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★Poppy Playtime

After one more day of thinking about the man, you bought a camera, a small, see-in-the-dark, camera. You set it near your bed, hidden just enough that even with the lights on it was hard to spot if you weren't sure what you were looking for.

You went to sleep, but the thought of who you might see, had you tossing and turning in bed. Somehow you managed to sleep, but a dream you couldn't quite remember jolted you awake.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, and in the darkness you saw your bedroom door was open, just a bit, but open nonetheless. You stared at it and suddenly remembered the camera, making you trip over yourself to get out of bed to get it.

Grabbing the camera, you got your computer to check the recording. You sat on your bed, the only light illuminating your face being from your computer, you clicked as fast as you could, and finally got the footage running. 2:27a.m. the looming figure crept into the scene, you couldn't make out many details until he was fully beside your bed, he wore a hoodie and a mask, and geez he actually looked kinda, maybe, really fine, like really really fine, it felt worth it to let him follow you.

You kept watching and saw him move beside your bed and stare at you. In a way that seemed normal he proceeded to lay his hand on your head, rubbing it, why was he petting you? He then moved his hand, you didn't know what he was doing, when he put his hand beside your neck you realized he was checking your pulse. What the hell was going on? He pulled out something from his hoodie's pocket and set it on your bedside table.

Looking at it, you saw candies, your favorites. This wasn't the first time this someone left you gifts, sometimes a flower here, a rock there, even the weird blobs of flesh he sometimes left you, those worried you the most. The masked intruder's actions always confused you, sometimes they made you feel threatened, other times they made you feel warm inside. Even with his questionable methods, he actually, somewhat, cared and seemed to know you.

Watching more, you saw yourself shift, the movement made him alert and he quickly ducked under your bed. Then you woke up. "Oh, fuck no." You huffed, amused by the situation, you had a hot guy under your bed, who has been watching you sleep for a while and left you random gifts. You also might have been making it easier for him to sneak into your house and follow you by letting a window open or making a routine.

Pressing your eyes shut, you put your computer aside and laid on your back, staring at the ceiling. Contemplating your options, you decided to finally say something. "I know you're there." You started off simple, at his lack of a response or action, you sighed. "Please get out from under my bed." He got out from under your bed, just standing there, staring.

"I seriously have no fucking clue what to say. Are you going to kill me or something?" You looked from the ceiling at him and he quickly shook his head no, lifting his hands defensively. "Okay. You want to get here with me?" You patted the bed next to you, and you didn't have to tell him twice, he slid right beside you, but he looked tense, just sitting there.

"Why don't you take your mask off?" To that one he hesitated a bit more, but he raised it showing you his face. "Why are you grey?" You didn't mean to say that out-loud, but he put the mask back on and turned his face away. You tried to reach for his mask without sitting up. "Noo, I didn't mean it like that! You look cool, it's just.. different... Good different, and kinda hot.–" "What?" "What." He turned to you and you both stared at eachother for a bit before you grabbed his hoodie with one hand and tugged his mask off with the other.

"Can you pass me some candy?" You asked before he could snatch the mask back. He leaned away to grab you some from the nightstand and you looked at the mask, the computer light allowed you to see that engraved into it was the name- "Jack Nyras", you read aloud, making him perk up, you quickly tossed the mask under your bed. "Don't get it." You demended, you truly didn't know how much control you had over this man. He didn't go get it back, giving you some candy and taking some for himself. "So.. Jack, want to watch a series?" You asked and he nodded, munching on the sweets. You put on a shitty sitcom to lighten the mood sat up in the bed.

The two of you watched it, at some points it managed to get a chuckle out of one of the two. Eventually you leaned against Jack and a smile formed on his face. The two of you stayed like that until you fell asleep and he left, but he knew he had to come back to see you the series with you.

Jane the Killer

Laughing Jack

Homicidal Liu

Clockwork

Sally Williams

Eyeless Lulu

Bloody Painter

Slenderman

Offenderman

Trenderman

Splendorman

Slenderverse:

(be aware that it will most likely be OOC)

Tim Wright

Brian Thomas

Jeff ran to you, he couldn't get there fast enough, he looked at the man who shot you and he looked alive, struggling to do so, but still alive. You were hurt and your blood kept spilling and he didn't know what to do. Nobody he cared for had been hurt this bad in years and he felt useless.

Snapping to his senses, Jeff laid you on your back and looked at the damage, two gunshots, one through your stomach and the other higher, you needed pressure, so he put his hands over them. "You bitch, don't you dare die on me!" His voice wavered, and he felt his stomach sink when you didn't respond, but you were breathing and that was good.

