Apathetic-Wounded

Apathetic-Wounded

You shook your head, disbelief flooding through you. "No." You denied. He nodded. "Yes." He retorted. He shoved past you again, leaning down once he reached you. "It's nice to see you up close, (y/n)." He muttered, exiting.

With a surge of confidence, or sheer stupidity, - likely the latter -, you grabbed his wrist. He turned around. "What do you want?" You snapped.

He laughed, but it was horrifyingly gravely and deep, and you didn't know what to make of it. With a strong grip on his wrist, him staring you down, and your face like a deer in headlights, he laughed.

Moving his hand to his pocket, he pulled something out. It was shimmery and sleek grey; there was a click sound, and the safety was off his gun. He did it skilfully, one handed. He tapped the cold barrel against the underneath of your chin.

You let go before he could say anything, though, you doubted he would've. "You're welcome. " he said. You held your breath, stepping back into your room as he left, somewhere out of sight.

There was no sound. Not the opening of closing of a door, not the jingle of keys. But after a moment, there was one: the sound of the kettle going off. You slowly entered the kitchen, skin crawling and heart thumping so violently against your ribs.

There was a mug, a foot away from the cabinet with the rest of the mugs. The sugar rested next to it. The spoon was on the sugars lid. And there was a teabag already in the cup.

The kettle continued to screech until you placed it on the other burner. Sitting against the counter top, you recalled the notes and the strangely sweet things.

Once again, there was a note. This time, it read,"Sorry for the scare!" In big, black ink. You sighed, thinking of what he could want. If he wanted money, then he was in the wrong place.

But he'd have to know that. He knew how you liked your coffee. What else could he truly want? Your mind flickered, and you needed to check on your mother. Dashing to her room, you quietly opened the door, only to find her awake, playing on her phone.

"Did you hear anything?" You asked, attempting to hide the absolute fear and panic that was sure to be lacing your voice. She shook her head, gaze returning to the screen of her phone.

You bolted out of her room, gently shutting the door, of course, and searched the rest of the house. After countless times of checking the rooms, you returned to yours, but not after making sure everything was locked.

After plopping on the bed, you shut your eyes, praying to wake up and have it all be a dream. But it wasn't, and you couldn't wake up from real life. Your phone buzzed lightly on the foot of your bed, and you picked it up, glancing at the screen.

It was a new message, but from a string of random numbers. This person wasn't in your contacts. You unlocked your phone, checking to see what it says. "Call the cops; I dare you!" It read.

Your heart sunk in your chest, a thundering headache splintering through your head. tears pricked at your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and falling onto the floor. "Fuck," you muttered. As you buried your face in the pillow, a scream shot out of your burning throat, being muffled by the soft fabric. "I can't do this," you thought.

Your mind scrambled, thoughts rushing back again and again to what they could want. But finally, it came back to the one possibility. You. They could want you. 

Creeps favorite drinks

Jeff- Just drinks a shit ton of energy drinks and soda. Like, he drinks at least three monsters a week but still has okay teeth. Well, as 'okay' as they can be while you're a homicidal young adult. (aesthetic warning) His favorite flavors are the original, aussie lemonade, pipeline punch, and orange dreamsicle

E.J-Water. He can only drink water because it's one of the very few things that still taste good to him. Most things that he used to eat and drink aren't the same (they have a bad taste now) and he can eat them but won't.

Liu-Tea, probably. Tea with sugar, lots of sugar, but no milk. He says it tastes the same with or without milk.

Helen/Bloody Painter-Water and tea. Coffee every once in a while, but that's only a palate cleanser for when he's getting burnt out, and he won't finish it. His water has to be freezing and his tea scorching. (same bro)

Jane-Secretly likes Alani energy drinks but feels like it's something she has in common with Jeff, so she hides her guilty pleasure. Only drinks water.

L.J-Apple juice, the 'Little Hug' fruit barrel drinks, blood of children, chocolate milk, lemonade, etc. Just really childish, innocent drinks that a young kid would drink.

Brian/Hoodie-Black coffee and milk. He's weird, okay? Is it really that bad to drink milk by itself? Exactly. He might also drink some protein shakes if he's feeling exotic.

Tim/Masky-Once again, black coffee and black tea. HE'S WEIRD. He's just a funky little dude, okay? A funky little dude with homicidal tendencies that could kill you and would without a second thought, okay? Alright. Has one of those coffee pots that you can set the timer for, so it makes it at a special time for him.

