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The stealthiest: Jack, Hoody, Liu, Jane

The quickest: Kagekao, Zero, Toby

The best at physical battles: Masky, Sully, Jeff, Clockwork

The best manipulators: Candy Pop, Jonathan, Sally, Grinny, Slenderman, Helen

The best at psychological damage: Cody, Ben Smile

Yup.

So I just spent 30 whole seconds looking around for my computer and being totally puzzled when I couldn’t find it anywhere. This is the very same computer that is still sitting in my lap as I speak and the very same one that I’ve been watching YouTube on. And I just realized that.

Yes, it’s as embarrassing as it sounds. And I feel like an idiot.

The Card Swipe

This has nothing to do with Creepypasta or Marble Hornets, but I just thought of what I think is a hilarious scenario. If you watch Corpse Husband and his Among Us live streams with other YouTubers, then you’ll likely know what I’m talking about.

Imagine this: You’re walking through the grocery store, going towards checkout, and you see a man standing ahead of you, the cashier checking his items out and putting them in bags. He gets his wallet and pulls out a card, swiping it through the machine. Except, soon after, it beeps and says ‘Card not read. Please try again.’

So, he does. It beeps once more, repeating what flashed across the screen a mere two seconds ago. He tries again. And again, and again, and again. He seems to be getting both agitated and embarrassed, and the cashier says, “Sir, maybe you need to try a different card?”

And he replies, “No, no, this one’s good. I’m just not doing it right.” He tries a total of three more times, failing, and meanwhile you’re just looking on in amusement, recognizing both his deep voice and how he can’t even swipe a card correctly. 

So, grinning, you take a step forward. “Hey, Corpse.” He glances over at you, seemingly confused, which only makes your smile grow wider. “Still terrible at those card swipes, I see.”

A look of realization dawns across his features before his cheeks explode into multiple shades of red, and he stumbles over his words, unable to get a proper sentence out of his mouth, while you just stand there and giggle.

This is really random, but I’ve been binging Corpse’s Among Us videos and couldn’t help but think of this as I watched his “I Failed Card Swipe 30+ Times” video, the link can be found here, go check it out cause it’s absolutely hysterical. Poor Corpse sounded so embarrassed but it’s like the most adorable thing xD

Did u just admit to being homophobic

I'm sorry, what?

Hey! Sorry for the early in le morning ask, but I was wondering if you could write a CP x reader where one of the CPs finds the reader sobbing in a clearing over a clearly unmarked grave, surrounded by dead flowers? Maybe the reader is already in the motions of becoming a cp themselves since they've lost everything in their life? I thought you'd like the prompt :)

Ooo I do indeed like this prompt, sounds interesting. You never specified which Creep you wanted me to use for this though so I’m going with Eyeless Jack (cuz I luv this boi) and because I feel like he’s one of the few people living at the Manor that wouldn’t just randomly slaughter everyone he sees, whether they’re having a mental breakdown or not.  P.S. Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been pretty busy :P

Eyeless Jack x Reader (OLD)

The leaves crunched beneath Jack’s boots as he strode cautiously through the forest, his black hoodie temporarily stained with blood, at least until he could get back home and get it washed. Slung over his shoulder was a normal-looking satchel bag, and if anyone were to see it they wouldn’t think anything was suspicious, though what they don’t know is that in this satchel was Jack’s main source of food.

It was fresh, having just been stolen from another poor soul by his own hands and scalpel to provide him necessary protein. He didn’t enjoy it, he never does, but it’s become an absolute must if he wants to function properly. A couple of weeks without eating will make him extremely sick and unable to do basic things like clean and dress wounds, keep his infirmary tidy, or even go out and get some more food. He learned this the hard way.

But he stopped in his tracks when he heard, what he recognized as sobbing erupting from his far-right, deeper into the woods. Was he imagining it? No, this sounded very real. Should he go and check it out? Probably not.

He stood there and listened to it for a good five seconds before shaking his head dismissively and continuing on his way. That was none of his business, and even if he were to go and try to console whoever it was, he would likely be looked at as a monster and get kicked in the face. Nothing new to him.

But try as he might, he just couldn’t ignore the utterly pained, broken cries that met his ears, and what little compassion he had left was screaming at him to go and see what was wrong. It would be a bad idea, he knew it would, but no matter how much he tried to resist the temptation to walk towards it rather than away, he couldn’t. So he twisted around and began to silently make his way in the direction of the sound, drawing closer and closer until eventually coming upon a clearing.

The moonlight shone down from the sky, its silvery beams spilling across the ground and illuminating the girl collapsed beside the unmarked grave, tears cascading down her cheeks as she hugged herself. This wasn’t right. What was somebody doing out in the middle of the woods, all alone? She didn’t seem to be hurt, just heartbroken. Then again, he wasn’t close enough to get a great look at her.

