Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

New Character - Bloody Painter [Rewritten]

A/N: I don't know his character that much so if it's not accurate please forgive me. I hope you all will still enjoy it.

When You First Meet:

Helen Otis, that was a name of the man that had recently joined your late-night art classes over at the local college. Your first impression of him had been that he was both quiet and an easy target for those that still claimed the title as jocks. Those who only got a free ride to college on their sports scholarship and still hadn't shown any signs of growing up just yet. Just wanting to cling on to their titles from high school for a bit longer. One would think such people wouldn't bother with such classes as art, but you discovered quite quickly that a lot of them only joined because the women they were messing with begged them to.

You didn't have a reason to talk to him and nor did he have a reason to talk to you, so you both remained complete strangers to one another. It wasn't until students started disappearing and coming up either missing or dead did you really start to take notice of him. You weren't dumb, you've seen plenty of horror movies in your life. New students join, people pick on him and then said people go missing—could it be any more obvious? Soon late-night classes stopped ending at eight and would now wrap up between six-thirty or seven, the college fearing that more students would wind up dead if they stayed out too late.

You made your decision to keep your distance from Helen, not wanting to catch his attention or do anything to put you on his bad side. But, in the end, none of that matter when one gloomy evening you found yourself ramming straight into him in the college cafeteria after purchasing your food. You didn't mean it, it was an accident, you weren't looking where you were going. But, you could tell right away that he didn't see it that way as he laid on the floor, covered in food as the few students that were seated in the cafeteria burst out into laughter. You couldn't form a coherent sentence, babbling out apologies as the raven-haired man hateful glared at you before standing and storming out of the cafeteria.

You had the sinking feeling that you knew you'd be the next student to go missing. You couldn't help but mope around for the rest of the day, sluggishly dragging your feet across the ground as you made sure to avoid having any more run-ins with the raven-haired man. From time to time a shiver would rank up your spine whenever you'd feel his cold, blue eyes glare holes into the back of your skull during classes. The second you got home to your small apartment, you locked every possible entrance from the front door to the few windows you had. But, despite that safety measure, you were unable to calm your nerves as you found yourself curled up on the couch, uncomfortably shifting around as you tried to watch Tv.

You didn't know exactly what time you had fallen asleep, you just know that you were suddenly awoken by the sound of the front door creaking open. 'Didn't I lock the door?' you frowned, shifting around as you sat up before freezing as you caught sight of the man that now towered over you. Eyes moving up and down his body, looking from his messy black locks to the wrinkled blue dress shirt that had a smiley face pin attached to it and baggy dress pants that fell over his dress shoes. On his face, he wore a white mask that simply had two black eye holes and a messy, red smile drawn on it. A knot slowly formed in your throat as you took notice of the knife clutched in his hand and how the moonlight that trickled into your apartment reflected off its sharp surface.

"Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I swear!" you suddenly cried out when the raven-haired man started to stalk closer towards you and raise the knife. Throwing your hands up in front of you in and waving them wildly back and forth as you tightly shut your eyes. When nothing happened after a couple of seconds, you hesitantly peeked an eye open and saw that the man had stopped in his movements and was just simply looking down at your trembling body now as he lowered the knife. Soon he tilted his head as you slowly lowered your arms and stared back at him. "I'm really sorry for what I did, I promise" you whispered, watching as he seemed to be lost in thought for a few seconds before turning away and finally left you all alone.