"I'm going to carry you, and you aren't going to sleep until we get to Jack. Understand?" Jeff pulled his hands off the wounds and got you up in his arms, struggling to carry you due to his lack of strength. "Hey! Stay awake, you hear me?!" He snapped at you, breathing heavy. He started running, the panic making him forget the way home. "SLENDERMAN!! Get your ass here, you fucking coward!!" He yelled, yet there was no response, Slenderman wasn't near and even so, he probably wouldn't be any help.

"You owe me a coffee, so you can't die yet.." Jeff told you, which seemed more like convincing himself than an actual reason to stay alive. The woods kept shifting under his step and he couldn't seem to get to the mansion fast enough. "Hey, don't die, don't die..." His eyes kept watering and he couldn't avoid the deep feeling that it was all his fault, he didn't make sure the man was dead, instead trying to let you develop your own MO, and you ended shot in the middle of nowhere in the woods.

Jeff sniffled and he felt like this was the appropriate time to keep talking to keep you awake. "I need you. I don't want that stupid coffee anymore, just.." he took a deep breath and sniffled. "I.. i l... I lo.. ugh, you make it so hard to say..." A low chuckle left his mouth, but it had no humor in it. "I can't lose you."

That's when he noticed your breathing stopped, not truly, but it was too faint for his scattered brain to notice. "Fuck! Nonononono. We're almost there!" Truly he didn't know if that was true, he was so panicked that he didn't recognize the way he was going. Tears rolled down his face as he kept going.

And then a miracle happened, in the far distance he could see the mansion, and his arms began to tire and his body felt like it couldn't move fast enough.

No matter how much he tried, the mansion felt like it was years away. The person he needed more than life itself wasn't breathing and it was a matter of minutes before she died in his arms.

"Fucking dammit, hurry!!" He yelled at himself, pushing his body even as his legs and arms tired and ached. He eventually got there, to the front of the mansion, and he dragged his body to the door, not bothering to knock, he kicked it in. "Jack get your fucking ass over here, NOW!" The yelling startled Toby, who just looked at Jeff wide-eyed. "Holy s-shiiit, is that Y/N?" The tall man approached carefully. "Carry her.. to Jack.. not breathing..." Jeff huffed between clenched teeth, handing you to Toby, trying to catch his breath.

You were carried to the infirmary by Toby, where Jack was patching up a demon proxy. Jeff came in right behind Toby, "Help her you jerk!" He hissed as EJ was setting you into a bed. "I need you to leave..." He stated to Jeff and Toby, who left immediately, but Jeff remained stubborn. "I'm staying, because if she dies I'll kill you." "Surgery. Leave." Jack remained calm, moving around to get the materials for your surgery and Toby re-entered the room to drag Jeff out.

After a few hours of deeply unsafe surgery done by a blind man, you were allowed visitors while you recovered, and Jeff was right there, stuck to your side while you were sleeping. He sat on the floor, leaning against your bed "You know I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid? I know it's stupid, but you have to wake up and tell me what you wanted to be. I also wanted a daughter, but.. that one was after meeting you, I wanted her to have your eyes..." "Is that how you choose to say "I love you"?" Your voice made him jump slightly, startling him, "Sh-shut up! Get shot!" this fuckass tsundere began blushing like crazy. You laughed and immediately regretted it, as the pain returned "I was shot you jackass! You thought I stopped breathing." That shut Jeff up, making him press his palms on his face. "I didn't know you heard that much..." "Love you." "... Me too."

Jack couldn't see, of course, but his other senses allowed him to figure out other stuff, once he managed to pry the window open, he could hear the wet tearing of flesh and the sharp breaths of another being. That being smelled earthy(?), humid for sure, and you most likely had gotten to his prey before him.

"Why are you here?!" You hissed, on high alert. Jack wasn't about to just tell you everything, so instead, he began walking. the Operator had thankfully lended him a basic structure of the room, and where to find the pictures, so he went to the bed, and kneeled on a puddle of blood, reaching under the bed to find the box he was searching for, it took him a few tries to locate it, but he managed to do so. Once he pulled it out to take with him, he heard you step closer. "You're not subtle. I know you aren't human." Your voice was dripping with suspicion, but you still sat on the bed beside him.

"I'm not trying to be..." Jack turned his face to you, the dark inky depths that were supposed to be his eyes stared back at you. He got up and began walking back towards the window. "So you're just going to leave?" You were left confused, the threatening feeling he gave you wavering slightly.

He thought about it and he truly had nothing better to do with his night, so he dicided to hear you out. Who knows? Maybe he could make a proxy out of you. "You want me to stay." He stated, re-approaching the bed and sitting beside you. "Yeah, sure."

