Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Tries To Do Something Romantic (Again)

(I'm listening to episodes of Death Note through my headphones while writing this. Interesting. The chance of this chapter making no sense towards the end is five percent.)

Jeff the Killer Potato Chip

"How To Be Romantic: A Guide For Dummies?" Jeff read aloud, giving skeptical eye-contact with Smiley.

"You need it," the not-so-good doctor stated, firmly forcing it into his hands. Without another word, he turned around and retreated back into his surgery (the next patient was waiting).

Figuring that he had nothing better to do, Jeff offhandedly thrust a hand in his hoodie pocket and flipped the book open to page one, leaning on the wall behind him.

~Le Death Note-Induced Timeskip~

A comedy show about blundering puppies sent you into peals of laughter. D/N gave you an odd look and edged himself/herself away from the scene.

"It's... It's just too much!" You hysterically giggled, wiping tears from your eyes.

Creak. Click. The front door was opened, and closed.

Hey wait, did Jeff just use the door? The door? Sweet mother of Zalgo, had he gone mad again? You twisted around to check.

Jeff was offhandedly glancing around as he walked into the lounge, gaze stuck near the floor. Then he sharply looked up, keeping (slightly creepy) eye-contact with you.

"Hi, Y/N. How was your day?"

"Uh... Good. It was good." You awkwardly turned back around.

All of a sudden, he went forward and draped his arms over your shoulders in some kind of enveloping hug. "That's nice. Do you know how much I love you?"

He tilted his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Unfortunately for Jeff, you freaked out and assumed he was an imposter, prompting an uppercut that knocked him out instantly.

BEN Drowned... In whipped cream?

You stumbled backwards out of your bedroom doorway and fell over your feet, landing on the floor with a thump. Horror twisted over your face.

"AAAH! I-I'LL PASS!"

"Suit yourself!" A voice huffed back.

The ghost of C/N dropped from the ceiling, just as you staggered back to your feet and ran for dear life down the hall. He poked his head around the doorway, out of curiosity.

Candles lined the floor in a circle, lighting the (otherwise dark) room in a pinkish sort of glow. Rose petals were scattered across the floor, and a bottle of lemonade sat on the nightstand.

But what sent the ghostly feline screaming was BEN.

The little elf was draped over the bed in a seductive pose, naked as the sky was blue, 'assets' covered by a delicate spray of whipped cream.

He slowly dangled a grape into his mouth, and comfort ate it.

You and C/N spent the entire night curled up inside the oven, shivering and wide-eyed, hugging each other out of pure trauma.

Darkie Linkie~

We couldn't compress all the love and fluff into a single scenario, so please enjoy this nonexistent broadcast of an invisible apple instead.

Laughing Lawliet

You were taking a nap on the couch, halfway through an evening binge of Sherlock. And also, halfway through a most delicious tub of strawberry sundae ice cream.

L.J popped up from behind the coffee table with a spoon.

"Yummy, yummy~!"

He pounced upon the ice cream tub. It didn't stand a chance.

There would've been romance in this scenario, but at the moment the monochome clown was infatuated with the new-found sundae. We didn't intend for it to go this way, I swear.

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

Smiley slumped over the surgery table, looking miserably at his hands. They were dripping with blood from the previous patient, but it was meaningless to him.

Smirky spared him a glance as he passed by with a glass of water. "Take a shower and brush your hair. You look like a wreck."

Mumble. Mumble. The word "Evelyn" was the only comprehensible thing.

"If you miss her so much... Why don't you do something stupid? A romantic gesture, I think they call it? Sneak into her room at night - send her a gift - I don't know; just do something and stop moping around!"

"Why do you care?" Smiley moaned, his voice muffled by his blood-splattered mask.

"Because I don't want you to die." He paused to take a sip. "-Before I get another chance to kill you."

"Okay, that makes sense..." His thought pattern changed. "I'm not on Evelyn's good side at the moment. Do you really think a romantic gesture would work?"

"Only if you make it a crazy one."
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A/N: I'm sorry; I'm tired! XD