He slowly moved toward her, staying quiet and trying to figure out how to pursue this situation. She’d surely be scared of him, he couldn’t just waltz up and act as if he were a normal human being because he obviously isn’t. He usually wouldn’t care about someone like this, and wouldn’t have much of a problem just brushing it aside and forgetting later on. But this...he didn’t know why, but he felt as if he had to interact. 

He got another foot closer before deciding to announce his presence so he didn’t startle her, making sure he was thoroughly hidden in the shade of the trees. “Hey...are you okay?” His voice was deep and smoky, though his tone was mildly concerned, and she raised her head up at the sudden noise, looking around and soon catching sight of a shadowy figure lurking in the shrubbery.

Any other situation and you would have been creeped out by the mere sight of him, but you were so distracted and felt so hopeless that you didn’t even care. So what if somebody murdered you? Or kidnapped you? You were already shattered, nobody could do any worse. No one could break you any more than you were.

“What do you want?” The sentence came out as a mere whisper, voice brittle as you avoided the previous question. You weren’t really in the mindset to process it, anyway.

“I...I just want to see if you’re hurt.”

“Well, I’m not. Go away.” Jack released a sigh from his nose, taking a hesitant step closer.

“Maybe not physically. But you sure don’t seem like you’re alright.”

“So why do you care?” You sniffled, allowing your hair to fall down in front of your eyes and obscuring both your vision and his view of your face. 

“Because...” He paused. Why did he care? It’s not like he could help you anyway; if you were homeless and needed a place to stay, he couldn’t provide you with that. If you were just suffering mental trauma, then he for sure has first-hand experience with that, but he’s no therapist. 

He’s a cannibalistic demon that serves a faceless entity, albeit against his will, and he shouldn’t have given two shits whether or not you, this random girl, was okay. But for some reason, he did. And he wasn’t sure why.

“...I’ve lost people, too.” His tone became softer as he put two and two together. Clearly, you were grieving the loss of someone important to you. Either that or you just conveniently landed yourself next to a gravestone and started crying. It was a possibility, he supposed, but since there were also wilting flowers of various kinds and colors placed in front of the grave, the chances were low. 

You raised your head at that, furrowing your eyebrows and trying to keep the tears at bay. He took your silence as a sign to continue.

“I know that it hurts. I’m sorry, it’ll get better.” You shot him a mildly vexed glare.

“You don’t even know why I’m here.”

“I can take a guess.” Not replying and instead only gazing down at the gravestone you sat in front of, he drew nearer, hesitantly, still remaining in the shadow so you couldn’t make out any real physical details other than he was wearing all black with the exception of something navy blue on his face, presumably a mask of some kind. It wasn’t like you were paying very close attention, anyway. “...Who was it?”

Not that he was attempting to pry into your personal business (even though he kind of was), but he was curious and dare he say, concerned. He knew what it was like to lose somebody, mentally and physically, seeing as how after the whole thing with that rat’s ass Jenny he had to basically give up his entire lifestyle just because he was sacrificed by some crazy cult. That meant leaving behind his friends, family, anyone or anything he held dear to him, and he didn’t even get a goodbye.

Sure, he supposed that he technically could go back and see his family, his mom, his little sister, but that would be pointless because inevitably, he would get screamed at. Not happy screams, or angry screams, no. Screams of pure horror. He didn’t look like what he used to, he knew that. But still...it would be nice to get at least a bit of closure after what transpired. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen. It was impossible at this point, he didn’t even know where they resided anymore.

Sure, he could probably find them without much effort—thanks to Ben and his shockingly accurate browsing skills—but he would get in trouble with his boss if he tried something like that. The ones living in the Manor are supposed to be completely isolated, no exceptions. They aren’t supposed to be searching for old family members or old close friends. That would be breaking so many rules and he’d suffer so much mental torment if he even thought about it in his presence.

You only sniffed, hugging yourself and deciding what the hell, what’s he gonna do, make fun of you? If he did you would definitely have it out with him. “Um...” Your voice was so soft, so indiscernible that even Jack had to strain his ears in order to hear you correctly. “Just...just someone that was there for me...and now they’re gone. B-because of me...”

He tilted his head, silence settling between the two as he thought of something to say. You beat him to it, however.

“...Why are you out here?” Your voice cracked slightly as you attempted to gather your composure, the tears still rapidly streaming down your cheeks. You rose your gaze up to meet his, where you assumed them to be, the moonlight reflecting off of your glossy eyes and making them sparkle with sorrow. 

