Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

He Encounters (A Lot Of) Fangirls

[Surf's up! Scenario 111: here comes a tidal wave of yandere fangirls! No offence intended towards said fangirls, of course. Suggestion courtesy of tulips77, who gets a free cookie! (.:::.)]

Jeff The Doomed Killer

"Heh. Hey, Jeffy boy! Check this out!" You yelled over your shoulder, sitting in front of a computer. With an ample amount of scrumptious snacks on hand. All stolen from BEN.

The crazy killer broke away from a staring contest with D/N and curiously wandered over, bending down to look over you shoulder. "Yup?"

"Looks like you've got quite the following." You moved over so that he could see the screen better. "There's a website for nutcases that worship you."

"So... Basically a satanic cult of fangirls?" He questioned, cocking his head to one side in semi-intellectual thought.

"Ye-"

Everything went pitch black.

It was a bizarre power cut of some sorts. In the aftermath of confusion and blindly bumping into things, you could've sworn you heard a window break.

"Hey - did you hear something?"

Jeff struck a match and held it up, flickering fire dancing before his eyes. "Maybe BEN fell out of a window..." He sounded hopeful.

D/N gave off a frightening howl and went ballistic with booming barks and growls.

You whipped around - and came face to face with a flat white mask, painted with a freakishly wide red smile and blackened eyelids.

Without any prompt, you sent a flying kick towards the intruder who wore it. Someone grabbed you from behind halfway; you caught a glimpse of white robes emblazoned with the words, "GO. TO. SLEEP."

"Oh hell no!"

You punched your second attacker in the face; they both fled. Phantom had a full view of it from the closet, hence how she managed to document the whole event.

The power came back. Lights burst back into the action, the computer whirled back into life, and Jeff was gone.

A girlish scream resonated throughout the night. "SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SAVE MEEE- Ulp!"

Quick as a flash, you rushed to the window and poked your head out.

Sure enough, Jeff was being carried down the street (gagged and trussed up like a chicken) by a crowd of the robed figures, who were all creepily chanting in unison: "Senpai noticed us. Senpai noticed us. Senpai noticed us."

"Uh..." You were really at a loss for words.

BEN Drowned... In squeals?

You'd heard some troubling news from F/N. Apparently, a lot of rabid creepypasta fangirls were popping up lately. And when we say rabid, we mean rabid.

Everyone was on high guard; nobody liked to make any public appearances during the day. Well, all except for a certain blonde midget.

I've embarked on a quest for more yum-yums.
~BEN.

You scrunched the note up into a crunchy paper ball, throwing it over your shoulder while whistling inconspicuously. If he dies out there, they can't trace it back to me!