A/N: I would first off like to apologize for the lack of updates but I believe I should start updating on a schedule now. Secondly, this is one of the more serious scenarios requested to me by quite a few people including VedderVye . This scenario will deal more with suicide, depression, grief, anorexia, physical/mental abuse, etc. If you are more sensitive to this topic, please feel free to skip over it and I will have another update out this week. I have only chosen a select few creepypastas for this scenario because this is a sensitive topic for me as well. Keep in mind I may choose to do the rest of the creepypastas in the future. Also, if any of you are ever feeling depressed, suicidal, or just want to talk. Please contact me. Always feel free to leave me a comment in private on my profile. Waffle out. https://goo.gl/k92RqN )

Slenderman:

You were grieving. (F/M/N)(FAMILY MEMBER'S NAME) passed away only a week or so ago. You were fairly close to them, at least closer than you than you were with the rest of the family. You felt they could always be there for you, but with them gone, you felt lonesome. And Slender wasn't helping with it at all with it. You hardly see Slender nowadays due to the creepypasta's so you haven't even had the chance to talk to him about it.

By this point, you were numb. Slowly, you stood up and headed to your bathroom. You felt an indescribable feeling in your stomach as you moved. It made you want to barf. As you reached the bathroom, you shut the door behind you and then proceeded to look into the medicine cabinet. You quickly found what you were looking for. Moving slowly, you sat down on the toilet. That was when you tried to open the pill bottle. You pulled as hard as you could, yet it wouldn't open. You mentally yelled at yourself for this as tears streamed down your face rather quickly.

You continued trying to open the bottle, crying at the top of your lungs. Due to that, you didn't hear the alarm system saying that your front door was open. "(Y/N)?" You looked up only to see Slender in his illusion form standing at the bathroom doorway, although the tears continued to blind your vision.

"I can't even open a fucking bottle! Why won't it open?!" You screamed. "I'm so worthless, aren't I?" That's when you noticed it. There were tears running down Slender's face. The man notoriously known as a creepypasta worldwide was crying. For you. In the blink of an eye, the bottle were flung into the shower and you were suddenly being held by Slender.

"Stop it! Let go of me!" You shrieked. "Just let me open my bottle!" You pushed against Slender to no avail.

"(Y/N)." His voice shook. "It's okay. I'm here." Your legs fell beneath you and Slender followed you down. As you two sat on the floor, he pushed you into his chest. You held onto him, crying harder than you ever have before.

"Why do I want to die so much?" He stiffened.

"Please, (Y/N). I'm begging you, don't ever say that again. I-I really lo-" He stopped mid-sentence. "I care about you so much and I most certainly do not wish to lose you. You may be having a rough times now, but we both can get through this together. I'm always here, (Y/N). I will always be here for you, no matter what happens." You nodded, not being able to say anything further. You stayed in his arms until you fell asleep that day.

Jeff The Killer:

You felt as if Jeff hadn't been honest lately. You hardly got to see him and he never allowed you to look at his phone, especially the messages and photos. One night, you were taking a stroll to clear your head, seeing the sun would be setting soon. Thirty minutes into the walk, you decided to stop at a place to eat, but when you walked in, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. In a booth of the café, you saw Jeff with a girl. She had long brown hair and bangs that framed her soft jaw with light blue eyes that imitated the ocean. She was beautiful. And she was laughing with Jeff in his illusion form.

"J-Jeff?" You stuttered. He immediately looked up and seemed worried when he saw you.

"(Y/N)? What're you doing here?" The girl at the table looked a you curiously. Why did she have to be so pretty? You turned around and walked out of the door, you don't want to let her see you cry. You saw quickly that the girl held Jeff's arm to prevent him from leaving before you walked out. You suddenly felt a sharp pain in your chest. You felt so exasperated and tired all of a sudden.

Later that day:

You were sobbing in your closet whilst eating icecream. The sun set and you hadn't seen Jeff for a few hours. For some reason, you felt safe when you were in your closet. It had a comfortable feeling for you. You suddenly heard a quiet, double knock on the doors of your closet and immediately stifled your cries along with wiping off you tears.

"May I come in?" Jeff's voice said through the doors.

"I-I don't want to talk t-to you." He opened the doors and looked down at you softly before sitting on the ground in front of you.

"You don't have to talk to me. Just listen, okay?" He sighed. "I'm really sorry about earlier. But, I wasn't cheating on you. I met up with that girl because she was selling something that I wanted to buy." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a case then handed it to you. You opened it and saw a charm bracelet inside with multiple different gems, such as a heart.

