Creepypasta Lover Scenarios

When They Comfort You

Ticci Toby

You finally woke up, and remembering what happened, you broke out into a crying mess. Toby held you close to his chest, kissing your head and rubbing your back.

"You won't be suffering because of them again, (Y/N), I promise you."

He only continued to be there, letting you pour your emotions out.

Hoodie & Masky

Both proxies stuck by you and (F/N)'s side, until their girlfriends finally regain consciousness.

It wasn't like in a fairytale where you'd wake up exactly a day or an hour after nearly ending yourself, since reality somehow applies in this book.

Whatever the reason that led to your attempts, they would be there with you to fight through it.

But now, you both needed your time to recover. Hopefully, soon enough so the proxies could shower you with gifts and reasons to continue living.

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Masayoshi rolled out of his bed, with his hair messy and his eyes showed tiredness. A sound had woken him up, and he didn't want Cyenne or whatever-his-name-was around.

After all, the white tomcat belonged to Phantom.

Sitting up and remaining as such for a minute, Masayoshi finally hauled himself off the mattress. His feet slid into the belly of a pair of pink, bunny slippers and with every step, they squeak. Why it was there was and will remain a mystery.

Back to the plot at hand, he was drawn to the sound that woke him up.

Anyone could tell what it was, judging by the hiccups and quiet snivelling. Since he wasn't human, he was able to capture the sounds.

Wolverine stayed over at (M/N)’s, Andy was out on a mission far from home, and he had no connection with the other creepypastas in this book.

MD was probably asleep, and wouldn't be bothered to check. Which was odd, considering she's rather motherly. Shaking his head, Masayoshi's train of thoughts drifted over to Android.

The ageless machine would be “recharging” and wouldn't be bothered to check. He'd think Android was like the doctor, but in his case, Android really could care less.

He thought about Dissect as his bunny slippers mewled rubber squeals, which was growing annoying. However, he was far too sleepy to register the slippers. Suddenly, passing by the large living room, his steps ceased to a stop.

Peering into the aforementioned room, Masayoshi noticed that there was only light from the fire whose split ends of tongue were out and licking the air. The conflagration burned as brightly as it crackled.

Thanks to that, the large living room seemed smaller than it actually is.

In front of the fireplace, was a girl with blonde hair. She was dressed like Alice from Alice in Wonderland, and seemed positively upset.

She was the one sobbing.

“Miss?”

"H-huh?"

"Are you alright?" Masayoshi approached her and noticed that she lacked eyes.

"...!"

"W-who are you?" the girl asked, surprised.

"Masayoshi and you are...?" Masayoshi willed himself to approach the kneeling girl, not afraid to look directly at her face.

"L-Lucy..." Quietly, she answered. Smiling gently, Masayoshi held out a hand. Lucy touched it, and marveled at the soft texture of his skin.

Does he moisturise? She couldn't help but to wonder. A brilliant shade of red spreads across her pale face upon realising she had just thought that.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"H-Huh?" Lucy looked up at the taller man, who flashed her a charming and melting smile.

"You were crying earlier. I really dislike seeing crying women."

Or anyone, in that matter...

"I... I-I don't know, I really don't know. I think I had a really bad dream, and..."

"Say no more, Lucy."

Masayoshi listened, his hand remained in hers as Lucy began to speak of the things that was bothering her. Specifically, the "nightmare" she had.

After that, Masayoshi remained to hear her apologize despite not needing to. Apparently, she was insecure about well, "dumping" her issues on him.

She wasn't, really.
Lucy couldn't help but to watch as he left the room, posture straight and confident.

She couldn't help but to think about his beautiful eyes which, if possible, grew even more enthralling when they came into contact with the light from the orange bundle of heat in the fireplace.

His eyes... they're so beautiful...

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Can we just register the fact that she saw his face and the readers will never know what he looks like.

And... thank you for reading. This scenario might not be the best, but I did the best I could. I might update it when I gain inspiration. I just... I'm just busy trying to catch up with my ideas.