(Requested by Shadow.Ruler ~on quotev~ this is the first nine for this scenario- the second part will be uploaded within the next two days but I wanted to get this out today so I hope you enjoy!

In other news, I am considering releasing another special after I get all these scenarios out so if anybody has any suggestions for it please feel free to comment or message me. Thank you to everyone for all the support and for reading, it's truly appreciated. ^~^ Waffle out.)

Slenderman:

"Slendy~~" You called throughout the house. "Slendy~! There you are!" Slender seemed to jump at the sight of you.

"(Y-Y/N), hello. I just came to make some soup, you should be in bed," He nervously looked from you to the nearby doorway that led to the kitchen with a ramen chicken soup package in his hand.

"Why are you in your illusion form, silly?" You sniffed.

"B-because my head hits the ceiling if I'm not," he laughed shakily, "I should really get to the kitchen now."

"Waaiit," you moved in closer when your nose began to itch. Before you knew it, you sneezed on your boyfriend.

"(Y/N), no! Your human fluids are all over me!" He collapsed to the ground. "I'm filthy now."

"It's okay! You can wipe it off-"

"No, I'm filthy." A single tear escaped his eye and traced a river down the right side of his face.

"...I'm going to take a nap."

BEN Drowned:

"Are you sure you're okay enough to go to work?" BEN cautiously asked as you got your wallet and keys.

"Duh, why wouldn't I be?" You took off your jacket- the weather was too hot for it anyways.

"Well, you can't even walk in a straight line and you nearly fell down the stairs." He pointed out.

"Why don't you just shut up? I'm fine, al-a-ACHOO!" You refelxively bended your arm to sneeze into your elbow only for an abundance of mucus to stick to your arm.

"You still want to go to work?"

"Yes, this is nothing." BEN sighed and reached over to feel your forehead.

"You're running a fever and you're out of breath from sneezing. Stay home- if you do, I'll cook something just for you." You reluctantly gave in and found out that by "cook" he meant "warm up leftover McDonald's". Nonetheless, he treated you with care in hopes of you getting better.

Jeff The Killer:

"Why are you faking your sickness?" Jeff questioned from his spot on the love seat farthest from you.

"You know I'm not." You pulled your covers around you even though you were hot a second ago.

"It's so obvious, (Y/N). I'm calling your boss," Before he had time to reach for his phone, you quickly got up and fought through the room spinning to Jeff. "What're you-" You grabbed his face and licked his cheek to spread your germs onto him causing an immediate look of disgust on his face.

"Call him after you get sick, kay?" As you were heading back to the couch you tripped over your own feet and fell roughly to the floor while Jeff, refusing to get more of your germs, avoided catching you.

"That's some instant karma shit right there." He stood and strolled to the bathroom to scrub his face.

Eyeless Jack:

"(Y/N), this site is telling me that you're going to die in a week. I seriously think we should take you to a hospital," Jack urgently informed you, "If you want to live it says we should leave now."

"Let me see that page," you coughed. He showed you his phone to reveal WebMD pulled up. "Jack, you listed my symptoms as 'coughing up blood' and 'severe pain in kidneys.'"

"Well you had blood on your chin earlier-"

"I mixed in ketchup with my soup. It was literally watered down ketchup."

"And you've been in bed all day so that must mean you are having pain in your lower back- you know, where your kidneys are."

"I'm honestly too tired to deal with this right now," you sneezed leaving Jack with no other choice but to freak out. "Aren't you supposed to be a doctor or something?"

"I didn't study illnesses and symptoms- that isn't part of my job. Now stop fighting back and let's go." You glanced at his phone again.

"It says that this is an infectious disease- you can die if you hang around me any longer." He grabbed your cover and wrapped you in it before he picked you up bridal-style.

"I'm okay with that as long as you're alright." Jack threw the door open and began running towards your car.

"Jack, stop! You're just being crazy now!" As much as you tried to fight back, you didn't have the energy for it.

"Sweetie, that's why they call me a serial killer."

Dr.Smiley:

"I just don't understand why you are always getting so sick. Are you really just that careless?" Dr.Smiley said to you as he handed you a hot cup of (tea/coffee) wrapped in a towelette- he had basically been living with you since you caught your illness of the month.

"I'm not careless at all, I'll have you know." You blew into the cup then took a sip and decided it needed to cool down a bit more.

