[Naturally, I don't own any of the pictures in the media. I just put them in a collage. Kudos (and credit) to their awesome artists! This scenario was suggested by Jack-Senpai, so here's your cookie! (.:::.)]

Jeffery Le Killer

At two in the morning, Jeffy boy had been delivered to your doorstep in a cardboard box, with a sarcastic gift bow tied around his head (a pink one).

You'd yelled at the fleeing silhouette of Smirky for waking you up so damn late, taken a picture of your boyfriend for blackmail purposes, and finally dragged him indoors.

~Le Phantomhive-Induced Timeskip~  

Knock! Knock! Knock! Either someone was dying, or very eager for you to answer the door.

Jeff sprang off the couch (he'd been comfort-eating ice cream), and ran full speed towards the window to peek out.

At the same time, you begrudgingly dragged yourself to the door and opened it. "Ye-"

A male youth was standing there, absentmindedly fiddling with his grey scarf while looking at you with an air of expectancy.

You didn't recognise him at all.

But something struck oddly familar about this one; his I'm-insane-yet-adorable-and-stupid expression reminded you of Jeff.

"Uh... Did you leave a knife here?" Were the first words that sprang off your tongue.

His brilliant green eyes were kind of unnerving. You noticed stitches around his mouth, then snapped to attention because the stranger was attempting to communicate- I mean- talking.

"My name is Liu. Where is he? I recently heard on the news that your boyfriend was abducted by a satanic cult of fangirls? WHERE IS HE?"

"Nope. Nope. Nope!" You were ready to slam the door in the face of this double-voiced maniac, but Jeff barged past you before you could do that.

"Liu." He said coolly, fingering a knife.

"Jeff." Came the hostile response, and a fixed stare.

"Liu."

"Jeff."

"Liu."

"Jeff."

You awkwardly stood on the sidelines. They didn't do anything constructive - just stared at each other while taking turns saying the other's name. This went on for hours.

BEN Drowned... In Unown?

The little blonde elf was involved in a freak accident that left him with a broken leg.

After Doctor Smiley had bandaged him up and set his leg in a cast, BEN needed to be given royal treatment once more. Much to his delight.

You'd propped him up on the couch with a tray of snacks, and the T.V remote within reach.

"But seriously love... How the hell did you manage to fall off the fridge, land on Deez Nuts, trip over Fluffy, and then get run over by the ghost of C/N riding a tricycle indoors? Karma?"

Mumble, grumble, grumble. He grumpily watched television, stuffing yum-yums down his gullet by the handful.

All of a sudden, a Pikachu hopped onto his lap, sending the snacks flying.

"Pika-Pika! Chuuu!" Electricity sizzled from its cheeks. BEN wailed for his lost yum-yums, then wailed for a totally different reason as he was promptly electrocuted.

"P-P-Pikachu!" Came the horrified voice of Lost Silver as he ran towards the high voltage scene. "Ba-Bad P-P-Pikachu!"

The yellow rodent happily sprung off the elf's lap, and bounded towards its trainer. Lost Silver gave it a light telling off.

"D-Don't g-g-go r-running o-off a-again, u-understood?"

"Pika! Pikachu!"

You were amused by the sight of BEN trying to regain his senses. The red dots of his bleeding eyes were going 'round and 'round in loopy circles, and his tongue was sticking about.

"Hey, Silver! Do you wanna stay over for lunch?" You asked hopefully.

He shyly looked up, a cute smile spreading over his face. "U-Um... I'd-I'd l-love t-t-to!"

Dark Link~

It was a lovely afternoon, so you'd decided to eat lunch outside. Smile Dog was happy to roam around and terrorise the local wildlife.

Idyllic breezes sent ripples over the grass. The sky was clear. The sun's rays shone pristine. You enjoyed your view of the backyard, nomming on an apple.

The peace changed in an instant.

And no, it wasn't because Ryuk popped by the premises to steal your aforementioned apple. Although, we wouldn't be complaining if he did.

A glowing portal tore open nearby, edges warping and stretching. Link tumbled out, fighting tooth and nail with Dark Link, who was completely oblivious to their change of surroundings.

"Hyiah!"

"Cha!"

Their swords clashed in a spray of golden sparks.

You drew your knees to your chest and put down the apple, in favour of picking up a glass of juice. Slurrrp.