You both stayed there, not really knowing how to start up a conversation. "Are.. uh, are you from around here?" You tried to get him talking by asking some questions, it doesn't seem to be that great of an icebreaker, considering that he just nods. "Okaaay." You pursed your lips, the guy doesn't seem much for conversation, so maybe yes and no questions were your best bet. "Can you see?" Nope. "..Why did you decide to stay..?" That was not a yes or no question, oh well, either way he managed to respond without words, just a shrug. Truly he didn't know why he stayed. Actually he normally would just find a way to get distracted like hunting, but you just.. intrigued him.

"Can you tell me how you look?" Jack asked, trying to stop himself from wondering further why he chose to stay, why for you? And so you described yourself, even those things that made you non-human, like your tail and horns. Jack relished the details, enjoying how he could imagine you without the Operator projecting an image into his skull.

"Can I see you?" You asked, Jack got what you meant and decided that even if you saw him, you probably wouldn't ever see eachother again, so who cares if you knew what he looked like? He reached a clawed hand towards his mask and pulled it off, causing his hood to be tipped back and fall. "Holy shit, dude. You actually look good." You said with suprise, the smile on your face noticeable in your voice and your tail thudding against the mattress.

Even with Jack's lack of reaction, his grey cheeks were tinted a slightly darker grey, it wasn't usual that he received compliments. A slight warmth grew in his chest, you were nice, even with the smell of blood stuck to you like a second skin, or the initial hostility, he was starting to find your presence likeable.

"So, want to touch my horns?" The suggestion caught him off guard in a way he didn't seem to mind a lot. He nodded and you took his hand in yours and led it to your horn, the texture was cold and rough. EJ wrapped his hand round it and traced along the shape. "Prrr..." "What the... Wait you can purr?!" The way you chuckled made him feel embarrassed, he hadn't noticed he was doing that. He backed off and scooted away from you, "Wait, nooo! It's cute!!" you scooted closer to him, hugging him, you wanted to hear him purr again. EJ's body tensed under your grasp, before slowly melting into you, with how much he was purring, he sounded like a lawn mower.

"I just noticed I never got your name, mines Y/N." "Jack..." He mumbled, snaking his arms around you. This moment was so nice, sadly it got interrupted by the loudest screech Jack had ever heard, fuck, he had stayed out way too long and the Operator needed him back. Jack panicked at the loud, ear-piercing frequency, writhing out of your grasp he scrambled for the box, and the loudness stopped, leaving him shaking and his heart racing.

"Hey, you okay?" Jack took a moment to calm his breathing before nodding, in the distance he heard a door in the house unlock. He had to get out, soon. He grabbed his mask and put it on, stumbling to the window, you stood up and grabbed his arm, stopping him, you quickly kissed his mask, not having the time to lift it as you slid a paper into his pocket. "Summon me whenever you'd like."

⦻ Absolutely SUCKS at cooking and board games, so he spends most of his time playing shooter games.

⦻ Doesn't like leaving his room or socializing most of the time, especially if it is with people he doesn't really like.

⦻ Even with his arrogant attitude, he doesn't know how to talk to women.

⦻ $20 is all it takes for him to do almost anything.

⚠️ ⦻ Has done drugs before (mainly pills with alcohol), thank Nina for that, he doesn't really do anything except smoke though (his room STINKS because of that).

⦻ Attachment problems, struggles to get fully hooked, but once he does it's a constant need to be near them and a huge fear he isn't enough, which he tries to hide behind a "nonchalant" attitude.

⦻ It doesn't matter if you just became a proxy or if you're his closest friend, he will go through your search history and blackmail you with it.

⦻ This guy is freaky, he knows about all sorts of weird stuff and will ask you what you think about it after describing it in vivid, disgusting detail.

⦻ Kisses his homies goodnight and swears he's straight up, down and center. Get him those $20 or pin him down and he will do stuff no straight man is willing to do (or become a blushing mess).

⦻ Loves watching his partners through their devices when they are doing normal, everyday stuff.

⦻ Will not share his chips, get your own bag, you won't be able to convince that man.

Thank you sm for being my first requester!!

From all this time of watching, he already knew the pattern, you'd usually do it at night, or when you were sure the others couldn't see, nor judge, and then afterwards you'd delete all you could and get angry at yourself, sometimes cry.

He hated when you cried.

Seeing you try and scrub the filth off of you and the hopelessness in your eyes made him pity you.

And yet, he couldn't bring it up.

He'd witness you self destruct almost every single night and yet you could give him the most genuine smile and act like nothing was wrong, and he just couldn't bring it up.

