I Do Not Care For A Lot Of More Popular Creepypasta Characters, Jeff, Laughing Jack, Etc. I Dont Like

I do not care for a lot of more popular creepypasta characters, Jeff, Laughing Jack, etc. I dont like what a lot of people do with them, and I generally think they're uninteresting. BUT. I do like Smile Dog. Hes a dog, you can't go wrong with him. So, i would be deeply appreciative if I could get some headcanons for him acting like a regular dog with some hellish attributes, just having a normal time entertaining himself and being a Dog in between killing or cursing or whatever popular consensus says he does. Thank you!

Smile Dog is definitely an interesting one! Thanks for the request <3

Smile Dog Headcanons

It's no secret to everyone that Smile looks like he belongs in one of the Insidious movies, what with his hellish features and eerie, human-like grin that could give even the bravest person nightmares.

It's also no surprise that he does this very thing with his victims, in quite a simple way.

Much like Ben and Slenderman, he works on the human mind, twisting and manipulating it until all it can think about is the fear of death, the never-ending hallucinations, and the sadistic dreams. This in turn makes the person a wreck until they either forward his daunting picture onto someone else or just die some brutal death.

However, despite his terrifying hobby and freaky appearance, he really is just your typical pooch that craves attention.

He wouldn't normally choose to answer to some inferior human being and be their pet, but Jeff is an exception. Not only does he get his blood lust, but the two have similar energy levels and they just understand each other.

Sure, Smile can't speak, at least not verbally, but somehow Jeff still knows exactly what he wants when he wants it. Besides, with someone giving him all the free affection and food that he could ever ask for, why would he want to go anywhere else?

He's a highly intelligent animal - if he could even be called that - and he's very picky over who he does and does not like. Meaning that the only favorable people living within the walls of Slender Manor just happen to be Jeff, Sally, and Liu, though the latter mainly due to the fact that he tends to give him a doggy treat each time that they see each other, and Smile has never been one to pass that up.

When Jeff isn't around, Smile enjoys spending time with Sally, and they've grown such a bond that he can get very protective over her if someone ever tries to lash out in any way, be it vocally or physically. Just because she's a ghost doesn't mean she can't be guarded. And what better guard than the overgrown Husky himself?

His favorite activity would have to be going on missions with Jeff, especially those that involve chasing sessions. Something about running a person down, catching them by the leg, and hearing their cries of pain and fear just puts a sense of fulfillment into him.

He doesn't like Grinny Cat, but he finds it fun running him around the house until someone more caring and in tune with the situation interferes. This is almost always either Liu, Jane, or Hoody, believe it or not.

Smile has perfected the art of fetching and has even learned how to catch the stick\frisbee in mid-air. He's also fully trained, knowing the simple tricks like "roll over", "sit", and "shake", and the more impressive ones such as "flip", "open the door", and Jeff's personal favorite; "bring me (insert whatever random thing he wants at the moment)". Smile obeys without hesitation.

Is it strange that a homicidal maniac and a hellhound that curses people on the internet has such a strong bond with each other? Perhaps. But having that ensures that neither is lonely, no matter what may be happening in the world. Smile would like to keep it that way.

This is so wholesome...

Poor Jack <3

Do you remember how EJ is scared of storms on his personality chart? Can you write something where the reader is comforting him through one?

If there was one thing Jack really hated about his instincts, it was how they made him react to storms. Jack likes rain, he absolutely loves it, loves sitting outside in it and just breathing in the fresh scent. However, Jack HATES storms, in fact, he's downright terrified of them. One small boom of thunder or one crack of lightning is enough to have him curling into a ball and absolutely shaking.

It's during severe storms that things get really bad and he really needs you by him to comfort him. He'll go to his little hiding area on the lowest floor of the mansion, and curl up in there with you beside him to try and block out the noise but his senses make it so difficult because even if as a human you can't hear it, his body is making him sense the storm loud and clear. It's the one time you'll see Jack absolutely lose his stoic outer shell, shaking and trembling and panting, gasping for air, and sobbing out in fear because of the storms raging overhead.

