(Yup. A wonderful suggestion from Katiekat1300! Here's another cookie! (:::))

Jeff the Killer

You awoke to the sight of BEN rooting through your underwear drawer.

"What the fu-"

The little elf pulled out a packet of crisps.

"Found it!" He cheered, jumping off the stool and running off with it.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, unsure if it was a delusion or not.

Then you started dragging your feet over the floor, trying to find your slippers in order to run after the elfish git and beat the *BLEEP* out of him for waking you up at two in the morning.

Instead, you ended up toe-ing Jeff in the face. Right on the noggin.

With a yelp, the psychotic killer sprang up and looked around in blind confusion before taking off his sleeping mask.

"What'd you do that for?" He asked indignantly, rubbing his nose.

"What the hell were you doing under my bed?" You yelled back.

Jeff's cut smile began to droop.

"I couldn't sleep..."

"You've got no fricken' eyelids! Of course you can't bloody sleep!"

Oh yes. Did I forget to mention how irritable and grumpy you were when woken up at ungodly hours of the night?

Jeff sat up and stuck his sleeping mask back on. Upside down.

"But... But usually I can drift off into... A peaceful..."

He was half-asleep already and his frequent dreamy pauses were becoming extremely annoying.

You sighed and reached out to flip it back around the right way.

"Look. Why don't I tell you a bedtime story and then we can all just go to sleep?"

"O-okay Y/N," Jeff yawned, crawling into your bed and curling up on the spot where D/N usually slept.

The little doggie was actually downstairs at the moment, lapping up all the mess BEN had made while he searched for the secret hiding place of his favorite crisp packet.

You rolled your eyes and moved up a bit to give him more room.

"Alright... Uh... Once upon a time, there was a fat kid called..."

You had a burst of inspiration.

"BEN! That right! A really fat and greedy kid called BEN, who liked breaking into the home of his best friend's girlfriend and hiding snacks in her underwear drawer!"

Well, that little "bedtime story" ended up becoming more of a hate rant directed solely at BEN, who was now dangling from the ceiling fan as he tried to stuff the packet of crisps into the socket for (safer) safekeeping.

BEN Drowned... In electricity?

You opened one eye as you felt a little tug on your blanket.

"Y/N..?"

"Ugh... Did F/N beat you up for stealing her fridge or something?" You groaned groggily.

"No, that was yesterday."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I electrocuted myself on the exposed wiring of the ceiling fan in her lounge."

You finally rolled around to look at him and then clapped a hand over your mouth.

BEN's hair was sticking up on end, he was covered in ash and he was clutching a packet of crisps which now had mysteriously gotten a new label.

Crispy and Delicious had been replaced by a sloppily applied sticker reading; Smoked and Fried.

You sat up and let him hop up into the bed.

"Right... Would a story make you feel better?"

"Yay! Story!" BEN cheered, tearing the packet open and popping one of the "smoked and fried" crisps into his mouth.

"Ooh... Tastes like high voltage... Yummy!"

"There was once a very tall and handsome man called BEN. He really liked snacks and video games but hated avocados and social interaction with squirrels..."

Knowing your "fun sized" boyfriend well, you cleverly flattered him into the dreamworld.

Dark Link~

(I really can't think of a good scenario for this one, so enjoy this comedic little blooper instead)

You sat against the tree and looked up into the starry night sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Darkness rested his head in your lap.

"Nothing is more beautiful to me than you," he mumbled.

You smiled and reached down to stroke his soft, snowy hair.

Suddenly, a bright light shot across the darkened skies.

"Look! It's a shooting star!"

Dark Link stirred from his comfortable position and looked up.

"Yes.... It is. Have you made a wish?"

"I wish for... Um... A puppy!" You giggled.

Just then, there was a joyous bark as Smile Dog clumsily bounded over, only to trip over his own feet in his excitement and then fall sprawled out onto the grass with a yelp.

You both burst out laughing as the embarrassed pup got back to his feet and scampered away into the adjoining wheat fields to try again.

