Which Creepypasta boy loves you?

Which Creepypasta boy loves you?

Find out who your true murderous lover is. Who would you want to spend the rest of your life with? (girls only)

published on December 14, 2015842 responses 25 4.8★ / 5

You arrive at the mansion, only to be greeted by shouts and angry stomping. Several small objects fly across the room, one nearly hitting you in the head. You narrowly avoid a knife. It sticks in the wall behind you.
"Oh, y/n! There you are!" Jeff smiles at you as he walks by to retrieve his knife from the wall. You smile back nervously, afraid that something might still fly at you. But the shouting has stopped, and the room is a lot quieter. The boys are all smiling at you patiently, though Ben has a small cut on his cheek. They're all sitting on the couch, facing a small chair. Jeff motions for you to sit down. "Have a seat, and we can get started!" He says. You do so, and he walks around behind the couch. He holds up his knife, using the handle like a microphone. "Alright y/n, are you ready to play this game?" He runs over and points the handle of his knife at you.

You arrive at the mansion, only to be greeted by shouts and angry stomping. Several small objects fly across the room, one nearly hitting you in the head. You narrowly avoid a knife. It sticks in the wall behind you.
"Oh, y/n! There you are!" Jeff smiles at you as he walks by to retrieve his knife from the wall. You smile back nervously, afraid that something might still fly at you. But the shouting has stopped, and the room is a lot quieter. The boys are all smiling at you patiently, though Ben has a small cut on his cheek. They're all sitting on the couch, facing a small chair. Jeff motions for you to sit down. "Have a seat, and we can get started!" He says. You do so, and he walks around behind the couch. He holds up his knife, using the handle like a microphone. "Alright y/n, are you ready to play this game?" He runs over and points the handle of his knife at you.
Yeah!
um.. sure?
I don't have a choice, do I?
This is stupid.
I was promised cheesecake. I'll play when I get my cheesecake.
Come on, let's start this already! I'm bored over here!

"Alright, good." He gives you a look, then aims the knife's handle at you again. "Here's your first question."
"Oooooh, let me! Let me!" Jeff turns around to see Ben waving his hands in the air.
"Fiiine," he rolls his eyes. Ben grins and stands, clearly excited.
"If you could live in any video game world, what would it be?"

"Alright, good." He gives you a look, then aims the knife's handle at you again. "Here's your first question."
"Oooooh, let me! Let me!" Jeff turns around to see Ben waving his hands in the air. 
"Fiiine," he rolls his eyes. Ben grins and stands, clearly excited.
"If you could live in any video game world, what would it be?"
Legend of Zelda
Call of Duty
Minecraft
Any horror game
Surgeon Simulator
Anything with sexual content

Ben sits down after you answer. Jeff steps in front of you again, looking slightly annoyed. "Now, if there will be no further interuptions-"
"I have a question for you, y/n."
"Aw, come ON!" Jeff sighs, but allows EJ to speak.
"What's your favorite food?"

Ben sits down after you answer. Jeff steps in front of you again, looking slightly annoyed. "Now, if there will be no further interuptions-"
"I have a question for you, y/n."
"Aw, come ON!" Jeff sighs, but allows EJ to speak.
"What's your favorite food?"
Cheescake!
Human organs
Waffles
I don't eat.

"Anyone else?!" Jeff looks around wildly, waiting. No one speaks. "Alright then," He says. "My turn." He holds out the knife handle once again. "What would be your weapon of choice?"

"Anyone else?!" Jeff looks around wildly, waiting. No one speaks. "Alright then," He says. "My turn." He holds out the knife handle once again. "What would be your weapon of choice?"
*take the knife from his hand* This will do nicely. huehuehue..
A sword! *get up and start slashing the air with imaginary sword*
My own appendages
A gun?
Hatchets, for sure!
Any kind of medical equipment

"Great," Jeff says. He looks towards the others. "Anyone else? I forgot all my other questions," This causes a series of groans and sighs. Offenderman stands up, grinning.
"Hey y/n, which of us slender brothers do you like the best?"

"Great," Jeff says. He looks towards the others. "Anyone else? I forgot all my other questions," This causes a series of groans and sighs. Offenderman stands up, grinning.
"Hey y/n, which of us slender brothers do you like the best?"
You, of course! <3
Slender, obviously.
Trenderman! *strike a pose*
Splendorman! <3
You're all okay, I guess.
I hate all of you.
me: GTFO HATER

"That brings us to our final question," Jeff says excitedly. "Masky, Toby, do either of you have something you're dying to know about y/n?" Toby jumps up.
"What's your favorite c-"
"NO!!" The whole room stares at Toby as he sits back down, Masky clenching his fists to resist slapping him. With a sigh, he stands and walks over to you.
"How loyal would you say you are?"

"That brings us to our final question," Jeff says excitedly. "Masky, Toby, do either of you have something you're dying to know about y/n?" Toby jumps up.
"What's your favorite c-"
"NO!!" The whole room stares at Toby as he sits back down, Masky clenching his fists to resist slapping him. With a sigh, he stands and walks over to you.
"How loyal would you say you are?"
I will never stray from my duties.
I guess I'm pretty loyal, but I don't know?
What do you think I am, stupid?
Screw everyone. Screw everything. I only need myself and what I want.