It's very common for him to go into panic attacks, but with you there he finds it easier to try and calm down. Go through breathing exercises with him, pet his hair and scratch behind his big ol' kitty ears, stroke his tail and his back, pull him close to you. Just keep reinforcing that it's okay, that you're there, that everything is going to be alright. If it's a lucky day, he'll usually end up falling asleep from your comfort, wrapping himself tightly around you and snuggling into you for the comfort he seeks. If he stays awake, just keep soothing him with sweet kisses and affection, and tough out the storm with him. He always repays you for your kindness ten fold, and he loves you so desperately for it, for the love and acceptance you give to him.

hihi, if it’s not too much to ask for can I get ticci toby and ben drowned (separate) x a platonic reader that reminds them of their own mom, so they’re kinda attached to her since she’s rlly calm and sweet??

This is making me melt- it's so wholesome hghhghh

Ticci-Toby\Mom Reader Headcanons

There is no doubt that Toby is a sad and lonely character, which is why having some kind of emotional support is so important to him.

He isn't used to being doted on and truly cared for; he's kind of forgotten what that feels like. Lyra used to take care of him, but that was over four years ago. Before he was taken to this garbage dump he calls a "home" and surrounded by all kinds of crude and atrocious individuals.

You had to get to know him first, as he doesn't open up to anyone immediately. But once you got him to take his walls down around you, once you allowed him to vent, once you held him as he sobbed for the first time, he knew he could trust you with anything.

Toby's mom wasn't anything special, in fact, she was far from it, so growing up the only mother figure he had was his older sister, and she tried but it just wasn't enough.

Toby is so, so thankful to have you in his life. It gives him a sense of security knowing you're around, and he'd put his life in your hands without hesitance and hopes you'd do the same. He wants you to know that he won't ever let anything bad happen to you and that you have earned his loyalty completely. No matter what, he has your back, as you have his.

Ben Drowned\Mom Reader Headcanons

Ben is generally pretty content with his life, and that shows through in his personality. But if there's one thing he misses about his past, it's his mother.

Every time he mentions her, he speaks fondly, voicing his memories of how good of a mom she really was. And you remind him a lot of her.

The soft tone of voice, the gentle touch, the sincere and sweet way you handle things - it all hits close to home. Because of this, he has formed a kind of bond with you that he doesn't have with another single person in the household.

He appreciates it when you try to take care of him yet always teases you about being so "overly concerned" and "nice" all of the time. A common nickname and inside joke between the two of you actually involves you calling him your son and him calling you "Mom" (yes it confused people at first, but they eventually accepted it as you guys just being weird).

You always make sure he has everything he needs, and have taken it upon yourself to learn his birthday so he can get a card and gift every year since no one else cares about it. And on every Mother's Day, you open your door and find a bouquet of flowers waiting for you, with a note that has but a simple smiley face on it that says, "With love, your son".

If it not to much trouble, could I please get some hcs for eyeless jack with an s/o. Who's a goth, and wears a lot of weird make up, super extra clothes and gaint ass platforms, and walks around thinking they are scary and intimidating, but aren't bc they are like 5"2 and tear up anytime anyone slightly raises their voice at them

Ngl I laughed out loud reading that description.

Please enjoy~

Eyeless Jack S\O Headcanons

When you first showed up at the Manor, Jack kept his distance. This was nothing new of course; everyone living around there knew he was a recluse and pretty much just stuck to himself.

He would see you occasionally walking through the halls, bulky shoes and all, and could tell that you thought you were some big thing. You reminded him a little of Jeff in that regard.

For some reason however, he felt attracted to you in a way that he hadn't felt since before he was a demon. This confused him, as he wasn't used to dealing with human emotions, but he opted to stay away as much as he could.

Your entire wardrobe and style as a whole, along with your bad attitude, let him know that he really didn't care to get to know you.

That was until he strolled into the infirmary one night and saw you on the floor, leaning against a bed, knees tucked into your chest and mascara running down your cheeks as you quietly cried to yourself.