"I know you're not very big on jewelry, but I wanted to do something special for you and I thought it would look very cute on you. The reason why you haven't been seeing me much lately is because I've been doing more killings to afford all those gems. A lot of people don't seem to carry cash nowadays." He laughed. "You're the only one for me, (Y/N)." You hugged him and apologized for accusing him.

Ticci Toby:

You and Toby were getting a bit intimate in you bedroom. He had taken off his goggles, gloves, and mask off beforehand. You two had been making out for a while when Toby stuck his hand beneath your shirt, grazing your stomach over with his cold hand. Your shorts had already slipped down a bit, so when Toby reached down the side of your stomach with his hand to touch your hip bone, he stiffened. You immediately knew what was wrong, cursing at yourself mentally for being so dumb. You hurriedly sat up on the bed and fixed your clothing.

"(Y-Y/N)." He strictly said.

"Yes, T-Toby?" You were really intimidated, you shifted as far away from him as you could on the bed.

"Com-me here." He ticked. You shook your head.

"I'm actually pretty tired right now. I'm going to head to bed." Toby pounced onto you. He held you onto the bed and took the shorts you were wearing off of you.

"Toby! Stop!" He lifted up your shirt just beneath your breasts.

"W-what is-s this?" You looked down at your body and saw all the scars you put on yourself. Some were older ones while some were a bit fresher. There were all over the right side of your lower stomach and your thighs. "(Y/N)?!" He looked at you and you saw the tears in his eyes. He as in pain. Because of what you did.

"T-they're nothing, Toby."

"Clearly th-hey are something!" He wrapped his hands are your waist and held you. "W-why would y-you do this?" You could feel him crying on you.

"I'm not good enough for you." He burst out laughing.

"You're not good enough for me? I'm a fucking k-killer, (Y/N). If anyone isn't good enough, it's me. I don't deserve someone as great as you are. As skinny and beautiful as you." He planted a kiss on your lips. "Y-you're perfect for m-me." He bent down and kissed all of the scars across your body as tears escaped your eyes. "Please, I-I'm begging you, don't do t-this to yourself ag-gain."

Eyeless Jack:

Jack crept in through the front door, using the spare key you gave him, when a smell flooded over him. Having an oversensitive and very strong sense of smell- far stronger than that of a human's, he immediately recognized it as blood. Images of you dead flashed through his mind causing his knees to buckle and making him nearly fall. He raced up to the source of the smell- the master bedroom that you claimed as yours. Throwing the door open, Jack, a 'man' who killed regularly, saw a sight just as bad as seeing the love of his life dead.

On the bed sat a (Y/G)your gender ,who he loved far more than himself, with a pair of kitchen scissors in one hand pressing down on their upper thigh. Below you was a puddle of blood. There were already three semi-deep cuts on your body, two on your right leg and the last on your left. You were currently working on the fourth as your legs continued bleeding. Tears streaked down your face at a rapid rate as you looked up at EJ startled, he then noticed how puffy and red your eyes and nose were.

"(Y/N)," Jack whispered. Within moments, your back was placed against the bed lightly as Jack stole the bloody pair of scissors out of your hand and threw it across the wall, breaking a frame. "What... what have you done?" He sounded exasperated. You sat up against the bedframe.

"W-why are you here?" You stuttered, it was a bit hard for you to move your legs. They were going numb from the sudden loss of blood.

"Look at how much you're bleeding!" He cried out. He quickly took off his jacket, exposing his gray arms, and placed them over your cuts gently in an attempt to clean up the blood. The smell of your blood made him want to vomit. "Why did you do this?" His voice was shaking.

"I don't know.." You whispered.

"(Y/N), why are you hurting yourself?" He raised his voice, it still shaking as he talked.

"Because I deserve it, Jack." You yelled. You looked up to see black tears falling out of the sockets of his mask.

"Is that what you think?" You nodded your head. In a swift motion, Jack lifted his mask and kissed you. "That may be how you feel, (Y/N), but that is most certainly not what you deserve, far from it. In my eyes, I see the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. You're kind, caring, compassionate, and so many other things. You're the one person I don't want to lose- which also means I hate to see you do stuff like this to yourself, because I lov-, because I like you so, very much." He kissed your lips softly once more. "Let's go get you cleaned up," he added as he wiped away your tears. You sniffed and nodded slightly, making him smile sadly.

