Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Frightened

TRIGGER WARNING:

Throughout this chapter are multiple mentions and scenes of physical and sexual abuse. Please do not read if you worry it will trigger or upset you.

Jeff the Killer:

You awoke with a start. The room was very dark and silent except for your breathing. You blinked lethargically for a couple of seconds before grabbing your phone to look at the time, squinting as the bright screen turned on. 3:57 AM. It was way too early to get up. Something had woken you, but what? You supposed it didn't matter, you were very sleepy anyways. Laying back down with a relaxed sigh, you closed your eyes and got comfy.

Something was wrong. Paranoia was gnawing at you, raising goosebumps across your body and making you uncomfortably aware of every little sound. You felt as if you were being watched. For some reason, you didn't want to open your eyes to assure yourself, you kept them firmly shut as you began to shiver slightly. But you had to, you had to look, make sure everything was alright. You opened your eyes, and nearly jumped ten feet into the air.

A face, a horrifying disfigured face was right above you, staring down at you with wide eyes-

Oh wait, it's just Jeff.

But it wasn't just Jeff, there's no such thing as just Jeff. Because Jeff is a chaotic rat bastard, although you were relieved it wasn't a stranger you still had a horrible feeling. Why the hell was he here? And how did he get in your house? He backed away from you and cackled, wiping away a fake tear.

"Ah, the look on your face. Absolutely priceless." You frowned and were about to ask what the hell his problem was when he glanced at you. His eyes glimmered in the dark maliciously, and your instincts didn't kick in until he had already crawled on top of you.

"What are you doing-" You snapped, beginning to squirm. He covered your mouth quickly and reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a knife. The sight of it made your blood run cold, and you suddenly realized just how trapped you were between his body and the mattress.

"Relax Y/N, let's have some fun. Remember when we used to fight all the time and insult each other? I miss that." You lowered your eyes as he spoke. Where was he going with all this? It was his fault you didn't do that anymore, why was he-

"But y'know, even though it was entertaining most of the time . . ." Jeff raised the blade and pressed it to your neck. You stiffened and your eyes widened, it was horribly cold. "Sometimes you just make me wanna bash your fuckin' teeth in and shut you up." His grin widened then, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth down his chin. "So that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

Quick as a flash, he removed the blade and pulled the blankets off you. His words hadn't even processed yet, and by the time they did he had cut through your shirt. Finally, you began to fight back. You squirmed and flailed your arms, attempting to hit him. This just made him laugh as he easily pinned you down and tore off your pajama bottoms.

Images of Halloween night flashed before your eyes. You just wanted to defend those kids, stand up to who you thought was a weak, mindless bully. Rage boiled inside you as you fruitlessly struggled, the hurt of betrayal making your chest ache. You would never forgive him or love him again. You would never, ever stop fighting Jeff.

Ben Drowned:

Safe though you felt, you were far from it. You first realized this when you heard a familiar buzzing, making your heart practically stop. Ben noticed you go still and grinned. "Is there something wrong?" He asked innocently. You didn't answer, you couldn't. Please, please no.

The tub of ice cream was suddenly snatched from your hands, making your eyes water as the reality of what was about to happen became all too clear. "P-please." You pleaded quietly before being pushed back onto the ground roughly. He was on you in no time, and you began to weep as he raised up a finger.