He was surprised and didn't quite know how to react. What were you doing? What had happened? Had you been hurt?

He squatted down by your side and hesitantly asked, "What's wrong, Y\n?"

You jumped at his sudden entrance and glanced up at him with red, puffy eyes, blinking. Finally, you were able to get out a shaky sentence.

"Um... Jonathan told me I look like discount Voldemort."

He couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising. That was it? You were this upset over some petty insult thrown by one of the Manor's resident douchebags? He never took you for being some soft-hearted girl that wears her heart on her sleeve.

"He didn't mean it," he was quick to reassure, even though he felt strange doing so. "He just does that with everyone."

"It isn't what he said...it's how he said it."

When the two of you got together, everyone knew about it and naturally made fun of you a lot. "Two emos in a coffin" was a common one thrown around by none other than Jeff.

Now that Jack had grown attached to you, he was quick to come to your defense if anyone ever overstepped a boundary. That got annoying very quickly when you just could not take a hint and continued picking fights with people until Jack just had to pull you aside and tell you to stop before you actually got punched in the face or something.

He finds the height difference between you adorable, and he uses the opportunity to pick at you every now and then. He likes to call you "Kitten" because you're cute and small, but your feisty personality makes up for it. Even if it does get the both of you in trouble sometimes.

Jack was never a loud person, to begin with, so he finds it peaceful to be with someone that is the same way.

If you ever get into a fight about something, he will keep his voice normal so he doesn't needlessly upset you.

Your usual cuddling sessions contain the following: he will stroke your hair, you'll lean into his chest (because you are sitting\laying on top of him), calm silence, you'll fall asleep, he'll notice and kiss your nose before tightening his grip on you and proceeding to go to sleep as well, and it all happens in that order.

He finds it amusing when you're angry about something and you try to appear all scary and intimidating but he sees nothing more than his tiny girlfriend just stomping around with her gothic clothing wanting to seem menacing but failing miserably.

If someone shouts at you and he's around to hear it, he'll mask his displeasure with that person, grab your hand, and lead you into a private room where he then pulls you into a consoling hug and allows you to cry. His gentle touch combined with the soft tone of his voice does wonders for your mood.

Every once in a while you'll annoy him and he'll just lug you over his shoulder and carry you around with him until you agree to stop whatever it was you were doing and just let him work without distraction.

You guys like to watch romcoms together, namely from companies like Hallmark and Netflix, and make fun of how dumb they are. But each time, you find yourselves enjoying them.

You have a very pure, very sweet connection with each other and no matter how much others may tease and spew halfhearted insults your way, they can see that clearly you love Jack and Jack loves you.

Hey! Just wanted to send in a one-shot! I was wondering (if you havent don't it before) could you do a one-shot where the Reader can read minds? Maybe with a cp you haven't written in a while? (I love all the cps you write, so you can choose whoever you think would fit this!)

Absolutely! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it anyway <3

P.S. This was a very ambiguous request so I started writing this with nothing particular in mind and just let the words flow, so if it seems completely random that's because it is :D I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted!

Warning: Slightly graphic content featured down below for those of you who are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

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Ticci-Toby x Reader

Toby was not confident that he could do this. He really was not confident that he could do this. At first, he thought, eh, seems a bit challenging, but surely it couldn't be that bad, right? However, the more he contemplated the situation, the more he was plagued with second thoughts. This wasn't a good idea, and that fact was making itself more and more apparent to him within each minute that dragged on.

He was sitting in a tree, outside of an abandoned warehouse, gazing quietly through a window. He could see people gathered inside, having some kind of meeting. They were speaking, but he couldn't make out anything they were saying thanks to the walls muffling their voices.

Slenderman sent him here to wipe them out because, according to him, they were "getting too close to discovering where they reside". Toby counted at least four heads, maybe more, and he was beginning to ponder why on earth his boss would ever send him out here, completely alone.

