What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?Before I start, I guess this is classified as PruCan, and its more like a mini-ficMore Like This
After an eventful day of stomach-dropping carnival rides, Prussia and Canada decided that they would head back to Matthew's and hang out.
After the had gotten home Gilbert suggested that they pick a movie from the brother's extensive collection. (a good percentage of them were Alfred's superHERO, spy, and action movies) Gilbert decided to use the random selection way of picking a movie and luckily enough landed on the Hunger Games. As he stood up and began making his way to the Tv (fighting his way through Alfred's piles of dirty socks that he was always too busy being a hero to worry about picking up, much to Matthew's displeasure) Matthew announced that he was going to get some Klondike bars. He always had them on hand since they were his favorite. As he turned his back and began heading for the kitchen a devilish grin appeared on Gilbert's face.
The Prussian got up and sat down on the couch, aw
Death The KidxReader || Perfect in your own wayMore Like This
The reaper lifted his head at the sound of you in the changing stall in front of him. Currently, the two of you were out shopping and you were trying on clothes. You had been for about ten minutes. When you had entered the stall you had several armfuls of clothes, which had all been rejected and sent back to the hangers. Kid was almost annoyed. Almost. Thankfully, one of his strong suits was patience. He stood up and leaned on the stall door, crossing his arms.
“_____?” he asked, “What’s wrong?”
You whined a bit, “Nothing looks good on me because I’m fat and disgusting.”
Kid blinked a few times. Why were you saying this? He always thought you were beautiful. Fairly symmetrical as well. But in your own way. So why were you saying such things? Kid wrapped his hand around the handle of the stall and pulled. To his dismay it was locked.
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 2More Like This
You were jolted awake by a slap to the only area on your body the guy carrying you seemed to see since he had picked you up all the way back at the rode where the trip had begun, your ass.
“I though we already had this talk!” You huffed, nimbly snaking your arms out of your ropes and rubbing your eyes, you were surprised to find you had fallen asleep, but that was what came with your traveling partner being as interesting as a floor tile.
“We're here,” you heard him hum before he placed you down on what you quickly figured out was a couch. You were surprised this guy had a couch let alone a roof over his head, but at least you would have a place to sleep, even if it was with a guy who would most likely kill you in the end.
“And 'hey wake up we're here' wouldn't have sufficed?” You grumbled, trying to wobble to your feet only to be forcefully shoved back down.
“Hey, your finally catching on. Now stay her
Not Even Human || Jeff The Killer x Reader - Ch.1More Like This
The lovely day where killers, ghouls, witches, & demons are welcomed.
“(Name) are you going to go trick or treating with your friends?” your dad asked as he read his book.
Trick or treating use to be the best thing ever when you were a little kid, but now since your sixteen, it was now a little kid’s thing.
“No dad, I’m going to Universal with Calem & Hilda” you said. Geez when will your dad ever understand that you’re not a little kid anymore?
“Alright sweetie just please be careful, I don’t want anything to happen to my lovely daughter”.
You were the only child in the family and it sucked not having a little sister or brother roaming around the house, especially to annoy the shit out of you in several occasions. Life is cruel sometimes, but hey what are you going to do?
“Alright dad I’m leaving! I’ll call you when I’m on my way home” you said.
Your dad nodded and went back to reading
Little Things - Jeff X Reader - Part 1More Like This
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat under the big tree. Head buried in your lap as you tried to deal with the pain. Your hands scrapped, and irritated while one of your knees slowly ooze blood. The substance rolling down your leg to your socks turning the previously white fabric red, and in some areas pink. You had never felt such a pain before, and you had no clue when it would stop. All you knew was that when you tried to rub the red away there was almost a dirty sting to it, and eventually you stopped trying when you weren't getting any closer to your initial goal of making it stop. You had never felt this way before. The second you usually even so much as sniffled your mom was at your side tending to you. So going threw it on your own was bizarre, and maybe even more painful then it originally had been.
