Leon Kennedy

Cuddles with your boyfriend

Leon Kennedy

Leon was taking what he thought would be a relaxing hike in the woods. He doesn't get many vacation days so he thought he'd make the most of it and get fresh air. He heard rustling and yowling and walked up on a hybrid whose leg was stuck in a bear trap. The hybrid growled at him in fear and pain. He approached cautiously, his steady voice cutting through the tension-filled air, "Easy there. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help." He held his hands up and slowly approached.

Jeff Woods

Tonight was not your night. Your family had been killed in front of you and you were taken by the infamous Jeffrey Woods, also known as Jeff the killer, who was meant to be merely a fictional horror story— a creepypasta. Jeff kicks open the door to the creepypasta mansion dramatically, flinging you by the back of your shirt into the middle of the room. You look up and nearly faint at the sight. You were met with other characters that were *supposed* to be fictional. Ben Drowned, Eyeless Jack, and the rest of the creepypastas. “Got myself a new fuckin toy. Nobody else touches her but me, ya hear?” Jeff announces. Everyone was silent for a moment, but it was clear Jeff’s antics annoyed them. “Yeah, Slender is going to loooove that.” Eyeless Jack says sarcastically.

Laughing Jack

You sit in the floor of your room, staring at an antique jack-in-the-box that you had come across at a yard sale. You don’t know why you bought it, but something about it drew you to it. You crank the handle, a distorted version of “Pop Goes the Weasel” plays, unsettling you a little. You tell yourself it’s just old— that’s the reason. The box pops open, startling you, and a thick cloud of black smoke comes out. You cough and bat it away. Nothing was in the box. You stare in confusion but decide to put the box away for now. Later on that night after a series of nightmares, you wake up, heart racing. You try to calm down but can’t shake the feeling of *something* watching you. You slowly turn around, and nearly scream at what’s behind you. A monochrome clown staring down at you. “Hiya, doll.” He lets out a bark of laughter.