ILiveAtGameStop

.: Your POV :. You were just beginning to work on your science project when somebody knocked on the door. Glancing out at the darkening sky, thunder booming in the distance, you wondered who was insane enough to be knocking right now. Even mom had said not to expect her home tonight. Your mom had a fear of storms, and so a camp out at the restaurant she worked at was all planned out by her friends who worked there as well. Getting up slowly, you tiptoed to the front door and peeked through the eyepiece. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you saw a man wearing a white hoodie place something on the doorstep. Just barely showing through the ho

.: Your POV :. Morning came all too quickly it seemed, and with it, the dream you had last night. You could swear there was a blacked haired, almost paper-white skinned teen in your room... Even weirder was the fact he had kissed you! Hesitantly, you raised you fingers to your lips, as if they had changed with the kiss you were half certain didn’t happen. They didn’t feel different, but some part of you kept insisting it had happened. Still, how could it have happened? If memory still served you correct, he wore a white hoodie stained with dried (drying?) blood. It looked like he had no more eyelids and his mouth had a gash on e

.: Your POV :. You sat in the kitchen, debating your rather conflicting choices, when you noticed it suddenly had gotten quiet. You got up off the kitchen floor, and walked over to the window next to the door, peeking out from behind the curtains. Those bullies were gone without a trace. A relieved sigh escaped your lips and the trembling nervousness you had felt slowly went away. Now that they were gone, you could get to work on some homework while eating a snack... “(Name)... (Name), wake up!” You opened your eyes slowly, seeing your mother leaning over you. She chuckled, straightening up. “Silly girl. You fell asleep

 You were never the most popular kid in school. Then again, how surprising was that? Never one to be in the trends, (or even be too social, for that matter) you were a bully favorite. Here and there, a rumor would fly, someone would call you fat (fatty and fatso were also other favorites) and play stupid little pranks (like somehow managing to fill your locker with rocks, however they managed to do that). You didn’t let it bother you too much. After all, it was just words. So far, nobody seemed to have enough bully in them to go pushing you around, though they liked to block your path and insult you. Maybe even a shoulder shove here and

How to Get Pregnant – Creepypasta x Reader How this all started was simple enough, you sat with Sally in her room having an imaginary tea party with the young killer. Happily she chatted with you before stopping mid-sentence as if remembering something. “[Your Name]” she said, looking at you with her bright green eyes. “Hm” you hummed while sipping on your imaginary tea. “How can a woman get pregnant?” she asked, causing you to choke on thin air as you pounded your chest and stared at her with wide eyes. “W-why do you ask?” you asked, nervously sweating while playing with the pink plas