He had told him that there was supposed to be someone coming from another hideout in the woods to assist, but they hadn't showed up yet. This left Toby by himself, having to make an important decision too soon for his own liking. Does he take a chance and attack without any backup? Does he wait another hour for this mysterious person to show up? Or does he just call it quits and report back to Slenderman that he couldn't do it because he was outnumbered and nobody came to help?

As little as Toby knew about Slenderman, he was certain about one thing; he didn't like his workers coming back unsuccessful, and such things very often resulted in punishment. Punishment that Toby had no interest in experiencing.

But what was worse? Getting killed trying to fight, or going back and getting mentally (and physically) scarred? Maybe he would get lucky and Slenderman would instead get mad at this other person for not doing as they were told and take it out on them? There was no way of knowing; that entity was far too unpredictable.

With a defeated sigh, Toby glanced around the area one last time, looking through the trees shrouded by a darkness only the night could provide, searching for his supposed partner for the evening. But he saw no sign of anyone.

He inched closer to the window, carefully using a tree limb as his path as he drew his hatchets. If he was going to do this, then he was going to have the element of surprise on his side.

He took one last breath of self-compure, readied his stance, and shoved the blade of his hatchet through the window, shattering the glass and giving the people inside no time to react as he jumped through. He could hear startled gasps and yelps of surprise and confusion, and he landed on the floor, several feet away from the group.

"Who the hell is that??"

"What are you doing?"

He ignored the shocked questions and stood to his full height; the moonlight shining through the broken window and illuminating his frame, making him seem bigger and more intimidating than he really was. Weapons in hand and face covered with his signature goggles and mouthguard, he strided forward and narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want??"

Saying nothing, he lept at the closest one to him; a man, likely in his early to mid twenties, and sunk his hatchet deep into his neck. Warm crimson squirted out across his clothes and made a puddle in the floor, and Toby could hear the gargled pleas of the poor guy as he stumbled to the floor. There was no point in finishing him off; he'd bleed out within a couple of minutes anyway.

Shouts of terror erupted from around him and everyone made a valiant effort to back away, but Toby was quicker. He tackled a girl to the ground and sliced her head open, soon repeating the hit until she wasn't moving anymore.

As he was doing this, he failed to notice someone sneak up behind him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt, metal object and instantly fell over, vision going blurry and senses now screwed up. His grip automatically tightened on his hatchets, and he attempted to stand to his feet and stab whoever it was that interfered with his mission, only to be met with a whack to the side of his face.

This knocked him on his back, and he blinked frantically, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he wouldn't be overpowered. Is this it? He thought. Is this where my pitiful excuse for a life ends?

The man lifted the steel rebar to swing again, but was cut off when a blade was plunged straight through his throat. Toby could barely see the pain in his eyes as he was thrown to the concrete ground below, coughing and sputtering incoherent sentences as he writhed around and clutched the wound.

The person that was the cause of such an injury shoved their sword into his chest, and the man stopped moving almost instantly. While they allowed Toby to recover, the person swiftly sprinted over to the other ones that had tried in vain to escape. He didn't see it himself, but he could hear pained screams and what sounded like metal clashing against the wall before it all went silent.

Toby rubbed at his head in discomfort, forcing himself up but losing his balance and having to clutch the rails of a staircaise beside him. Calm footsteps echoed through the building as someone approached, and Toby met their eyes but couldn't see the bottom half of their face due to the mask they were wearing.

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner." They spoke, and Toby couldn't help but notice the voice sounded lighter than he'd expect from a male. "I had some...business, to attend to."

"I almost died," he spat, keeping a hand glued to his head and sending a glare at who was most certainly a girl. "Yy-you had a job to do, and you almost w-weren't present to even do it."

She pulled the hood away from her head and sheathed her sword, shrugging nonchalantly. "I said I was sorry."

Bitch, he thought, grimacing at the consistent throbbing in his mind. She hardened her gaze.

"Who are you calling a 'bitch'? You couldn't even fight off a few guys! That's pretty pathetic, in my opinion."