You figured now that that was what was best about being a child. Everything you needed was tend
Dont go: Chapter 9Contains language!More Like This
You woke up with a huge headache and a sore scalp. You were lying on some sort of bed, not something you’d like to sleep on.
You opened your eyes and saw a pale face looming over yours, making you gasp and sit up. You edged away from it, but then relaxed when you figured out it was Jeff.
“Calm down, you’re okay.” He growled. “Where in someone’s cabin, but don’t freak out. He’s dead. What the fuck where you thinking, talking to them? They’re dangerous!”
“I didn’t know what to do!” You spat, standing up. “If I stayed in that bloody closet they would of found and shot me. I know how to take care of myself.”
That seemed to snap something in him, and he threw you against a wall. The impact sent sharp pains in your spine and you groaned, glaring at him and gritting your teeth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You walked towards him, pissed off.
Jeff The killer x Reader (Prize)The chains recoiled around your body, rusting. This damn anchor.. is had been holding you down for years. The waves of the sea swooshed above you, and you blankly stared up at the cloudy sky. How long had you been underwater, wrapped up in an anchor? You had lost count. All you knew is that you were put down here for a reason; they had wanted you to die. Aha! How did they not know that creepy pastas cannot die if they were not creepy pastas themselves? Morons.More Like This
The day was boring. Well, most days were, but this one was just flat out plain. There were no fish swimming up to entertain you. There were no scuba divers you could scare away. There were no beachers and moronic teenagers looking for fun. It was just the cloudy day and a cranky sea. The after effect of the waves jostled you around underwater, making the chains dig into your skin painfully. Oh, Poseidon, for heaven's mercy please stop making the waves so rough! , you thought bitterly.
Then, a painf
Insane (Jeff The Killer ~ Reader)Walls. Gowns. Syringes. Face masks. Lights. Gloves. Doctors.More Like This
The white walls they describe as innocent don't seem so pure anymore. Well, the ones in the back hall, at least. I cringed, remembering the metallic smell and the crimson stained walls. Why was I here again? I've been trapped in this hell hole since what? Age 12? I don't know. But it sucks. I'm the only subject, the only one in this big, scary place.
I've been alone for five years. Five. My foster parents said they saw an ' insane glint in my eyes' and gave me up to these fucks. They always say I'm not alone, because "Doctors are my friends". No, I want someone who I can talk to without falling into deep conversation about the human brain. Just then, the door opened. I could hear shuffling coming closer and closer to me.
"Hello, Subject B-23" The main doctor, Doctor Paolo, greeted. I scrowled. They seem to forget my name.
"My name is _______. ________. Stop calling me 'Subject'!" I
Jeff The Killer Old SpiceHello, victims, look at your killer, now back to me, now back at your killer, now back to me.More Like This
Sadly, he isn't me, but if he actually took a bath and used meat scented body wash, he could smell like he's me.
Look down, back up, where are you? You're in a house with the killer your killer could smell like.
What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's a knife with blood on it that you are scared of.
Look again, the knife is now an axe. Anything is possible when your killer smells like meat and not lady.
I'm on a Slenderman.
Game Over - Cheater!LevixReaderMore Like This
Every sign you saw was the sign of disaster. The room was empty and serene; nothing seemed more lonely…so lonely. Pillows were scattered, drinks and snacks covered the tables, wires stuck out. The TV sat in a black hole, perpetually sucking you into the darkness of his mind. Anyone could have been there; this could have been anyone's scene--you knew better though.
All of this was a dreaded sign of a scam, a lie…you knew who it was.
You were sure to recall the fault in your night and the way it took place.
The night was still young, and the stars hung in a cold world. A heated battle commenced, an exchange of cruel words still hanging in the heavens. Never before had Levi screamed such obscenities to you, causing you to cry and scream back. The heat was tossed back and forth, constantly accusing each other of doing the wrong things at the wrong time. Each word he used was a spike to your heart, keeping you from achieving the greatest of dreams. At the sign of rage, you and h