My Love Life (Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios)

Singing/Playing an Instrument in the woods

Jeff The Killer:

(Painted Smile)

"I can't even remember how it started.
A nagging voice.
My normal then departed from me.
Primal urges spiriting my senses away,
Foggy glimpses of the boy I used to be.
Preyed upon by the lowest of society,
They're parasitic,
Demanding your conformity.
Pushing limits,
Things are gonna get real ugly.
Ripping through the last shreds of my humanity.

I'm not but a shadow of what I was,
And I'm Hellbent and headed for you.

Surely you've realized that there's no way out of this alive;
Close your eyes,
'Cause it's time for you to:
Go To Sleep.

Climbing through your window pane,
I'm creeping closer,
Can you hear me?
Go on, mock me, say I'm insane;
But it's you who's caught in my game.
Cat and mouse,
A lovely circle.
Watch your tongue,
Those words are hurtful.
Hush now, won't you stay a while?
Join me with a painted smile.~" You sang in the woods, leaning back on a tree with the headphones in your ears.

Unexpectedly, a pale white hand took one headphone out and gave you a smile.

"That was good." Jeff complemented sitting next to you.

"Which part?" You asked resting your head on his shoulder.

"All of it. Especially the part with my quote in it."

Eyeless Jack:

Narcissistic Cannibal

"Don't wanna be sly and defile you
Desecrate my mind and rely on you
I just wanna break this crown
But it's hard when I'm so run down

And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead

Sometimes, I hate, the life, I made
Everything's wrong every time
Pushing on I can't escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Holding on I'm lost in a haze
Fighting life to the end of my days

Don't wanna be rude but I have to
Nothing's good about the hell you put me through
I just need to look around
See that life that has come unbound

And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead.~" You sang happily. Jack was with you watching you sing. Then an idea came to him.

"Play the violin." He said pointing to the open case.

Without hesitation, you reached to grab it and put it in a playing position. A Stirling song came in mind and you began playing.

(Focus on the music. The others like the dancing and stuff is extra just for you. Have fun!)