Dark Link:

You and Dark Link were out of the house today. He drove you to a city that was about a hour and a half away. Being a killer and all, he had a shitton of money. So, he was currently taking you shopping.

"What do you think about this one?" You asked coming out of the dressing room. You were currently wearing a knee-length, (F/C)FAVORITE COLOR dress.

"(Y/N).. You look stunning." He quickly pecked you on the lips. "I am going to the bathroom quickly, don't talk to strangers." He winked as you rolled your eyes and laughed. After he left you went to see how the dress fit on you at a nearby mirror. A couple minutes later, you felt someone pull you into their hips. Assuming it was D.L., you smiled and leaned back into him.

"We're in public-" You looked up at the mirror and your smile dropped. The man behind you was not your boyfriend.

"That's completely fine." You tried to squirm out of his grip to no avail. "A feisty one, eh?" The man pulled you into a dressing room and pinned you against the wall. "What shall I do with you?~ Why don't we get out of here?~" He gripped your chin tightly. In an instant, the man was on the floor in a puddle of his own blood and Dark was in front of the door. You smiled with tears welled up in your eyes.

"Dar-"

"Shut the fuck up." You felt a sharp pang in your chest.

"W-what?" You shook. Dark Link walked up to you and slammed his hand on the wall, making you jump, while he gripped your wrist tightly with his other.

"How could you do that, (Y/N)?" He practically yelled. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"

"No, that's not wh-"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" You nodded quickly at his harsh tone. "I don't need a fucking bitch like you to be my Queen." He let go of your wrist and turned around to walk out. Of all people, you didn't want him to leave you. You had developed strong feelings for him. Strong enough to be called love. How could he think you did such a vulgar thing? You hurriedly reached out to grab his wrist. However, as soon as your skin touched his, you were thrown into the wall with a stinging sensation on your left cheek. You tumbled to the ground and fell on your butt. You touched the cut on your face and looked at your finger only to see blood. Did he slap you? You suddenly became angry.

"Link." You quietly said. He made you bleed.

"I said do-"

"No. It's your fucking turn to listen. That guy. Right there. He was trying to rape me. I didn't cheat on you, asshole." You said just as harshly as he was talking to you moments before.

"Y-you didn't?"

"No. You know why I didn't, Link? Why don't you take a fucking guess?" He didn't respond. "It's because I love you."

"You do?" He quietly said.

"Yes. I did. But I don't think I would want to date a fucking assnugget who, not only thinks I did something as provocative as cheat on him, but also slap me so harshly I bleed. We're over." You walked away from him and out of the store. Once you reached a nearby pharmacist, you burst into tears outside. You broke up with him in the heat of the moment. Right now, you wanted to be with him more than anything.

Zalgo:

You were in your house reading an older novel that Zalgo had recommended to you when he came in through the front door. "Hey Zalgo." You smiled gleefully and bookmarked the page you were on. You got up and kissed him on the cheek. "I was just reading that book you said you liked."

"Were you? How is it, love?" He laughed a bit nervously.

"I think it's pretty interesting so far. Are you alright?" You asked curiously.

"Yes, yes... Actually, ​I would like to talk to you about something."

"Oh, is that so? Come take a seat." You pat the spot next to you and he hesitantly sat down. "What's on your mind?"

"I want you to move in with me." You were taken aback a bit. Why would he be so nervous to tell you this? "In the underworld." There it is.

"Oh." ​You laughed a bit to lighten the mood. "Uh, well Zalgo, all my friends and family live here. And I'm not quite sure I'd fit in down there."

"Of course, of course. We could still visit your friends and family. And my 'minions' and proxies aren't that bad."

"I don't know..." You protested.

"We've been together for about a year now, (Y/N), don't you think it's time?" You could hear the impatience growing in his voice.

"I'm just not sure, Zalgo. Just give me some time to think about it."

"Love, it's already been quite a while."

"Yes, I know, but this is a big decision. I don't just want to leave all my friends and family here!"

"I don't even like your family, all humans ever do is betray one another!" He began raising his voice at you.

"I don't know if you're aware, but I'm one of those 'humans'. Don't talk so lightly as that."

"All humans are stupid, (Y/N). They always pick fights over petty little things."

"Zalgo. Get out of my house." You said getting up.

"This again? Is this your go-to for everything? Just to kick me out of your house whenever shit doesn't go your way!" He paused for a moment and took in a deep breath. "I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no other choice." Before you could say anything else, you felt yourself falling with your vision going to black.

You felt yourself hit the floor quite roughly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zalgo getting up from his seat as the rest of your vision turned to black.