He opened his mouth to respond, trying to form a good excuse in his mind that sounded totally normal and not at all suspicious. He couldn’t very well tell you that he just got done murdering three separate people and then stole their kidneys post-kill, now could he? “I...needed fresh air.” Technically not a lie; his mask was a bit stuffy.

You hardened your gaze, lips pressing together into a firm line. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So why get it in the middle of nowhere? There are sidewalks and crap in town.”

“I, uh...” He racked his brain for a reasonable answer. “...I needed to get away from people.” You stared at him from your spot on the ground, e\c eyes narrowed and holding strong suspicion before finally averting them back down and releasing a heavy sigh.

“Fine. That’s okay, lie to me. It’s what everybody else does, so why shouldn’t you too?” You shifted in your position, tucking your knees into your chest as you mumbled to yourself. “I don’t care.”

He wasn’t sure what to respond with, so he let out a soft sigh through his nose and took yet another step closer, the top of his head now being struck with the moon’s silver slivers of light and illuminating the edges of his mask. “...You don’t want to know what I was doing.” 

You shrugged solemnly, eyes staying glued to the grass beneath where you sit. “No, you don’t have to make reasons or excuses as to why you won’t tell me. It doesn’t matter.” You ran your fingers through your slightly tangled hair. “It isn’t my business, anyway.”

He should have walked away. He should have forgotten you and this encounter as a whole, turned his back, and went back to the Manor without another thought. But he couldn’t. He felt...something. It was different, but it wasn’t exactly bad. It was as if you had some type of connection, even though you had never even spoken until tonight. Perhaps it was just his loneliness talking, seeking a companion. 

Even if it was, there was no way he could ever bring you back to the Manor without you dying in the process. There were way, way too many uncontrollable freaks residing inside, and most would look at you as fresh bait. 

That’s when it hit him. A few days ago, Slenderman had called Jack to his office. He didn’t say much, and didn’t really answer any of his questions. The only thing he told him was this, “Pay attention to your surroundings, Jack. I want you to bring her back. When the time comes, you’ll know.”

At the time, he hadn’t a clue by what he meant by that. But now? Now it seemed to make sense, it just...clicked inside of his head. Maybe that’s why he felt drawn to you in a weird sort of way. Because he was supposed to bring you back with him. But how was he going to approach you with this information?

He took another step forward, then another, then another, until he wasn’t at all being obscured by foliage or the shadows that the trees cast across the ground. You didn’t bother raising your head.

“...What’s your name?”

You hesitated, if only for a moment. “...Y\n.”

“Y\n...I can help you. If you came with me, you wouldn’t be lonely.”

“Who said I was lonely?” It came out as a snappy remark, your cold glare meeting his empty, black sockets before letting out a small, almost inaudible gasp. He ignored your reaction, quite used to it by now.

“You just look like you don’t have anyone else.” You got over your initial shock fairly quickly, not very fazed by his appearance due to all of the crazy shit that you had seen during the past few days.

“You can’t assume that about me.”

“Do you? Is there a family to go back to?” You could feel the warm, salty tears beginning to prick at your eyes again, and suddenly you were sick and tired of crying. “Do you have any friends? Anybody at all who cares?”

“Just who the hell do you think you are, huh? Barging into my life and acting like you know everything there is to know about me? You wouldn’t even know my name had I not told you! Just shut up, I don’t want your input.”

He squatted, now only a few feet away from you, and spoke in a calm, mellow tone. “...I understand. Really, I do. I don’t have any friends either, not real ones. And my family...I haven’t seen them in years. I know what it’s like feeling alone. But, Y\n...come with me, we can help each other.” He extended his arm forward, gloved hand opening to silently invite your touch. 

You stared at it for what felt like forever, then glanced back up at him, noticing his height didn’t seem so intimidating now that he was closer to your level. “...How can I trust you?”

“I wouldn’t do anything to you. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it, by now.” You gazed at him warily, eyebrow raised in suspicion. This guy was very random...and kind of just appeared abruptly. You had every reason not to trust him, but then again, what else did you have to lose? Nothing. “I promise, Y\n.”

You leered at his hand for several moments, mulling over your options in your head and coming to the conclusion that you didn’t care what happened to you. You just wanted the pain to stop, who cared if you died? So, releasing a breath through your nose, you slowly took hold of his hand.

“...Okay.”

At Your Service (OLD)

[Ben]: Yo Masky, make me a sandwich, will ya?

[Masky]: Yo Ben, get your lazy ass up and make one yourself.

[Ben]: Well, geez, you don’t have to be rude about it.

[Y\n, literally a minute later]: Tim... I’m hungry.

[Masky]: Already rushing to the kitchen Of course, Y\n.

[Ben]: ... Scoffs

[Ben]: Now that’s favoritism.