough for the average dachshund to curl up in. It weighed a ton, and might've broken a world record or two.

On that fateful night when you'd opened the lid to satisfy your case of the munchies, BEN was the only thing left, surrounded by crumbs. You mistook him for a cookie in your sleep-deprived state and tried to eat him.

Naturally, you'd given an earful to Jeff about it the next day. Something about "expensive product" and "control your *bleeping* friend, you mother*bleeping* idiot."

Anydoodles, it was about one in the evening. You were sitting cozily in the lounge, watching reruns of Naruto Shippuden and chuckling at Hidan's loudmouth habits.

After awhile, you began to notice that D/N wasn't curled up nearby. Or above. Or below. Hell, the bloomin' dog wasn't there at all.

It might've been the erratic hormones acting up, but you were instantly worried and feared the worst. The worst being that D/N had been doggynapped by the Akatsuki. Or Zalgo. Both were plausible.

You reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed and towards the kitchen. That's when you registered a strange smell - a strangely delicious one.

And so you stumbled upon the most startling scene of seeing Jeff pulling a piping-hot tray of itty-bitty cookies out of the oven. Seriously. They were this small. (.::.)

Disturblingly, he wasn't wearing oven mitts. But since his hands were covered in scarred, leathery white skin, it didn't effect him. Or at least, we all hope so.

D/N was sitting by his feet, dissolved into a gooey-gooey state of lovey-dovey, feed-me-whatever-that-is-because-it-smells-so-good-I'm-probably-gonna-reject-it-anyway-or-burn-my-tongue-and-get-a-stomachache.

Jeff happily went over to the gigantic cookie jar and tipped the cookie tray over, successfully filling the thing all the way to the top. Then the crazy killer turned around and noticed you.

"Oh, hiya Y/N!" He chirped happily, leaning a hand on the terrific achievement that was the smokey cookie jar.

"J-Jeffy boy... What is this?" You asked, gobsmacked.

You weren't shocked out of your mind about the thousands of cookies, oh no. You were shocked that the whole house hadn't blazed down to the ground again.

"Didn't I tell you? My momma taught me how to bake and I found some old recipes inside her coffin!" Jeff announced, with a cocky grin on his psychopathic lil' face.

BEN Drowned... In chocolate hearts?

You were feeling quite... Unwell, after eating a full course of sushi at a questionable eating establishment as a dare from one of your friends.

After sprinting as fast as a Foxy to the bathroom sink to throw up for the umpteenth time the next day, you swore never to eat another maki roll for as long as you lived.