~Creepypasta Fanfiction~

[Panda God]

I'm looking for ideas on which CP to write about, what kind of love interest character to create, and how the two meet.

 

Now, those of you who actually like creepypasta characters for how scary they are probably want to stab me right now, but hear me out. I wouldn't write a normal love story and slap some creepypasta's name on it. This would be about a disfunctional, abusive relationship between a psychopathic/sociopathic CP and an emotionally unstable girl or boy that develops a psychological dependence on said CP. Of course, it would be dark, and violent. And while there would be PG 13/ R rated content (because I'm a pervert), it wouldn't be your typical lazy, sappy crap.

 

Also, I'm considering adding in ddlg elements.. Obviously, it wouldn't be a ddlg relationship, but I'm thinking about using (and heavily twisting) the daddy/little power exchange to really play up the CP's possessive and manipulative nature, as well as the OC's insecurities and gradual fall into a completely broken spirit. Now, before you go telling me that I shouldn't do that, since it will give people the wrong idea and reinforce the stigma around ddlg... You're right. But, I'm going to do it anyway.

 

Sooo, yeah. I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and now I feel like I have the writing skills to make it kinda sorta maybe a lil' bit good. Now I'm just asking you guys for ideas. All feedback and suggestions are welcome.

[EriSol211]

I cant come up with any ideas at the moment but I definetly think this fic would be great and I'd really love to read it when its finished. I personally think that adding the ddlg twist on the characters relationship is a great idea and would give the story more depth. Now as for picking which CP to write about, you should set a base for the personality that you'd prefer it to have and then pick a CP based on that. Thays just a suggestion though. Good luck with your story! 

[Panda God]

I cant come up with any ideas at the moment but I definetly think this fic would be great and I'd really love to read it when its finished.

Thank you! I like your suggestion, and I have thought about it, but I just kinda wanted to see who people would suggest.

[Panda God]

My own personal nightmare

 

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional, and is intended for entertainment only. Also, this story contains graphic content, including gore and sexual content. Discretion is advised.

 

 

November 13th, 2017

 

I woke up late today, but I don’t care. I’m already failing every class, so I might as well get in a few extra minutes of sleep. The day went by pretty normally.. Lecture after lecture, class after class, just as monotonous as ever. Bailey tried to cheer me up with a little grass. It worked a bit, I guess, since I didn’t take my usual depression nap when I got home. Instead, I decided to play some games. When I sat down at my computer, though, I noticed something weird. The camera was on, even though I hadn’t been doing anything yesterday that would have required it. I’ll have Jess take a look at it later. Maybe have them fix it as a birthday present.

 

November 17th, 2017

 

My parents have always told me to just wait till I’m eighteen, because “everything is going to change.” Well, here it is, my ‘big day’, and so far nothing has changed. I still woke up wanting to die, I was ignored by pretty much everyone, and I still couldn’t leave the house without being asked twenty questions. It wasn’t all bad, though. I got to hang out with Jess while they tried to figure out what was wrong with my computer. God, they always looks so adorable when they’re concentrating on something. They could melt the heart of a rock with that pouty lip of theirs, I swear. Unfortunately, though, my computer didn’t give in. It wasn’t that they couldn’t fix it, they couldn’t find anything wrong with it in the first place. I know I wasn’t imagining it, though. That camera was on, and the light was blinking. I guess I just have to hope that it was a random glitch…. I covered my camera with some tape, just to be safe. Anyway, I stuck around Jess’ place for a while, watching movies with them and cuddling with them on the couch. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. Their presence is just too addictive for me to stay away for long. Their sparkling blue eyes and musical laugh keep drawing me in. I honestly can’t tell if they’re into me or not. Granted, we cuddle constantly, but they’re a pretty huggy person in general. It’s just… They keep looking at me, staring into my eyes for what seems like an eternity each time, almost like they’re waiting for me to do something. What, though? Kiss them? .. I can’t. There’s no way someone like them is actually into me. If I kissed them, it would completely destroy our friendship. Still, though, I can’t help but to imagine what it could be like.. To have them in my arms, with their lips on mine.

 

November 30th, 2017 (Morning)

 

I had a weird dream last night. I was laying in my bed, and was starting to open my eyes, but I couldn’t move. Panicked, I tried to scream, but someone covered my mouth. It was someone (a guy, judging by their hand) wearing a white mask, and holding a camera in their other hand. They didn’t say anything, just covered the lips of their mask with their finger after slowly letting go of me. My vision faded to black, and the dream ended. .. I have got to stop playing indie horror games before bed.