Wait, what did she just--? His lips parted incredulously as he stared down at her. I must have muttered it or something...

"You didn't mutter anything, hatchet boy. Toby, is it?" She stuck her hand out, and he lowered his gaze hesitantly. "Nice to meet you. Boss informed me a little about your profile but was vague, for the most part. I'm Y\n."

He blinked at her before scoffing and pushing himself away. "Screw off. I-I'm not being ff-f-friendly with someone as undependable as you."

"Fine, have it your way." She stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head. "And by the way, I'm not 'undependable'. Just not used to working with other people."

"Sure." The venom was noticeable in his words as he staggered over to pick up his hatchets that had been dropped previously. "Where do you l-ll-live, a-anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She was two steps ahead of him and bended over to pick up the weapons herself, so he wouldn't fall on his face and damage himself any more. He snatched them from her grasp.

"I just want to know w-why it took so long for you to shh-s-show up." She raised an eyebrow and the corners of her lips pulled upward.

"I already told you why I was late."

Boss won't be pleased to hear that answer.

"Maybe he won't. But he'll understand once I explain it to him." She crossed her arms and he shot her another glare.

"How do you dd-do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what. D-dd-don't play dumb."

"Oh. You mean the mind-reading?" She grinned coyly and began dragging one of the bodies toward the center of the large room.

"Liar. Thh-that isn't possible."

"Is it not?" She hummed with feigned disappointment. "My bad."

Then again, ghosts, demons, and mind-controlling exists...

"You make a compelling point, Toby." He grabbed the wrists of the girl he killed a few minutes prior and copied Y\n's movements, sharpening his scowl.

"Ss-stop it."

"And why should I? You've been nothing but unpleasant to me."

"I wonder why."

"So if you won't try to be decent, then I won't try to be decent." She raked a hand through her hair. "It's as simple as that."

"Ff-fine." He breathed a puff of air through his nose. "I didn't wanna know, anyway."

"Yes, you do." He heard her murmur, and he only shook his head defiantly as they worked together to dispose of the bodies, leaving no trace of evidence behind them.

~Ｍｙ Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ~

Here you will find links to every piece of work I've written so you don't have to scroll endlessly through my page just to find something specific. I mean, who wants to do that, right?

I will try to remember to add to this list each time I post something.

My rules can be found here, please look them over before sending in a request!

~𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

The Puppeteer Headcanons  and More Puppeteer Headcanons

Ben Drowned Headcanons and Facts About Ben Drowned

X-Virus Headcanons and More X-Virus Headcanons 

Jeff the Killer Headcanons 

Smile Dog Headcanons

Homicidal Liu Headcanons 

Sully Headcanons

Sally Williams Headcanons  

Masky\Tim Wright Headcanons 

Hoody\Brian Thomas Headcanons

Ticci-Toby Headcanons

Laughing Jack Headcanons  and More Laughing Jack Headcanons (not relevant)

Clockwork Headcanons  

Bloody Painter Headcanons 

Kagekao Headcanons 

Grinny Cat Headcanons  Eyeless Jack Headcanons

~𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

Never Steal Tim’s Mask 

Horror Movie Night 

Eyeless Jack’s Mask 

Liu’s and Sully’s Grudge  

Slenderman 

Ben Can(’t) Fly {Part One} 

Ben Can(’t) Fly {Part Two} 

Brian’s Origin  

Chores 

Jeff’s Prone to Anger 

Jeff Gets Roasted 

Jane and Jeff: The Story of Two Best Friends

Jeff’s Worst Fear 

Truth or Dare 

The Incident  

Masky Is A Nice Guy 

Music Preferences  

Baking Fail  

Frap

Jeff the Lover 

At Your Service 

Cooking 

This Should Be Illegal 

Oh, Cody... 

Jeff Gets Roasted Pt. 2 

Empathy 

The Best... 

Oh, Jeffery... 

