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BEN Drowned / Benjamin Lawman:
Ah, Reddit. What a wonderful, fun-filled place. You said that sarcastically, particularly at the moment. A troll was practically haunting you.
Ben was incredibly bored, Trolling people gave him something to do. An action that used to lead to stalking and killing them, at least before he signed Slendy’s contract. Now he couldn’t just kill and stalk whoever he wanted, but he could troll and scare them.
Your dumbass didn’t see your computer’s camera turn on. Ben had fully expected you to be some creepy, basement-dwelling, 45 year old. But no, Ben was greeted with the lovely sight of a pretty figure scrolling in bed. From your desk, Ben was mesmerised. Your skin looked so soft, your hair well-kept, and your lips… Ben’s eyes drifted down to the plush appendages. They looked perfectly kissable.
Ben did the most impulsive thing he’d done in a while, and he was known for his impulsivity.
He went through your screen.
Clockwork / Natalie Ouellette:
The only thing your body registered was the burning in your lungs and the ground against your feet. It was dark as you ran through the dark suburb sidewalk. Just get home, your brain was screaming. Some creep wouldn’t take no for an answer and you were rapidly trying to avoid him.
Natalia had been taking a late night walk in the small town near the forest, totally not because she was craving gas station ramen or anything, when she heard the clomping of your boots against the pavement.
And… you crashed right into her.
Your frazzled look puzzled Natalie. Normally, she wouldn’t care for these sorts of things. But you were awfully cute. Like a lost puppy dog.
The man was coming up fast, and Natalie immediately caught on. She stepped in front of you, taking out one of her knives.
And quickly cut the man up, before she dragged you to safety with her back at the mansion.
Eyeless Jack / Jack Nichols:
You were a new creep, and due to this, you hadn’t met everyone yet. A mission went sideways, and you wound up in his infirmary.
His quiet patching you up left you rather nervous. Was he mad at you for fucking up the mission? Even though he wasn’t a part of it?
His mask was off, revealing his ashy grey skin and the tar pits he had for eyes. They bored into you.
“Extend your arm,” he said dryly. You did as he said, and you braced as a cold, wet swab went over your arm.
A needle poked into you, and you were out.
Hoodie / Brian Thomas:
Acting was still a guilty pleasure of Brian’s, and so he’d drive out to Pittsburgh every now and again for community acting classes between jobs. That’s where he saw you.
You were a member of the local community theatre and had been playing Audrey in the current production of Little Shop, and had come to teach the acting class that day.
You were so sweet, so understanding. The acting class was open to students in high school and adults, and yet you treated them all equally. He had seen you finishing with your prior class as he walked in, a group of elementary schoolers, and you seemed so gentle.
“Hey,” he introduced himself before the class started in full, while people were still arriving.
“Hi,” you smiled at him. He was quite attractive, you had to admit.
“Brian. Brian Thomas.” You exchanged names.
Jane the Killer / Jane Richardson:
(did not have much inspo for Jane’s soz)
Jane was visiting her family’s graves in sunny California when she saw you. You were laying flowers on someone else’s grave that was near her family’s. Tears soaked your face.
She walked over to you, the calla lilies that you were placing looked beautiful. You looked beautiful. Jane could only imagine how much prettier you would’ve been if it wasn’t sadness tainting your face. She placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”
Jeff the Killer / Jeffery ‘Jeff’ Woods:
(Despite how much I drag Jeff in this, I do adore him. Also if you catch the tlbm ref in this i will give you a cookie)
Gas station convenience stores. Truly magical places, aren’t they? You certainly thought so. Condoms, candy, and enough cigarettes to last someone’s (probably short) lifetime.
Jeff held a similar opinion, though he was mostly there for the cigs and snacks. Not a big candy guy, and he preferred to do it raw. An irresponsible guy, generally. So irresponsible, that he wasn’t spatially aware enough to notice he was about to walk right into you.
So walk right into you he did.
“Hey! Watch where you’re walking, asshole!”
Jeff scowled. Who was this chick (said gender neutrally) to talk to him like this? Don’t they know how common it was for people to go missing around here? But you… were awfully pretty. Jeff didn’t know if he could bring himself to kill such a pretty thing.
Masky / Timothy ‘Tim’ Wright:
(reader is still in high school for this scenario, but is 18. masky gives me age gap vibes ngl. maybe its the part of me that loves older men idk)
Your senior year class trip was to NYC. Shocking, right? On the way there, the buses were stopped at a truck/rest stop so everyone could refuel. It was there you saw him.
Tim was out on a mission with Hoodie and the truck. On their way back to the mansion, thank god. Tim couldn’t wait to get back and unwind. He had just stepped out of the truck to stretch his legs when he saw you laughing with your friends. One of the adults nearby was wearing a shirt that had the name of a school on it. He’d start looking there.
He had to have you.
Ticci Toby / Tobias Erin ‘Toby’ Rogers:
Toby could hear music coming from… somewhere. It was enchanting, the voice and the guitar.
You weren’t new to music, not by any means. But you hadn’t busked often before. Previously, you had a stable job and income. But now… you preferred not to think about what happened. In any case, now you were out on the streets with a tin for money.
Toby followed the sounds until they got pleasantly closer. And at the source was someone just as beautiful as the sounds.
He didn’t have much cash on him, but he dug through his jacket to find some spare change anyway.