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One Year Later  - 5\8\XVIII: [Papyrus' POV] I cannot believe it has been a year since I had proposed to my lovely (Y\N) on the side of Mt. Ebott. Time has been flying by and we have shared such fun times that I hope I can remember for the rest of my life. She is such a beautiful person, on the inside and out. She is my light in the darkness, my healer, my true love, my best friend... And most importantly, my soon to be wife. Our wedding is set to be in an hour, oh how I long to see her smiling face. I haven't seen her since last night after our rehearsal dinner, she said it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wed

Ominous sounds filled the room and a bright light filled the surrounding area as Papyrus wrapped his arms around you tighter. Asgore's low growl could be heard and his footsteps shook the castle as he walked towards the barrier. A loud whooshing sound echoed around the room and strange sounds bounced across the walls as you cowered into your boyfriend's chest. Your breathing was heavy and you clenched your eyes shut as you hoped for the best. Suddenly, everything was quiet. Completely and utterly quiet, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. *The barrier has been broken. "He did it! the barrier has been shattered!" Toriel exclaim

You swallowed a lump in your throat and looked straight at the tiny pinpricks in Gaster's eye sockets. "What would they do if they regained control?" You asked him with a hint of nervousness in your voice. "They'd take over your body and use your own hands to kill everyone down here." He responded. "Will they kill me to do that?" You asked him. "No, they will most likely push your consciousness to the side so you can see the murders of the ones you love." He spoke as he folded his hands together neatly. "What are the chances of them taking my body over?" You asked him worriedly. "It is about a thirty percent chance." Gaster replied. His

        Mornings. They can be good or bad. Sometimes you wake up totally wide-eyed and ready for the day, not feeling an ounce of sleepiness. Others, your eyes refuse to open and you just know that you’ll be tired all day long. This particular morning started off like one of the latter types.        When I woke up from another night of dreamless sleep, I found myself sitting hunched over with my head buried in my arms, my eyes crusted shut. I didn’t bother trying to open them yet, knowing from experience that the sand in my eyes would try to attack my eyeballs. Waiting a few minutes to wake up a little more, eventually I lifted

((A/N: Before beginning, I want to remind everyone that this story uses a slightly altered version of Marble Hornets. It's identical up until Entry 80. This is done to avoid spoiling readers on the ending of the series, as well as make certain events in the story more feasible. For more information, click here to see a journal entry on the subject. Thanks! Enjoy~)) ____        Marble Hornets, Entry 80—Transcript [0:00] Video opens with Tim lowering his hand and backing away from camera, having obviously just turned it on. Based on the bed visible in the background he appears to be in a hotel room of some sort, tho

        I tapped the pencil on the table as I stared at the blank sheet of paper, slouched over deep in thought. After spending most of the night thinking over my next move, I’d returned to the library the next morning with a new plan. Random searches didn’t seem like they would be too effective given the limited time I had to use the computers, so instead I decided to take a more direct approach and ask about it.        Hundreds of millions of people populate the internet. Surely someone knew something about this thing. The problem was just how to get their attention. My plan was simple: I’d post my story on Reddit and ho

“come on (F/N)! you can help us decide how big a threat they are!” Vince said, his voice dripping with a sadistic enthusiasm “uh…ok I guess. It is my job after all. right?” you replied, trying to come off as being as on his side as possible ‘don’t want him getting suspicious after all’ you thought “right! Let’s go” Vince led you out of the restricted section, past most of the cells you’ve already visited, and to a door you don’t recall seeing on your way in. a struggle could be heard from inside, urging you to hurry. You didn’t even wait for Vince to open

You slowly get to your feet, finally feeling strong enough to get up. Your eyes have finally adjust to the light and to bland colors. Everything looks like a black and white photo, nothing seems to show any color other than various shades of grey colors. You figure it’s a side effect or being in the dark for so long. You check your surroundings, looking for any sign of Him. You confirm the coast is clear, and make your way in the direction where Slender's mansion is. You walk slowly forward, wishing you had the strength to run for it. You still feel a bit dizzy from being stuck in the dark, your limbs feel like noodles. You climb the

A/N: Okay, here's the thing. I wrote this story a while ago, when I was just getting into Creepypasta. Looking back now, I realize a lot of the characters are way OOC, and that Trendy likes guys (mainly). For the sake of the story, just assume he's bi, okay? I don't feel like editing the whole series, so you have my apologies. You glare at Micheal, not believing your ears. How could he stoop to something so low? Choosing not to retaliate, you stomp off to your room, making sure to slam the door. You can hear him snicker. You pace agitatedly for a moment before flopping down carelessly on your bed, willing the tears away. Sure, you and Steph