 

November 30th, 2017

 

After last night’s dream, I’ve been on edge all day, but tried to go through the motions like normal, keeping my eyes straight ahead and trying not to think too much about anything. Jess had been acting weird all day, though, coming to school all dressed up, following me everywhere, and singling me out at lunch. With a tweak in their voice that made it even higher pitched than normal, they asked me to walk them home after school. I was confused, but I agreed, and so I found myself walking with them the moment the last bell rang. I flirted with them, pretending to perv out over their outfit to lighten the mood. They laughed, like they always did, but this time, something was different. They were... blushing, as if I had really flattered them. Before I could comment on it, though, they suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the old graveyard by their house, through the trees and into a clearing that only we seem to know about anymore. To say that it took me by surprise would be an understatement, seeing as they’re usually the ragdoll of the group. For someone so small, though, they’re pretty strong. They stared into my eyes, just like all those times before, and took a deep breath before closing their eyes, puckering their lips, and pecking me on the cheek. They pulled away just as quickly as they had swooped in, their cheeks burning a bright cherry red. They called me an idiot, yelled at me for not picking up on any of their signs, started listing those many signs… I just stared at them. For a moment, I stood there, frozen, before I did what I could never do before: I pinned them against the nearest tree, buried my fingers in their shimmering blonde hair, and kissed them in a way that would put those cheesy rom com scenes to shame. They tasted sweeter than any fruit I’ve ever had, and their whimpers made something in my chest stir. I still don’t know what that was.. Love? Lust? Whatever it was, it was like a drug, giving me a high stronger than anything I’ve had before. When I finally let them go, they just stood there, maybe in shock. That’s when everything started to sink in. My parents, the church, our friends.. This couldn’t happen. It can’t happen. They all hate me enough as it is.. I told Jess I had to go, and ran off, leaving them behind. I still don’t know how to feel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The demon chuckled, dropping the blood drenched journal back onto his desk with a dull thud. “Put up quite a fight, didn’t they? Silly child. Still, I’m impressed. Normally their kind don’t last any longer than a few seconds. Of course, their mental instability does affect their responses to pain and stress quite considerably.” It sighed and stood up, addressing everyone in the mansion. “Meeting time, everyone. We must decide what to do with our catch of the day. Timothy, bring the child.” “Go investigate the neighborhood, Timothy. Go film the target, Timothy. Bring the child, Timothy.” He snarled, springing up from his chair. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I get that bastard off my ass.” The proxy, mask in hand, stomped down the stairs to the glorified prison cell they had put the target into. After putting on his mask, he strolled into the cell and nudged the teenager with his foot, eliciting a groan of pain. “Get up.” Another groan, followed by a slow blink. It seemed that the teenager was barely conscious. “Either you can walk with me, or I’ll drag you. I suggest you choose the former.” Not wanting to rack up any further injuries on top of the broken bones, lacerations, and internal bleeding they already had, the captive shakily stood up as far as they could, which was still a crouch at best, and followed the masked man to the center of the mansion, which was no easy feat. The two were greeted by a crowd of grotesque figures, ranging from human to beast to demon. In the middle of that crowd stood the one who had called the meeting. Standing at well over seven feet tall, it towered over all the rest, and it seemed to give off a very authoritative vibe. Perhaps its two most distinct features, though, were that it had black tentacles sprouting from its back, and it had no face. It seemed to give a command, and a hush fell over the room. “Well done, Timothy. You may release them.” Timothy, while not necessarily holding the captive, had been standing very close to them, almost as if to guard them from the others. He obeyed, though, and stepped away, disappearing into the crowd. The group’s quarry had fallen to their hands and knees at this point, blood slowly dripping onto the floor beneath them. The leader stooped down to get a closer look at the beaten human. “Child, try your best to remain conscious. What is your name?” The ‘child’ in question lifted their head and replied hoarsely, “Sam.” “Sam…. It is a pleasure to meet you. My real name is far too complex for you to ever pronounce, so you may call me Slenderman, or Sir. This is my estate, and these,” he gestured around the room, “are my… Associates. You would be wise to stay out of their way and do as they say. While I will not allow them to kill you, I cannot prevent them from severely injuring you, as they did before they brought you here.” He gave Sam a moment to digest that information, and to ask questions. Expectedly, Sam rasped, “Why..? Why me? For what?” Slenderman straightened back to his normal height. “Because,” he spoke telepathically, “you were vulnerable, and we needed someone who could be easily trained to serve us. Who better to take on as a servant than a young human who recently lost their home, family, and love?” That last word struck Sam like a baseball bat to the side, and they visibly recoiled, tears streaming down their face. Slender, despite his lack of facial features, seemed sincerely sorry for bringing the subject up. “Anyway, now we must decide who you will serve."

[Panda God]

This is what I have so far. I think it makes a little more sense with the way it was formatted in Docs, but oh well.