Be warned! This will contain fearplay, mouthplay, possessive/protectiveness, and vore. Yeah, this is gonna be insane...

Rip Katie the Ink Slinger T-T...

For @CreepyLolita

Y/n's POV (btw you're 15 years old in this story)

I was running and I didn't want to know from who. The dark man with red eyes had shot me and even though I didn't feel any blood, I felt pain and dizziness. I kept running, my backpack bouncing on my back. Everything was getting bigger and was moving slower. The man caught up with me and grabbed me. Now I was 2 inches tall and the man's red eyes smiled evilly at me. He laughed and opened his mouth and-

I snap awake, cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I feel around for the fake toy candle and turn it on. I pull my legs to my chest and sigh.

"That damn memory again," I mutter. I had that nightmare before, it was nothing more than an exaggeration of a horrible memory of what had happened to me. About a year ago, I was walking down a sidewalk to my friend's house for a sleepover, when a man in dark clothes approached me. Before I could even blink he shot me and dragged me into the woods. I kicked and screamed and he let me go, and I began to run. As I ran I had begun to shrink. I don't know how long I ran for even after I established the fact I was only two inches tall. I came across a mansion and found an outside vent close to the ground and went inside before anyone saw me. I moved through the metal tunnels and found a hole covered with thick black fabric. Not far away from the hole inside the vent shaft was a vent that was above the kitchen. Before exploring the vents more, I peeked behind the curtain to see a small room. I saw four white socks folded into a bed, a piece of glass from a mirror, a small toy chest filled with hand-made clothes and tools. It didn't take me long to figure out that this mansion I was in had a borrower. I've read about them, but only in fantasy books. I heard a scream coming from the kitchen vent and quickly ran to it. I got on my stomach and peeked down.

A man with long black hair and a white hoodie had the borrower pinned to a wooden cutting board with a knife. The knife pierced the borrower's arm and he was screaming for mercy. The white hooded man just laughed and removed the knife, only to grabbed him by the injured arm, eat and swallow the poor man whole. I remember feeling deathly sick after watching that happen. I stayed in the room for days; eating and drinking whatever food and water in my backpack and what's in the borrower's room. I soon found out that he was the only borrower who lived in the mansion. I remember sighing and realizing I would have to teach myself to survive until I went home.

I snap back to the present time, shaking my h/l h/c hair out of my face. I decided to get dressed and start the day, even though I had no idea what time it was. I pulled on my dark jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. Yes, my clothes from the day I shrank still fit me. I grab my hairbrush and push my hair back and leave it down/put it in a ponytail. I pull on my grey tennis shoes and grab a small brown bag. I leave my room and walk to the kitchen vent. I stick my head down and see the oven clock: 4:30 in the morning. Heh, the Slenderman would be up in thirty minutes. I learned in the first month here that this was the Creepypasta mansion. I learned about it from a friend and she insisted I'd learn about the killers. I only learned about them to make her happy, but now that I'm like this, I'm extremely grateful she forced me to learn.

"She'd probably kill to be in my spot," I thought. I lower my rope and slide down, landing on the counter. Some cornflakes were on the counter so I grabbed 4 of those and stuffed them into my bag. I grabbed my rope and began to climb it. Climbing up is way harder, so it took me about ten minutes to get back in the vent and another five minutes to bring my rope up. Glad I finished when Slender walked in! He 'looked' at the counter where I had taken cornflakes and nodded.

"As I suspected, there is another borrower in the mansion," he said. WHAT?! That was a trap?!? Oh man... Does this mean I need to leave?! But where will I go? There's no other house or towns around for miles! The Proxies teleport and I can't. This is bad!

It had been a week since Slender had found out about me and since he told everyone to make my borrowing difficult. Which meant usually messy bedrooms and the kitchen were completely cleaned out of anything that was deemed trash or borrower useful. I knew what they were trying to do, they were trying to flush me out. I was running out of food and my only source of light was running out of battery. But tonight, I would get what I needed. Tonight was their monthly massacre, a night where Slender took 10 people and sent them running through his woods, so everyone in the mansion can find those people and kill them. A sick game of cat and mouse where the cat would always win. I waited until everyone was out of the mansion before making my move.

I went to Ben Drowned's room first, since he had pretty much everything electronic related. He also didn't bother keeping his room clean, which played in my favor. I exit the vent that was located under his desk and double-checked to make sure that no one was here before I started climbing the desk. Once I was certain it was good to go, I used my grappling hook and climbed up. I searched the desk until I found the battery I needed. I stuffed it in my bag, slid down my rope, undid my hook and disappeared into the walls. Before I moved on to food, I dropped the battery off in my home and grabbed my black zip-up hoodie. Can't find what you can't see! I go to the kitchen and it takes me a minute to find something but I soon find some granola and crackers in a cabinet. I stuff my bag with granola and roll two crackers out. Then I heard something. I freeze and listen.

Someone was coming. I drop the crackers and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get to my rope in time, so I ducked behind the blender. I sit there shaking hoping that whoever this Pasta was wasn't who I thought it was. The steps stopped in the kitchen and I flinched as the person started shouting.

"STUPID ASS SLENDER MAKING ME STAY AND WATCH THE MANSION," he growled. Oh shit, it's Jeff! I peeked out and see that he started fiddling with my rope, my only way to escape. Jeff's bloody smile grew bigger as he yanked the rope out of the vent. He looked around the kitchen, his nose flaring. Oh Lord, he was sniffing me out! I should've guessed he was a predator. He chuckles and moves around the kitchen, his eyes snapping with hunger.

