Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

A Talk

Jeff the Killer:

You were nervous as you followed Jeff through the forest. He said he wanted to talk to you, and was leading you all the way out here to tell you what? You were horribly worried, what if he wanted to break up? No, he was way too blunt, he would definitely say it immediately to you if that's what he wanted. So then what the hell was it? He suddenly stopped and turned to you, looking serious for the first time ever.

"Let me ask you something. Why do you think I look like this?" You frowned. What kind of question was that? Actually, now that you think about it you didn't know why he dressed up like that all the time. You had wondered about it of course, but-

"I look like this cuz I'm a fucking serial killer."

You paused. And then you burst out laughing.

"Pfft. Haha, good one-"

"I'm not fuckin' joking so stop laughing." His voice sent a shiver up your spine. You quieted down and looked up at him, really looked at him. The fake blood around his mouth and the slits in the corners, you had always thought it looked so real. But there was no way-

Your thoughts were interrupted as Jeff suddenly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you forward. You were already confused as hell and still trying to process what was happening, so you let him raise your hand to his mouth and-

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no fucking way.

Jeff winced slightly as your finger slid slightly into the corner of his mouth and into his flesh, covering you in his blood, his real blood. It was warm, overwhelmingly warm and sticky and hot and it felt wrong. He pulled your finger out with a grunt and looked down at you. "I'm doing you a favor by trusting you, so you better keep your mouth shut about me got it Y/N?" You didn't even know you nodded yes, you were too stuck in your head to realize anything happening. As he dragged you back home in silence, thoughts buzzed around your mind like a swarm of bees.

You were gonna get stung, you already knew it.

Ben Drowned:

Your colorful poster on the bedroom wall swirled and swayed, making you stare in awe and giggle. Another night hanging out with Ben, another night getting high off your ass. But surprisingly, Ben had politely declined your offer and simply watched you instead. He seemed entertained, but you failed to notice his face fall.

"I suppose now is a good time to tell you, Y/N. Wanna hear a secret of mine?" His words echoed and bounced around your head, and you imagined this image instead of processing his words. It took a solid five seconds for you to respond with a simple nod. "I kill people."

The thoughts froze mid bounce off the walls of your mind. He . . . kills people? But why? And how? You suddenly smiled and the thoughts continued. Whether he's joking or not, the only hurt he can do to people is in the virtual world. You gasped out loud. That was poetic! You should write that down, you're so smart.

Ben watched you, grinning. You were taking this better then expected. He just couldn't wait until tomorrow.

Eyeless Jack:

A smile adorned your face as you looked up at your boyfriend. You were so excited! Today was the day Jack was finally taking off his mask. You could already imagine how handsome he'd be, just from his voice alone and the little tufts of brown hair you got peeks of time to time attracted you enough, but now-

"Y/N." You blinked. Oops, you had spaced off. Silly you, can't get distracted at a time like this! You grinned again and focused on Jack. You barely had time to wonder why he sighed in a melancholy way before he took off his mask and-