After another night of it, you went to the bathroom to clean up, the thud of your footsteps down the hall led you there, past doors of those who you feel would be disgusted by you for what you do, what you think, cheeks red with shame, dirtied fist clenched shut and phone held tightly in the other hand. You kept walking, feeling grossed out by yourself.

Once inside the bathroom you toss the phone onto the bathroom vanity. After cleaning yourself up, you wash your hands, scrubbing until they're red and the feeling of guilt dims. Your eyes look at yourself in the cracked mirror, your face slightly distorted by the punch that was delivered into the glass not so long ago. Nobody knew who did it, well almost nobody, when EJ had to disinfect and patch up a convenient wound on your hand later, he didn't ask any related questions.

The person who stared back looked alone, sad, hurt, yet all you could see was a monster, one who took advantage of those around and tainted all it touched.

Tearing your eyes off of that traitorous image of yourself, you dried your hands and grabbed your phone, noticing a message from Ben, which you promptly opened, stepping out of the bathroom.

Ben: "Hey u up?"

You smiled slightly at the simple message, typing back:

You: "Yeah, why?"

To which Ben responded almost immediately with:

Ben "Can I sleep w/ u?"

A pit formed in your stomach, would he smell what you did? Will he finally bring it up? You couldn't bring yourself to send something, just typing incoherently, then deleting, then trying to come up with an excuse, but your brain wouldn't make what you wrote make sense, so you just wrote:

You: "Not today, sorry."

And with guilt still knawing at your insides, you shut your phone and went to your room, throwing yourself onto the bed and using your phone to try and distract yourself, you now had two things to feel bad over, not hanging out with your boyfriend and that nasty habit of yours.

The text Ben sent was unopened and unread, not wanting to respond while feeling like this. Then out of nowhere your phone gets hot, so you're forced to set it down and ponder your thoughts and feelings. A not so great thing to do at the moment.

Also as if this night couldn't get worse than your skin feeling wrong and uncomfortable, your boyfriend decided to show up uninvited, crawling out of your phone and looming above you for a moment. "'Sup, fineshyt?" Ben Smiled teasingly, seemingly caing that you looked upset. "Why are you here?" "Can't I wanna see my gloomy partner?" He lowered himself to be right above you, the smell of weed hitting you in the face. "Besides, I said I was sleeping here, did I not?" Cold lips pressed against yours for a moment before they parted from yours and he sat beside you on your bed. You looked up at him, and out of how tired of everything you felt, you gave up on even the thought of fighting with him and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying there, clutching him in a way that seemed you were too scared to even look at him.

Something you didn't expect was to feel Ben's cold hand on your head, slowly petting you. The gentleness with which he was treating you even when you thought disgust would override his care made your eyes prick with tears, you cried there, and he didn't stop you, he did try to cheer you up with sone shitty story about Jeff's search history being far worse than anything he'd seen in yours though, and also throwing 'these nuts' and 'that's what she said' jokes in there somehow.

You hugged him until you fell asleep and he stayed there the whole night, watching how beautiful you were as you rested.

⦻ Sit on him, he loves having you on his lap, he's really cuddly and doesn't mind pda, but it private? He becomes a cat, really likes being the big spoon due to his size, but he will let you be big spoon without much asking.

⦻ He isn't really aware how to date properly, but he will give you presents (even if not so pleasant), a heart here, lung there, and the ocasional rat.

⦻ After fights, he will bring you food, or steal a present for you during his mission, he doesn't really know how to apologize though.

⦻ He will let you drag him around, you want to show him something? Sure. Want to do his make-up? He'll be there. Want to just talk while walking? Of course.

⦻ Doesn’t talk much, and rarely uses nicknames, but the ones he does use are very specific to you. You're really happy and cheerful, he might use 'jolly', if you're sad and gloomy, he might use 'storm cloud', etc.

⦻ Shuts down when upset, more distant, but go up to him and he will cling to you like gum. Hugging and nibbling you.

⦻ He's a loser, you'll catch him sniffing your shirts and sleeping with them, even collecting small items of yours to carry on him, he loves you THAT much.

⦻ This guy loves going on missions with you, he finds going murder someone with his partner super romantic. Seeing you covered in blood is hot af to him.

⦻ Enjoys having his hair, makeup and nails done, makes him feel pretty.

⦻ If your clothes fit him he'll wear them, helps him feel closer to you.

⦻ When his mental health gets bad he'll avoid you, trying to not scare you off, but if you approach him he'll accept the help.

⦻ If your hurt he'll panic, he feels it's his fault for not helping you, so he'll try to bandage you up the best he can. Later trying to make it up to you by getting you knick knacks and food.