BEN-Technically, doesn't need to drink anything, but he drinks energy drinks and protein shakes because he likes how they taste. Also, drinks so many energy drinks that they don't give him energy anymore, and he says he 'drinks them for the flavor'. lmao same

Toby-Chocolate milk. He loves chocolate milk because it makes him feel more innocent like he never had a fucked childhood. It just hits DiFfErEnT,

Main four + Travis first time NSFW

Sal

•Nervous as hell •Constantly asking if he's doing it right •Keeps asking if you're okay •Is really gentle •Asks if it's good •Once he figures it out, he goes all in •Praising •"You're doing so good" •"You're so beautiful" •"I love you" •"Keep going" •"You feel so good" •Keeps eye contact with kisses and hickeys •Is pretty quiet on top but has to hold a pillow over his face as bottom •Pervert •Won't let you leave without a kiss goodbye

Larry

•Knows what he's doing despite being a virgin •Makes you finish but *overstim* •Eye contact •Makes sure he doesn't hurt you •Gentle or rough depending on how you like it •Praising you- •"You feel so good"- •"You're taking me so well"- •"You look so beautiful right now" •Doesn't talk dirty, he talks nasty •Super loud •Is a switch •Aftercare is a must •Won't let you leave w/o aftercare

Ashley

•Has toys but doesn't want to use them the first time •Eats you out/sucks you off first •Knows what she's doing, for the ladies •Makes it sensual and romantic •Kissing w/ tongue •Lets you be bottom first •Is a switch but mainly top •Lingerie •Cuddles after

Todd

•Makes it sweet •Constant reassurance •Gentle •Tries to be top but isn't very good •Lets you dom him once you're comfortable •Goes apeshit for degrading •Pull his hair •Move your hands all around his body/massage •Is okay with rough or gentle •After care <3

Travis •Is the bottom •Likes rough or gentle •Is really into praise •Loves dirty talk •Aftercare for this poor boy <3 •Likes his hair pulled, not too hard •Will cover his face •Loud asf •Nervous •Needs reassurance •Needs to be held afterwards

Creeps with animals

Feat: Eyeless Jack, 'Ticci' Toby, Jeff t.K, Hoodie/Brian, Masky/Tim, Laughing Jack, BEN Drowned, and Helen Otis/Bloody Painter.

BEN: Prefers lizards and insects but isn't opposed to loving bunnies and cats. Definitely researches different bugs and has a whole little notebook about them. Takes scary care of his pets and will go feral if you mess with them without his permission. Will talk your ear off about it if you let him shamelessly. Specifically likes to stick bugs the most. He collects small bugs he finds around the mansion and keeps them in jars. Names the bugs. Pet rabbit. Has jars of fireflies but lets them go after like two or three nights.

"Ben, what the hell is this?" you asked, grabbing the small buzzing jar. He hummed slightly, turning around, yet his eyes didn't leave his game until he was facing you completely. "Don't touch that!" he cried, snatching the glass from your grasp. "Okay, but what is it?" you repeated, crossing your arms over your chest with a chuckle. "His name is Greggley," he answered, placing the jar back on its high shelf. "I'm sorry, his name is fucking what?"

Eyeless Jack: Cat guy. Need I say more? has like eight fucking cats he found. Is way overprotective of them. Names them shit that will correlate to how he acquired them. Like, if he found them chasing a bird, their name would be some shit like "Birdie" or "Hunter" because it's cute. They claw at him like a scratching post, and you cannot convince me otherwise. He no longer wears shorts because of them. Gives them toys but is fully aware they will not be used. Can fit two in each hand. "You're not allergic to fur, are you?" Jack inquired. You shook your head quietly, a no. "Good,' he muttered. Opening the door, multiple cats rushed to him, rubbing against his legs and letting out loud meows. "Hello, princess!" he cooed, picking up a chubby calico. He rested the cat over his shoulder, beginning to pet its back. "Such a good kitty, aren't you?" he purred (get it? lmao) The kitten meowed in response, leaning into him more. "The cannibal demon man has cats..."

Jeff: He doesn't like small animals. Likes 'cool' animals, as he would say. Falcons, hawks, sharks, etc. Has a secret soft spot for sea otters. Would never admit it, though. Has had many fish in the past. None have survived for too long. His current fish is named "Bubbles" but he will not say its name. Only in his head. Aggressively nice to animals. Not allowed to have animals smaller than a cat. He will lose it. Cuddles with his animals. Feeds a stray dog. Smile dog. "Cute ass fish," he muttered, back cracking loudly as he stood upright from his crouched position. "Did you say something?" you inquired. "No, and even if I did, what's it matter to you?" he snapped. "Sorry," you ruefully replied, rolling your eyes. Sprinkling the food in the bowl, he squinted, as much as he can, at least, and said something else under his breath. Little did you know, he was calling his fish by its name.