"Come on out, rat. I didn't get to go hunting tonight, but having you here has just made this more interesting," Jeff says moving closer to the blender. I'm on the brink of crying and I can't move. Fear has paralyzed me completely. Suddenly a pale hand grabs me and pulls me out from the shadows. I start screaming and begging to be let down as Jeff holds me to his face. He smirks and holds his knife to my small neck and I stop screaming.

"Got your attention now, rat?" He sneers. I nod my head rapidly. Jeff puts the knife down and grabs a mason jar. He drops me in and screws on the lid, poking a single hole into it with his knife. A second later other proxies came into the kitchen, back from their game. Eyeless Jack is the first to notice me in Jeff's jar.

"I see you caught it," he says, his voice void of emotion. Slenderman takes the jar I'm in from Jeff and studies me for a second before handing me back to Jeff.

"I suppose Jeffery won the deal," Slenderman stated, sending small complaints through the room. Wait! WHAT DEAL?! Jeff laughs and shakes the jar, causing me to bash my head.

"That's right mother f*ckers, the borrower is mine and mine only!" Jeff says leaving the kitchen. He takes me upstairs to his room, locks the door, and sets me on his desk covered with dirty clothes and a few bloody knifes. Oh Lord, what he going to do to me? I press myself against the glass as Jeff glares at me. A minute in fearful silence passes. He takes me out and dangles me in front of his face.

"Now, what to do with you?" he asks, more to himself. His stomach growls and his smirks at me. I feel the color drain from my face as he holds me above his mouth.

"NO!!! PLEASE!!! Please don't kill me!!" I scream, holding on to his fingers. He drops me in his mouth and starts to lick me. I thrash and scream, struggling to escape, but every time I get close to the front of his mouth, his tongue knocks me back. Jeff quickly swallows me before I could register it. I'm soaked and shoved down a fleshy tube, knowing full well that this is how I die. I land in the digestive organ; pitch blackness and humid air are harshly wrapped around me. I crawl to a stomach wall and tuck my legs into my chest. Crying erupts from me as I begin to accept death.

Jeff's POV

I felt the kid move around. They just curled up and stopped moving. I sit on my bed and poke my stomach; no response. The kid will be fine anyway, I remind myself. I stored them. The last borrower I killed and ate was because I had no choice. Slender made me do it. But here's the thing, I have a small soft spot for tinies. It's one of the reasons why I tease Sally so much! She's small and easy to mess with, but not as much as borrowers are! Yes, my teasing is harsh and cruel, but that's just me. I am Jeff after all and Sally is lucky she even gets to see the more gentle side of me! I waited a few more minutes before spitting the kid out. I held them in my mouth while I grabbed a washcloth from my bathroom. I dropped them into the cloth and began to dry them off. They whimpered and squirmed in my hands, but what can ya do? I laid down on my bed and set them on my chest. I let them keep the washcloth, but that didn't mean I was gonna be "nice" nice about it. The kid just sat under the towel, shaking from fear so much I could smell it. I poke them and they winced. I got impatient and lifted the part of the washcloth facing me, so it formed a little tent. The kid's (e/c) eyes were wide and their (h/l) (h/c) was still damp from my saliva and they were curled up and clutched the towel for dear life.

"What's your name, kid?" I asked, making sure my voice sounded harsh. Can't have them thinking I'm "nice". Not yet anyway. They looked at me, confused.

"Why didn't y-you kill me?" They asked, still shaking. I smirk.

"Ya want me too? Because that can be arranged!" I reply, reaching for them. They squeaked and shook their head.

"No! Please!" They cried, tears already forming. I let out a short chuckle and drop the towel on them. They didn't move much, but their shaking died down. I tap their head and lift the towel again.

"Name? I won't ask a third time," I said, raising an eyebrow. The kid took a deep breath before replying.

"Y/n," they whispered. Y/n... they look like a Y/n. Suits 'em.

"Age?"

"15." Damn. They ARE just a kid... I take away their towel and scoop them into my hand. They backpedal into my fingers, still shaking like a leaf in the wind. My pale blue eyes met their (e/c) ones as I began to rub their back with one of my fingers. They jumped a little, but their tension eased up a bit. Score one for me.

"Now listen Y/n, if you've been in this mansion long enough, then you know who and what we all are right?" I stated. They nodded their head.

"I've been living in the walls for a year now. I know who you all are and you're Jeff," they replied, acting like I'm gonna kill them just for saying my name.

"Then you also know that the deal that we mentioned earlier was for whoever caught the borrower. Whoever catches them can either kill them or keep them as a pet," I said, looking at Y/n, their eyes wide with fear. I can tell what their thinking. "I, however, prefer the latter of the two." Y/n looked shocked.

"Y-you're guys are going to keep me as a pet?!" They cried. I smirk and bring them closer to my face, my eyes never leaving theirs.

"More specifically, MY pet, little Y/n. And we're gonna have a lot of fun together." Y/n started shaking their head, covering their face with their hands. I could hear them softly crying and repeating 'no' over and over. I sigh and gently shove them back into my mouth. They scream as I licked them. The kid tasted like (you're favorite ice cream) and not gonna lie, they are delicious! I swallow them, sending them back into storage. They put up more of a fight this time, yelling at me and kicking at my stomach, which just tickled more than anything. I laughed and patted my chest.

"I'd make myself comfortable if I were you, you're gonna be there for a while," I sang. Y/n kept up their charade until they wore themself out, shortly falling asleep. I settled down to sleep myself. They would figure out I was teasing them sooner or later and when they did, they might just accept the fact they're mine now. But not mine, like a pet. More like mine, as a friend.

2483 WORDS!!! Good golly... I'm guessing I'm gonna be writing more giant creepypasta seeing how much love these stories get. Hope you guys enjoyed this! 😅