Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

~The Bloody Painter~

Thank you to Tokyo for requesting The Bloody Painter! Enjoy~

First Meeting:

'Why doesn't that look right? . . . No no, not there . . . oh God dammit, that was a mistake . . .'

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You sighed in frustration before putting down your brush and getting up. You were currently attempting (for the millionth time) to paint a landscape. It was difficult for you, you loved painting but just didn't believe anything you created was worth keeping. So you kept trying, not without plenty of frustration of course.

You wiped some paint off your fingers on your pants before opening your apartment door and staring up at the tall stranger in front of you. The smiling mask he was wearing didn't scare you, in fact it made you roll your eyes.

"Yes? What is it?" You snapped, already beginning to lose your patience. How were you supposed to improve in art when idiots were knocking on your door trying to prank you? The man stared down at you for a moment in silence before glancing up, seeming to look behind you. You were about to slam the door in his face impatiently when he spoke.

"Is that your painting?" He asked. You stiffened up and looked behind you at it. Oh God, it looked even worse from here.

"Well yes, but um . . . I'm not very good, it's not finished either-"

"It's nice . . . but a word of advice, if you don't mind . . . those trees in the background, the farther away the softer they should be, especially around the edges, you painted them just a little too boldly. At least, I was assuming those trees were supposed to be farther away?" You blushed and stared at your painting.

"Yes, they were . . ." You turned around to hesitantly thank him, but he was gone.

Meeting Again:

With a sigh, you stepped back and wiped your brow, taking a look at your finished painting. Not too bad, not perfect but still definitely an improvement. You were proud of yourself.

"So you're an artist?" You whipped around, startled. The man you had seen a few days prior was standing outside your door, you had left it open to air out your apartment because of all the paint. Or at least you assumed it was the man, he was wearing the same clothes but no longer had a mask on. You smiled sheepishly and scratched your head.

"Ah, I dunno if I'd call myself an artist, but . . . I do paint! Or at least try to." He smiled softly.

"Well, I'd call you an artist. It's a lovely painting." You blushed and glanced down, noticing red stains on his blue coat.

"Oh, do you paint too?" You asked, and he chuckled.

"I do actually. Would it be alright if I step in? I have some pointers for you, if you don't mind." A man you didn't even know the name of asking to come into your apartment should've scared you off, but the chance to get some advice from a fellow artist? You couldn't pass that up! You happily allowed him inside and were very pleased at the amount of new information he offered you.

Becoming Friends:

The man in the blue coat, who you had learned was named Helen, visited you every day from then on. You left your door open and painted nearby, waiting to hear his footsteps and polite knock on the doorframe.

"I actually live down the hall, I've seen you around before. But I never knew you enjoyed painting." Helen said. Thanks to him, you improved your landscapes quite quickly. Though they still weren't exactly masterpieces, you saw quite the development in your art. It was quite a peaceful and enjoyable routine the two of you had now, every afternoon he'd watch you paint and listen to you ramble, politely offering some tips only when he noticed your expressions as you gazed at your creations. You were very thankful for Helen, and were beginning to like him very much.