Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

First Meeting

Jeff the Killer-
Approaching my bedroom for the night with a glass of coco in my hands. Just got done with spending time with a family that hates me. I don't know why i even try to get another with them anymore. Turning the door knob as i slipped inside, closing the door behind me. I set the glass down and began making my bed.
Once made, i slipped into the bed, covering myself up, closing my eyes. A silent room, perfect to go to sleep in.( no pun intended) The only thing I heard was a raspy voice, "GO, TO, SLEEP" my eyes snapped open. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. There in the darkness was a being, standing there eyeing me with wide never blinking eyes. I quickly slid from bed, slowly moving towards the door. My eyes never left their frame, before I ran towards the door. " oh they always run!" laughing out, he dashed towards me and tackled me down to the ground before i was able to reach the door. Squirming around underneath him, trying to get him the fuck off of me. I screamed out,  " Get the fuck off of me you piece of trash!!" Reaching over, trying to reach anything i could use against this... crazed mother fucker. Spotting my glass of coco on my nightstand, I reached out the best i could, managing to grab it. I slammed it against his face. He cried out falling back and off of me. I quickly stood up and ran out of the room. Rushing down the halls and towards the front door. Hoping that i make it in time and that he wasnt following me. That i wounded his face too much. The door slammed open as i was rushing towards it. Someone must have heard my screams as Officers poured inside. I pointed back towards my room. Watching them rush back, entering the room, only to find nothing but a note, " .... this isnt over bitch... ill make you pay for what you have done."

~Jeffs pov~

Damn that woman hurt my beautiful face! FUCKING BITCH it burned! Having the nerve to do such things to me. Ill cut into that face of hers, stab her repeatedly. Hearing her beg for me to stop, only for me to end her pathetic life. Now i gotta hide out from these pathetic morons. God pigs are annoying.

Ben Drowned- 

Enjoying myself in a zombie game today. My tongue is slightly hanging out. " alright Boss time." the big mother fucker steps out and into the open. Taking out my best gun as the game begins to glitch and be a dick again,  "oh no not again." Pausing it so I wouldn't die, BUT it unpaused by itself and I died, "Son of a bitch! What the hell, come on, that was hard as fuck!" Screaming out at the TV. Fed up with it, i turned it off. Standing up and sighing out. I turned around to leave and cool off, but stopped when the TV turned back on by itself. The screen turned blank and words spread across it, " You shouldn't have done that.." Blinking, slightly confused by what it meant. " umm... done what? What did i do? Who the hells doing this?!" Startled, I cocked my head. A hand began to come out of the screen causing my eyes to widened and for me to back up. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. When i saw that it was in fact real, I turned dashing out of the room and down the halls. " Oh fuck me .. my God i'm dreaming, that's it.. i'm dreaming. Ok ___, it would be a good time to wake the fuck up now!" Screaming out at myself.
 I slipped into my living room, heading towards the kitchen for a knife to use. Approaching the kitchen, only to stop and stare. He looks up at me only to grin" You met with a terrible fate haven't you?" Unable to speak, i just stared at this... being. Black eyes with a red middle. Red... umm.. tears? Yeah they had to be tears, streaming down his face, stopping at his cheeks. Blonde locks, elf ears. Dressed in a green tunic with a green hat on his head. I began backing away from this, being. Watching his head cocked to the side. I had a feeling i wasnt going to get away from him cause apparently it can teleport or do something, i dont know man. I left the room before him but somehow hes out here before me( dumbass ). Not thinking, I dashed up towards the being and tackled him down. It caused him to slam into a table leg. There was some water in a tub on the table, some of the water splashed out and landed on him. He cried out and pushed me off roughly and dashed off diving into the TV. I sat there wide eyed, frightened to my core. I was unable to process what the hell just happened.