Laughing Pumpkin

L.J had been complaining of chest pain all day long. You had tried pumping him full of painkillers, herbs and even an ancient remedy involving French mustache hair and a neon-green brick but to no avail.

He wouldn't even tell you why it was hurting so badly, only muttered something about delayed reactions.

By bedtime, you were feeling slightly sleep-deprived and L.J had gotten comfy on your bed along with a bowl of sweets, which he snuggled up to like a teddy bear. Weird little clown.

Actually no, he wasn't a little clown. He was a large clown. So large that there was somehow no room for you. Again.

You sat on the chair and tried to doze off, only to be rudely awakened by L.J's whimpering. Even worse, one of his hands was hanging limply over the bed and the claws were scratching against the bed frame repeatedly.

Finally you threw your hands in the air and stormed off to find something to read.

L.J opened one eye, feeling guilty. He hadn't actually been sleeping at all because of the pulsing pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N... That dagger's magic was more powerful than I thought..."

Then he twisted around with a grimace and closed his eyes, just moments before you entered the room again.

"Alright, you killer clown. If I was F/N, I would've kicked you out a long time ago but I'm not so listen to this instead."

You sat down and opened the book of Fairytales... Which had been borrowed from Sally.

Who was sorta hanging around in the lounge and watching her favorite cartoon (Candle Cove) in the middle of the night because BEN had apparently stolen Slenderman's T.V as well.

"A drop of pure darkness fell into the pond and became the egg of a horrific beast which ripped out and ate the eyeballs of any child who saw it..."

Although some of the tales made you feel a little sick, L.J enjoyed listening to them and was able to make it through the night without the pain bothering him too much.

Meanwhile, at the Creepypasta Mansion...

(Warning: A lot of bleeping and shrieking ahead)

A worried Evelyn burst into Slenderman's study, causing him to almost drop the electronic catalogue which he had been leafing through for any special deals on television sets.

"Why am I always the last one to be informed whenever Smiley gets hurt?" She wailed in despair.

"Oh do calm down, my dear. Smiley just needs a lot of rest after his... Ordeal," Slendy said causally, turning the page.

"What happened to him?" She demanded.

"A very strong creepypasta working for our enemy attacked us directly in the mansion. Smiley endured quite a beating but is completely unharmed."

"Unharmed? How can someone "endure a quite beating" and be unharmed?"

"It's... Complicated. Just let him rest for awhile. He'll be right as rain in the morning."

Evelyn took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

"What did you do with the little mother*BLEEP*er?"

"Goodness, child! Such language! Why do you wish to know?"

She suddenly pulled out a taser.

"I want to find him and electrocute the *BLEEP* *BLEEP* out of his little *BLEEP *BLEEP* and then *BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP* BLEEP* *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!*" (Censored for profanity and graphic descriptions of violence)

Slenderman slowly lowered the book. If he had eyes, he would've been blinking in surprise.

"Er... I don't think that would be such a good idea, child. You see, this creepypasta is his twin brother and-"

"HE COULD BE SMILEY'S MOTHERFIRETRUCKING GRANDMA FOR ALL I CARE! NOW CUT THE FORMAL BULL*BLEEP* AND SHOW ME WHERE HE IS!"

The faceless creepypasta cringed and stood up.

"Very well then, child... He's being securely kept in a secluded location that Jeff highly recommended... I'll teleport you there immediately."

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A/N: Poor Smirky. Hell hath no fury like a ticked-off Evelyn. Can anybody guess the place that Slenderman was referring to? Jeff took his girlfriend there once.

Well happy Easter, everyone! May the easter bunny give BEN lots of chocolate eggs. BEN! I've told you this a thousand times; GET OUT OF MY iPAD!

I'm feeling really happy and bubbly because so many people have voted, commented and followed! I mean, I had no idea these people actually read my story! It's such a surprise! I'm happy! I'm in cloud nine! I think I've done something like this before!

(P.S: I've been Googling "How to get an annoying blonde midget out of my iPad" for the past three days with no luck. Got any suggestions? Heck, got any suggestions for another scenario? Got any suggestions for snacks? BEN!)

Ta-Ta!

~TheNightPhantom