"Then is your immune system defected, do you need me to check it out for you?~"

"No, thanks," You bluntly replied, coughing slightly. The doctor sat down next to you and draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"I'd do anything if it were for you," he whispered into your ear proceeding to kissing you on your forehead. "Just get better for now, okay?" You smiled and nodded, lifting your cup to take another sip when a gentle breeze of air from your ceiling fan brushed your nose. You couldn't stop what happened next; It was all out of your hands as the cup jerked with your movements- the hot drink (along with some mucus) targeted your boyfriend successfully onto his forearm. Smiley couldn't help but wince in pain as the drink seared his skin to an extent of first degree burns.

"I-I'm rea-ally sorry," you apologized in shock fearing the worst.

"No, it's okay." He steadied his breath, "I've dealt with worse but, uh, I kind of have to- you'know.."

"Do you want help?"

"Actually, I'll make you some cold soup after I deal with this- just rest." He hurriedly got up and headed to the bathroom to wash off the liquid to prevent it from getting worse, leaving you to feel guilty with a huge puddle on the floor and no drink.

Hoodie:

"A-are you sure you're oka-ay?" Hoodie asked, following you around the corner.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"A-alright, b-but if you're no-ot just tell me." He insisted.

"Okay," you answered with a hint of annoyance, "I will." You turned again and started walking up the stairs with Hoodie still following you when your dizziness got the best of you and you fell backwards- forcing Hoodie to catch you.

"You l-lied! Y-you're not okay!"

Ticci Toby:

"(Y/N)? A-are you in here?" Toby flicked on the light switch immediately causing you to pull your blanket over your face.

"Turn them off..," you groaned in pain. Toby, knowing better, did as you said and walked over to the lump of his (boy/girl)friend.

"Are you al-lright?" He asked as he gently pulled the covers down to reveal you lying in your own sweat. Touching your forehead, his concerns rose as he felt a fever.

"No," you weakly said, "I have a terrible headache and I think I may be sick."

"Y-you need to take a cold shower, o-okay? I'll ge-et you some fresh clothes and change the sheet-ts."

"I don't want to get up- I might vomit again."

"U-uh okay, here's a b-bin, now come o-on you need that shower." He lightly picked you to your feet and directed you to the bathroom with you vomiting midway through.

"How do you even know what to do?" You asked as you sat on the toilet for a break.

"My m-mom us-sed to do this for m-me when I wa-as younger."

"Oh..."

"I'll l-let you have y-your privacy now. C-call me if y-you need anything."

Lost Silver:

"Silver~" You peaked your head out from under the wet cloth.

"I-I'm here. What's wrong?" He responded by placing his hand on your arm.

"Did you know... that you're absolutely soo cute?" His face immediately reacted.

"I-I don't-I'm n-not-"

"Yes you are! Dont even lie! Liars are punished!" You yelled.

"Ok-kay, j-just calm do-own. Y-you mi-ight make your fever worse if y-you move a lot."

"I just- I dont understand why you think I'm lying? You know," you started again, sitting up. "I think I'm in love with you. Did you know I love you?"

"I-I know, lay b-back down," he tried to gently push you back so you could calm down- though it only lead to tears forming in your eyes.

"You dont love me? Is it because I don't like ketchup? I knew you were out of my league!" You bawled.

"N-no, no- th-hat's- okay c-calm down," He worriedly looked between you and the trash bin- which he had already cleaned out twice within the past hour. "I l-love you, okay? Y-you're not out o-of m-y league. You're amaz-zing just the way y-you are."

"Really?" You sniffed.

"Y-yes."

"Great." You collapsed back into your bed as Silver kissed your still-hot forehead.

"Get some rest now, o-okay?" He sighed as he went to rewet the cloth.

Masky:

"M-masky!" You breathily called out, almost immediately you heard a knock on the door.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" His voice called over the cold, running water.

"I, uh, kind of fell down." You yelled back, exasperated. The door open and you heard footsteps approaching.

"Are you okay? Can you stand up?" He worriedly questioned through the shower curtain.

"N-no..." A hand appeared with a towel. You reached up and wrapped it around your body.

"Covered?" You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you.

"Yup." He opened the screen and turned off the water; Leaning down, he took off his glove and touched your cheek with the back of his hand.

"I thought I told you to take a cold shower?"

"I was," he noticed your drooped eyes and how heavily you were breathing.

Picking you up while trying to keep you covered, he responded, "Sorry babe, I need to take you to the doctor."

"Noooo~" You started fighting back by thrashing your legs and trying to punch his face to no avail due to your lack of energy.

"Okay look, it's either you dress yourself and we go or I wait until you pass out, I dress you, and take you- which is it?"

"I'm not going to pass out," you heavily said.

"Sweetie, yes you are; You couldn't even get out of the shower. There's clothes on your bed, call my name if you need anything- I'll be right outside this door," He gently placed you near your clothes and walked out of the room to give you privacy.