Darkness heard it. He looked over his shoulder, and the horror practially flashed over his features. Before he could say a word, he had to dodge another attack from Link.

Slurrrp. Quite entertaining to watch.

He had an opportunity to lance through his opponent, but the shadow didn't take it. Naturally.

Due to his self-given pledge to refrain from killing anybody in front of you, Dark Link was forced to lose (what would otherwise be) the easiest fight of his life.

He was pretty annoyed at himself for accidentally teleporting out of Hyrule.

Even more so, when he was forced to sit down in the grass and let Link braid his hair with glitter ribbons and bunny clips. It was the reward for winning, you see.

Laughing Jason

Chilly was the night, not to be confused with chilli, as they were two entirely different things.

At the moment, you sure could've gone for some chilli. The blanket was no match for the coldness of your room. But the bed was comfy, and you were far too lazy to move from it.

So, when a pair of arms wrapped tenderly around your middle, you were pleasantly relieved. You snuggled up, burying your head in a shoulderpiece of warm fluff.

"You're cozy..."

"Thank you, dear~" a low voice purred.

You didn't hear him much, as you were already starting to drift off, ignoring the sound of soft snores...

Wait. Snores? Warm fluff instead of ticklish feathers? He wasn't Laughing Jack!

Quick as greased lightning, you wriggled out of this stranger's grip. He half-opened his eyes in mild annoyance - they glowed a captivating green, unlike anything you'd ever seen before.

"I thought you were comfortable?"

Yep - definitely not L.J. He wore a costume, but it was a far cry of difference. His eyes had peculiar markings on them - as did the front of his throat. And his skin - it had a strange texture.

Before you had to muster up the nerve to talk back to this guy, a clawed hand went grabby-grabby and yanked him off the bed, into the shadows.

"You should pick your victims more carefully - she's already taken!" L.J's voice growled, sounding positively demonic with rage.

Well, aside from a brief teleporty-ish noise, you didn't hear anything else for quite awhile.

Eventually, someone crawled back into bed with you. It was the monochrome clown that you knew and loved. He hugged you abruptly, almost poking you in the face with his swirly nose.

"It's okay, my sweet gummy bear. Jason won't be coming back for awhile~!"

"T-Thanks. But um... Is that blood splattered on your face?"

"Yup!" With that, he promptly toppled on top of you and fell asleep, whistling contently.

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

Ever so slightly, Smiley was beginning to go into a panic. The Fangirl Invasion Of 2016 had severely delayed his plans for a "crazy, grand romantic gesture," towards Evelyn.

Time was running out.

"Oh Zalgo - what if she wants to break up? What if she thinks I want to break up? What if she comes over and dumps a penguin at the doorstep? What if-"

Smiley wailed in despair and buried his face in his hands, half-collapsing onto the desk.

"Listen to me." His "friendly ear" (so to speak), took a deep breath. "I have no clue why I'm still here, but you really need to calm the hell down."

The not-so-good doctor sat up, fidgeting with a loose end of his coat. "I'm calm. Per-Perfectly c-c-calm."

"No, you're not calm. In fact, you're so un-calm that you're literally taking advice from the devil himself. Sworn enemy and all that. Is none of this bothering you?"

"Nope." Smiley laughed weakly. And kept laughing. And laughing. Until it dissolved and broke down into a sobbing wail of despair. "I'm going to lose the only person who loves me!"

Apparently, wails were extremely irking to demons. Zalgo lunged over the desk and grabbed him, his voice going just as demonic as L.J's had.

"For Zal- For my sakes, if I help you get your "lost love" back, will you shut up and stop drowning out my hidden microphone feed with your persistent snivelling?!"

"O... Okay?"

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A/N: Phantom did good? Phantom deserve star-shaped cookie? Give Phantom cookie by clicking vote? ;)
Hehehe. I am not a master of tact. But for Smiley's sake, we'd better hope that Zalgo is!

Alright, time to listen up again - we've got an announcement to give. This book is almost at 500K reads! You know that that means... Special chapter time! *blows a royal trumpet*

What should it be? Is the creepypasta madness virus going to come back, fifty times stronger? Will the elaborate romantic gesture take spotlight? Stick your suggestions right here; winners get cookies!

... And I'll check out their books. It's a win-win for everyone! *blows the trumpet again* (thanks for the suggestions - sadly, almost all of them were already planned. But thank you anyways!)

Toodles~!
TheNightPhantom