Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

~You "Celebrate" Your Anniversary~

[Today, as far as my records go, is the day I published a tiny book with five chapters, that got fifty views on its first day. One year ago. :3]

Jeff the Killer

It was a quiet, windy night.

You lay in bed, thinking about the past and everything that had happened to you over the year. It had certainly been an adventure. An adorably-clueless-boyfriend-and-greedy-blonde-midget-filled adventure.

D/N lay curled up at the foot of your bed without a care in the world. The little pooch wouldn't stir for anything, not even the subtle sound of the window sliding open.

At once, wind rushed into the room with frenzy. The curtains went shooting up to high heaven, papers whisked themselves off the desk and the ghost of C/N went flying to places unknown.

Do not question what the ghost of C/N was doing on the scene; some things aren't meant to be told. It definitely didn't involve rooting through your bookshelf for the sequel to Fifty Shades Of Grey.

You rolled over, yawning. "Close the window, you knuckle-headed nutcase."

Jeff nervously laughed and turned around to comply with your demands. The wind's regin of terror was brought to a standstill. "Can't sleep either, huh Y/N?"

"Nope."

"Um... Well it is our anniversary. We met today, one year ago."

"Yep."

"Do you wanna come downstairs and make me- er- have some hot chocolate? You know, as a celebratory thingy?" He tried to sound innocent. Key word being tried.

"You're addicted to hot chocolate!" You complained, tossing the blanket off. It landed nicely over D/N, cocooning the snoozing pooch. This little detail was ignored.

"-Because it tastes so nice!" Jeff argued, walking by your side as the two of you proceeded downstairs to the kitchen.

As it turned out, you needn't have bothered with the thought of putting the kettle on or anything like that. A certain monochome clown had already helped himself to the cocoa and made a whole jug of it.

Laughing Jack was wearing a laughably cartoony set of candy-print pyjamas. His hair was tied back, and his face was devoid of makeup that you didn't even know he wore.

BEN was sitting opposite, having some kind of staring contest while sipping an endless stream of hot chocolate from a crazy straw that was 'stealthily' stuck in the jug.

Just take a moment to picture this intrusive scene.

You and Jeff exchanged bemused looks, unsure what the hell do to. Then - simultaneously - you both grinned. Devil horns appeared.

BEN Drowned... But in what?

The ghost of C/N was lounging on your couch, hogging up all the space he could manage whilst surfing the T.V channels.

It was the middle of the night, and the noise was keeping you up. So you were in the kitchen, helping yourself to some Doritos; a rare celebratory treat.

All of a sudden, the T.V screen began to glitch. A moment later, a battered 'n bruised BEN came flying through it and crashed right into the ghost of C/N.

"AAAAHHH!"

"REREEOW!"

You poked your head around the doorway and stuffed snacks into your mouth like popcorn as you watched BEN frantically claw at the ghost of C/N in a blind panic.

C/N fought back tooth and nail. It was very entertaining.

In the end, your blonde boyfriend proved victorious and sent the crazy cat fleeing for the nearest exit. Yes, BEN fought a ghost and won. For once.

Elven Darkness~

You fell asleep on Dark Link's lap halfway through binge-watching (favourite show). He was awfully comfy, I must say. And naturally, he didn't mind.

In fact, he sorta fell asleep too, sitting up. It was a lazy night.

-Until your individual dreams were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. And knocking. Lots and lots of bashy knocking.

"POLICE; OPEN UP!"

"Not again..." You groaned, clinging onto Darkness out of laziness as the shade attempted to get up.

"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF E/BF/N AND HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN FABULOUS!"

Dark Link somehow dragged you (and himself) over to the door. You helpfully drew out his sword for him, while pretty much hanging onto his neck like a monkey.

When he threw the door open, Phantom was standing there with a police loudspeaker. She also sported a huge cake and a beaming grin.

"It was BEN's idea. Happy anniversary!"

Laughing... Laughing... Um... Bent Nose?

Doctor Smiley was surprised - and later extremely grateful - when you paid a visit and offered to help him tidy up the surgery as a friendly gesture of goodwill.

Smirky wasn't so thrilled. In fact, he was keeping an unusually close eye on you while you went around with a featherduster, shadowing you even in the closet.

All tensions were broken when L.J came barreling through the door, clutching his nose.

"DOCTOR SMILEY! DOCTOR SMILEY!"

Smiley jolted like he'd been kicked up the bottom. Then he cleared his throat and began mimicking a familiar voice. "Um... I'm- I'm not Smiley. He's not here right now."

Still holding his (presumably bent by F/N) nose tightly, L.J wailed in despair and rocketed out of the surgery to search for the not-so-good doctor elsewhere.

You stepped out of the closet to dust off the featherduster. Smirky came out after you, holding his hands behind his back.

"Did I hear L.J come by here?" You inquired, whacking the 'duster on the windowsill.

"It must've been an auditory hallucination brought on by dust inhalation, Y/N. There was no L.J here!" Smiley laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

Smirky hung around in a dark corner until L.J's girlfriend had left. The illusionst creepypasta kept his hands clasped together, even when he came out of the aforementioned dark corner.

Smiley was cleaning the surgery table yet again, and noticed this at once. "What are you hiding?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you hiding behind your back?"

"Houdini."

"I'm sorry - who?"

"He would've bitten her and his venom is fatal, so I had to find him before she did. Houdini is my pet and therefore, my responsibility. That's all you need to know."

Smiley paused for a whole twenty seconds. "... You have a pet?"

"You've met him before."

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A/N: I wonder if L.J's still teleporting around, looking for Smiley?

Well, this book is officially one year old! Holy whackamoly, it's grown! And it couldn't have happened without you, the awesome reader! Help yourself to a fabulous cookie! (.:::.)

I'm still recovering. My immune system is super weak right now, and I still can't walk without feeling a bit disorientated. But the good news is that I get to eat loads of apples to build up strength! XD

And as you can see, my writing skills made it through! So did my drawings... I have no idea how or why I suddenly know more digital colouring techniques but I do. O.o

Ta-Ta! ;)
~TheNightPhantom