Gotcha (Brian is the target)

Revenge Will Be Sweet 

Flirting With Jeff 101 

Creepypasta As Horror Characters

Stuff That They Find Attractive 

Gotcha (Tim is the target) 

Ben's Dramatic Dialogue

She Just Wants Some Food

The Truth Has Been Revealed

*Cries*

Jeff the Softie

Stop Whining, Toby

Better Run

~𝚂\𝙾 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

Jeff the Killer w/ a Crush 

Laughing Jack In a Relationship (not relevant)

Jeff, Ben, and Jack w/ Their Girlfriends 

Brian w/ His Girlfriend 

Laughing Jack Meeting His S\O (not relevant)

Cody w/ His Girlfriend 

Ben w/ His Deaf\Mute Girlfriend 

Ben w/ His Girlfriend 

Jack w/ His Goth Girlfriend 

Jeff and Jack w/ Their Lazy Girlfriends 

Jack and His Ghostly Girlfriend

Sully w/ His Girlfriend

Types of Hugs They Give You

Ben Drowned w/ His Gamer Girlfriend

The Puppeteer w\ His “Heartless” Girlfriend

Masky\Tim w/ Their Girlfriend

Cody w/ His Witch Girlfriend

How They Cuddle

Toby w/ His Girlfriend

Cody w/ His Witch Girlfriend Pt. 2

Cody w/ His Affectionate Girlfriend

Toby w/ His Cottagecore Girlfriend

Cody w/ His Insecure Girlfriend

Ben and a Girlfriend That Both Share a Birthday

How They Kiss You

~𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 One-Shots~

You’re Late - Ticci-Toby x Telepathic! Reader 

Join Me - Eyeless Jack x Sad! Reader 

Well This Didn’t Go As Planned - Homicidal Liu x Immortal! Reader 

~Scenarios~

Cody x Reader: Wedding Talk

Helen/Child Reader: You Did Your Best

~𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜~

Zero

Sally

Clockwork

Candy Pop

Hoody

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜~

Height Chart

Age Chart

~𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏~

Jane and Toby’s Pure Sibling Relationship

Ben and Toby With A Platonic Reader

~𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚀𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜~

Jeff’s Precious Knife 

Clockwork and Her Pizza

It’s Just A Flesh Wound

Zero’s Precious Food

Something Sully Loves

Cody’s Peculiar Diet

Jeff and His Insecure Brony-hood

~𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜~ 

Totheark Quote

Jay, the Resident Idiot

Entry #73

The “Ark” Theory

My MH Blog

Marble Hornets Day

~𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏~

Halloween Costumes 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Quote By Cody 

Christmas

Christmas Tree

Favorite Christmas Quotes

New Year’s Resolutions

Jeff’s Valentine’s Day Gift

~𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜~

Since Sally kills abusive people does she know that the others kill innocent people? 

If Sally is mentally 30 then why does she still act like a kid?

Why would Sally, the ghost of an innocent murder victim, be friends with people that she knows murders innocents?

Are there any child Creeps like Sally?

Does Sally ever get lonely, being the only child Creep in the Manor?

What would happen if Mr. Death (Sally’s teddy bear) went missing?

~𝙰 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 [𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚡 𝙵. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]~

Synopsis: 

When sixteen-year-old Y\n L\n's parents leave the country to go on yet another work-related trip, she gets driven to and dropped off at her grandparents' house - the very same grandparents that she hasn't spoken with since she was a preteen. Mixed with feelings of resentment, disdain, and excitement, she spends valuable time catching up with them and exploring the surrounding forest, relishing in old memories and childhood nostalgia. That is until she begins to suffer sudden, daunting symptoms shortly before being taken to a small, cryptic settlement nestled deep in the woods, miles away from her grandparents' property. She's told that she's in danger and must stay with these strangers - most of which are very displeasing to look at - because something is targeting her. This "something" is what they call Slenderman, a supernatural entity with a lust for humankind and control.   Throughout this little unexpected adventure, she discovers life-altering secrets about her family, forms peculiar bonds with the ones she now lives with, all while trying to stay sane and make sure nobody she loves gets hurt.

This is shaping up to be quite an eventful summer, indeed.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four