Hey everyone! Decided to do a creepypasta fanfic! :D

Hope it's alright...

This fic will contain these creepypastas: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, and Ben Drowned. (They will be the main creepypastas. There will be some others)

Also the main character will be...

*drumroll please*

you!

This is your point of view, you're the one in this situation!

:3 Have fun!

You were walking through the snow in a dense forest. You could barely feel the coat, scarf, and boots you had put on. It was as if you weren't wearing anything.

You looked next to you and craned your head to see the very tall man that was leading you through the forest. You could barely feel his hand through your mittens.

At first you didn't know what to think of him. He was taller than anybody you've ever seen. He had no face. How did he eat? Could he see? Hear? Talk?

You felt as though you could trust him, though, so you decided to follow him anyway.

"It's cold out here." you breathed, your breath flowing from your mouth into the chilly air. He turned his head to look at you. You stared back. He was the first to look away.

Then you heard sirens wailing in the distance. Both of you turned to look behind you. You knew you had left in the middle of the night, and Mommy always checked on you around then. She must've called the police to come find you.

But the man tensed, as if trouble was coming, and stopped. You stopped as well, wondering what was going on.

"Masky! Hoodie!" you heard the man call. His voice perfectly suited him. You noticed two shapes heading towards both of you from the front. You watched as they soon became clear under the moonlight.

What was most definable about them is that one wore a white mask and the other wore a hoodie up so you couldn't see his face. The one with the white mask had messy brown hair, and you couldn't really tell what hair the guy in the hood had-it was too dark to see clearly.

"What's going on, boss?" the one in the mask asked.

"Hunters. And they're gaining speed." the 'boss' explained. You noticed that both the masked and hooded one cringed. What were Hunters? Were they bad?

"Take the child. I will distract them." the tall man ordered. The masked one nodded and the one in the hoodie quickly walked over to you. He threw you over his shoulder and they both ran, leaving the tall man behind. You reached out your hand to the tall man. You didn't want to leave him.

But you were too tired to squirm, so you watched as you got farther and farther away from him. At one point you saw he turned and long black tentacles came spiraling out of his back. You rubbed your eyes and looked again, but he was gone.

You thought your carrier was Hoodie and Masky was the one with the white mask, because it suited what they were wearing. You decided to call them that, regardless if you were right or wrong.

"I-i'm cold." you shivered. Hoodie didn't respond; he just kept running. Since you couldn't see Masky, you thought he was in front of you.

The trees passed by you in a blur, and you wondered if it was because they were running really fast or if it was because your head was spinning. Maybe it was both.

Black shapes began chasing you three. Were they the hunters? Had they gotten past tall man somehow?

"Well, shit." you heard Masky say. Hoodie quickened his pace, his grip on you tightening. The shapes were getting closer and closer. They were running pretty fast.

"Eyeless Jack!" Masky yelled. You blinked. Eyeless Jack? That wasn't a nice name. Hoodie stopped and you heard someone thud to the ground. Then suddenly you were picked up from his shoulder and was being held like those brides you saw on TV. Were you getting married? You were too young for that! You were only six!

You looked up and saw your new carrier. He was wearing a blue mask with black goop coming out of the eyes. You reached up your hand and poked some of the sticky goop. You heard Masky snicker.

"Try to outrun the Hunters, EJ. We'll hold them off." Masky said as Eyeless Jack jerked his head away from your hand. He nodded and turned away from them and raced off. You peeked over Jack's shoulder and saw Hoodie and Masky racing toward the black figures.

You looked up to Jack again. This time he met your gaze. Unlike with the tall man, you were the first to look away. Was he alright? Was Masky and Hoodie alright, too?

A bloodcurdling scream answered your thought.

"M-Masky!" you heard a different voice yell back where Masky and Hoodie were. Jack winced and you looked up at him in confusion.

"Damn it! Damn those Hunters." Jack whispered, you could barely hear him. Just like Hoodie did when the black shapes got close, Jack sped up too.

"A-are we in danger?" your voice cracked. When you opened your mouth the cold air snaked it's way down into your throat and chilled your lungs. Jack shushed you.

"I'm tired." you complained. Jack didn't answer you, so you stayed silent. The shivers from the cold in your body worsened. Jack either didn't notice or pretended not to.

You could barely summon enough strength to crane your neck to see behind Jack, but somehow you managed. The black figures were done playing with Masky and Hoodie and were chasing you two, gaining speed once more.

Jack suddenly stopped. You turned to look in front of you. There was a guy standing there with black hair and a pale face. His eyelids seemed to be missing and his lips were forever in a smile. You whimpered. He looked scary...

"Thought you could use some help." the scary man said. Jack sighed and reluctantly handed me over to him. The man positioned me so I was on piggyback.

"Jeff, be careful with her." Jack cautioned. Jeff scoffed and raced off. You turned to see Jack turning to face the Hunters. You silently wished him luck and turned back around.

You began to get colder and colder; tireder and tireder. You felt your hands slip from their grip on Jeff's collar. Jeff silently pressed his left hand against your back, keeping you from falling. Your eyelids lowered.

Then you saw something glint in the corner of your eye. Looking over, you saw Jeff was holding a knife in his right hand! That was a big no-no. Mommy always told you knives were dangerous.

You were afraid he was going to be mean if you told him, though, so you stayed silent. You listened instead to Jeff's quiet breaths; the crunching of his shoes on the freshly laid out snow. Sighing, you turned to look behind.

The black shapes were back again. They seemed to be done playing with Jack, and were now interested in playing with Jeff.

"Th-they're coming." you warned. You thought it was better if Jeff had a heads up that the Hunters were coming. Everyone seemed awfully scared of them. Jeff spit and like all the others, quickened his pace.

"Ben, you little fucker, come here!" Jeff called a few minutes later. You blinked as a boy dressed up from a character from a game your older brother had played stepped out of the shadows. Was it... Link? Yes, you were positive the character's name was Link.

Ben had one big difference to Link, though. He had scary red eyes. You buried your head in Jeff's shoulder. You didn't want Ben to carry you.

But Jeff set you down onto your feet and pushed you over to Ben.

"Hunters. Take the girl and get back to Slender's mansion." Jeff told Ben. You blinked as Ben took your hand and ran. You stumbled to keep up, surprised that he wasn't carrying you like the rest did. Looking behind, you saw Jeff holding out his knife and turning to the black figures.

You knew Ben was practically dragging you along, so you tried your best to keep up. The cold intensified and seemed to take root in your body, chilling you to the bone. Panting, you tried to keep your eyes open.

Suddenly you were on the ground. You vaguely remember tripping on a small but hard snowbank. You half closed your eyes, fighting to stay awake.

"No, no, no." Ben whispered as he lifted your arm and tried to lift you up. Every muscle in your body was frozen; it was hard to breathe. Ben dragged you over to a tree and felt your face.

"Hypothermia." he muttered. You slightly cocked your head. You had no idea what that was. From Ben's expression, you knew it must be bad. He mumbled something under his breath and stood up. He looked back in the direction he came from, then back at you. When he looked back again, he froze.

The Hunters were coming.

"Um, what do I do?" Ben asked in despair. He looked everywhere, then finally at you. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, everyone." he said. Then he turned and raced away. You didn't really care, though. You were too tired and cold. Your eyelids lowered, and this time you didn't try to stop them.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was the black shapes looming before you.

So... did ya like? Should I continue?

I honestly really liked making this! :3

Hope you enjoyed! (please review, it'll let me know if I should continue this or not!)