Toby: Feeds every stray. Every single one. Cat, dog, rat. Doesn't matter to him. He has several rats and lets them crawl all over him. One is named "Gerard" and the other is named "Frank" because we stan My Chemical Romance <3333 Brings them places in his pocket around the mansion and in town. Never on missions. Kisses them on the head. They are chubby little rats, and he will not take criticism of them. They are his babies. "Toby, what the fuck is in your pocket?" Tim questioned, watching as the area wiggled around oddly. Toby moved his hand up, pulling out a black and white rodent. "Really? You brought the fucking rat to breakfast?" Brian joked. Toby shook his head, a no. "The fuck do you mean 'no'?" Tim angrily asked. Swallowing his food, a shit-eating grin plastered his face. Once again, he moved his hand up, pulling out another rat. "No, I brought them both."

Helen: Like four cats. They are not allowed in his studio. Many scars from them. They hide under his bed and get his legs when he walks by. Has run into many walls trying to avoid this. Does not trust them. Buys them that expensive ass kitty food and tuna. Cat treats. His cats know tricks for sure. They are mean. He jumps onto his bed from a distance away because of the fear of monsters under his bed (the cats) Names them after famous artists/poets. They give him even more mental instability. "Oh my fucking-" he cried, stopping mid-sentence to exhale loudly. The small black cat ravaged his ankles, kicking and thrashing to assert dominance. Bending over, he lifted the kitty from his limb, tossing it on the bed to continue his phone call. "Yeah, sorry. Mr. Sparkle Palooza bit me again," (I'm so sorry for the name)

Hoodie/Brian: He likes big dogs. Like German Shepherds, Golden retrievers, and any type of hound. Dogs go on as many walks as he can provide. Many, many treats. They are spoiled. He gives them scraps excessively. They sleep on his bed, despite having their own. Very well trained. "Sick em'" is his favorite surprise. Vicious ass dogs fr. Clips their nails regularly. Hates when he gets called a 'dog dad' or when his dogs are called 'fur babies' because it weirds him out. "Oh, godamnit. Can you fucking stop, you crazy asshole?" he muttered, attempting to hold the dog in place as the clippers came in contact with the animals' nails. You watched, amused, across the room as he swore to himself. "Need some help?" you joked. "No, (y/n), I do not need help."

Masky: No animals. Unless it's like a single cat, he's not down. However, does enjoy deer and other forest animals. Has been horseback riding. Enjoyed it thoroughly. No animals unless approved by him.

Laughing Jack: Endless animals. Cats, dogs, rats, mice, deer, birds. All of them but snakes. He hates snakes. But is super affectionate toward any other animal. "Jack, look what I found!" you cheered, holding up a small kitten. With wide eyes and a grinning face, he gently took it from your hand, cradling it as if it were as fragile as glass. "It's ours now."

(NOT PROOFREAD; I AM AWARE IT IS BAD)

Main 4 + Travis porn pref

Sal • Likes dirty talk •Bondage •Listens to degrading but can't take it himself •Is really into boys being dommed

Larry •Has seen everything whether it was a joke or not •Likes the audio-heavy vids •Nasty talk •Likes compilations Ash •Girls domming boys •W/ toys •Overstimulates herself •Likes the solo stuff

Todd •Tried watching straight porn but it didn't work •POV stuff •Facial POV •Mainly gay stuff •Isn't really into porn •Only watches when Neil can't help

Travis •Started with vanilla stuff •Started with girl on girl and straight porn •Stopped getting off to that so he branched out •Watches the most stomach wrenching, kinky, unbelievable shit •Questions if he's going to heaven

Bloody Painter/Helen Otis NSFW hc's

Groaning and loud ass breathing Any position Sensual Will take his time Loves stuffing you full with cum Isn't into giving oral Isn't into recieving, either He likes things slow and calm If you do give him head, then it's foreplay And only foreplay But he does like the look you give him while he's face fucking you, though Can be rough Prefers to be gentle Finds sex to be an art Art takes time He will try and has tried everything with you Not much of a sex drive without you Doesn't like to solo masterbate Somnophilia Might beg Has big puppy eyes when he wants to try something Owns handcuffs They are black and soft Says things like "Your body is so beautiful, " or "Let me fucking fill you up," bc he just slays like that Orgasm. Control Whether it's overstim or edging, he has control Unless you're domming Will cry is you edge him too much Almost no hair Does have a serial killer fucking happy trail It's his hair color